The Dreamer's POV

[Roughly Three Days Ago]

In a sprawling compound, shrouded in the quiet beauty of lush greenery, a man of ethereal beauty stood tall.

His premium white hair cascaded down his back, a striking contrast to the stark white suit that hugged his well-built form.

His eyes, a lovely shade of blue, shimmered with an untold depth of knowledge and power.

On the elevated platform, he stood as a statue, his gaze sweeping over the attentive crowd of fifty men and women, their expressions reflecting a mix of awe, fear, and admiration.

At the forefront of the crowd, three figures stood out; two men and a woman, their faces taut with tension as they awaited their orders.

Clearing his throat, the man began to speak, his voice ringing out clear and authoritative.

"Your mission, as you well know, is a simple one," he began, his gaze sweeping over the faces in front of him.

"You are to launch an assault on the Lyma Region's Capital. Eliminate anyone who dares to resist. Leave no stone unturned, no corner unchecked," he continued, his voice growing colder with each word.

His chilling blue eyes hardened, the usually charming orbs radiating an icy threat.

"Once the Capital has been subdued, you are to ransack the Lyma Family's Estate. Take anything of value, anything that can be of use to us." A dark smile curled the corners of his lips, sending shivers down the spines of his listeners.

The man in white, radiating a serene and undeniable authority, continued to outline his plan.

"As we speak, the Lyma Family will be launching an expedition to the Wild Lands," he began, capturing his audience's full attention. "This expedition typically lasts a week. During this time, both the Capital and the Lyma Estate will be at their most vulnerable."

A hint of a smile graced his lips. "This is our window of opportunity, our path to a flawless victory."

His voice echoed across the crowd, the words hanging heavy in the air.

"I do not expect any of you to die," he declared, his voice filled with the ring of absolute certainty. "Failure, for us, is not an option. You have three Rankers for this mission. This task should be more than manageable."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "The distance between our current location and the Lyma Region is roughly three days. The expedition takes about a week to conclude. Thus, there will be no need to worry about any external interference."

A silence enveloped the area, each person present soaking in his instructions.

"That is all," he concluded, his blue eyes scanning the crowd. "I expect to hear good news soon."

As he finished, the crowd saluted, their voices rising in a unified chorus of affirmation.

A satisfied smile spread across the man's face as he turned, disappearing into the grandeur of his mansion as he walked past his bowing secretary.

Once inside the privacy of his home, he murmured to himself, "It won't be long now before I've sown all my seeds."

His smile widened, the anticipation evident in his eyes.

"By the time I am done… " He whispered into the echoing silence, grabbing his glass of wine as he retreated into his sleeping quarters.

"... The entire Southern Kingdom will be mine."

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[Three Days Later: 00 Months: 17 Days: 03 Hours]

On an elevated hill, the three rankers—Hakeem Ahmed, Sasha Brown, and Levi Davis—stood overlooking the Lyma Region, their troops of fifty awaiting their command behind them.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, casting its brilliant radiance across the landscape, and the glimmer of anticipation in their eyes the brightness of the morning

Sasha, her blonde hair dancing in the wind, and her ebony skin gleaming in the sunlight, turned to her companions.

"Alright," she said, a determined tone edging her words. "Our target is in sight, and it's time we make our move."

Levi, his hands clasped behind his back, threw Sasha a sideways glance.

"Who made you the leader?" he asked, a challenging glint in his eyes. His caucasian skin was well accentuated with his deep green eyes and brown hair.

The tension between Sasha and Levi was as tangible as the cool evening air, sending an undercurrent of unease amongst the troops behind them.

The blond ebony turned to face Levi, her icy blue eyes meeting his defiant stare.

"I did," she retorted, her voice dripping with authority. "And you should remember, Davis, I'm stronger than you."

Levi clenched his jaw, the frustration etched across his face. He bit his lower lip, words of retort threatening to spill, but ultimately, he remained silent.

"Tch…"

Meanwhile, Hakeem, a towering figure with sharp features and a calm demeanor, watched the exchange in silence.

His dark eyes scanned the distant city, taking in the magnitude of their mission. And his dark brown skin properly complimented his bulging muscles.

Internally, he let out a sigh.

How he wished these two would put aside their differences and work together. But he knew better than to voice this.

After all, when it came to power and ranks, he was the least among them.

In the grand scheme of things, he was just a player in the game, caught between Sasha's command and Levi's defiance.

'Good grief.'

Once the commotion died down, Sasha addressed the fifty people who had been silent all through the argument.

Her commanding figure stood atop the hill, illuminated by the bright sun.

"We will divide into two groups," she announced, her voice carrying across the crowd, the authority in her tone unmistakable.

"One group," she continued, her gaze settling on the silent Hakeem, "will consist of forty regular members and Hakeem. Your task is to scour the Capital and kill the residents. Even if the Natives are weak, if you kill a considerable amount, you can use their lives as Exp to Level Up."

A murmur went through the crowd, a mixture of anticipation and unease.

Even if it had been normalized in The Alliance that the denizens of this world were nothing more than NPCs, and everyone in the group had killed at least one person from this world, it still felt… immoral.

Still, the reality of their survival hinging on the mission did not elude any of them.

Sasha let this understanding run its course before she proceeded.

"The second squad will be Levi and ten members. Your mission is to attack the Lyma Estate directly. Kill everyone there and plunder whatever you find valuable."

Levi, who had been silent till then, finally spoke, "And what will you be doing?"

The skepticism in his voice was unmistakable, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Sasha turned to face him, a grin spreading across her face.

"I'll be supporting you all on all ends," she stated confidently. "With my Summoning and Taming Skills, I can assist both groups effectively. And since there won't be any external interference, I can go all-out without worrying about the backlash." Stay updated through M-V-L

She paused, considering something for a moment, then added, "On second thoughts, Levi, you should leave one of your men with me... just in case."

Levi sighed, evidently displeased, but he merely nodded in reluctant agreement.

"Fine," he muttered.

With the plans laid out and their roles assigned, an electric charge of readiness seemed to spread through the assembled troops.

"Since the Capital is quite massive, we should be done by evening. Remember to only use your Recovery Potions in the case of emergencies, and also…"

Sasha's gaze settled on all of those who listened to her.

"Show no mercy."

Everyone gulped and nodded, their eyes filling with resolve as they prepared themselves to descend upon the unsuspecting Lyma Capital and Estate.

"Let's not disappoint Mr. Francis. This is all for the sake of The Alliance."

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[A/N]

The carnage is at hand. To what extent will these survivors go?

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