The Gamer Files: The 100's Gamer.

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Arriving at the bridge was easy, what was hard though was seeing the nervous and fearful faces that both Bellamy and Octavia showed in the comfort of privacy as they heard chants, grunts and the noise of steel in the coverage of the trees.

Their expressions of determination even in the face of hundreds of men did make me appreciate them a whole lot more though, they were willing to stand against an army all on their own for me after all and I had to give them their dues for that.

I on the other hand was slightly nervous, not fearful for my life or even concerned as much.

This to me was just a means to an end, what that end was I had no idea though but I was willing to 'thug' it out as I had done oh so greatly in my past life, the thought of that life bringing me to a halt wasn't surprising though at this point.

Standing at the bridge with two of the people in my life that I cared for against an army was a bit charming in a sense in a storylike way.

The facade of facing against a larger threat to you was a dream of mine after all, but it was just that.

A facade.

I could probably solo the entire army of the grounders if I wanted to all with one simple thing that I obtained just at the start of this world, [Plant Control].

I hadn't been using that ability for the sole reason that it wouldn't make any sense to anyone if I showed them it.

Knowing that things like the Radiux fruit existed and also the fact that Anya, the very same person I was meeting had a status effect that was almost reminiscent of ritual magic had been chipping at the idea of just hiding and using my ability discreetly though.

With this simple ability, I could achieve a lot, grow tons of food in a moment as long as I had the 'energy' to facilitate it and create new breeds of plants that could both be for utility and warfare.

Heck, there were a lot of utilities that this one ability could bring but at the moment I can't utilize due to technological limitations and the risk of being found out.

This one ability as long as I had the energy could allow me to kill hundreds or even thousands of people directly or if I wanted to be conservative I could simply create a plant that could spew out a biological toxin in the air that could take care of anyone that opposed me.

But I wouldn't be doing that unless I simply had no choice but to, I was a selfish and manipulative man but jumping to kill everything that inconvenienced me in this world wasn't me.

Especially in this world where humans were as few as they were.

I mean I was human after all and I needed human interaction, human affection that was given in the form of one Octavia and socializing and bonds that came with the 100 that I was in charge of protecting.

What had started as a bid to survive and use all that came with the 100s had slowly changed to me putting effort and genuine interest and care into this, what had been a simple trip at the fact that I was reincarnated into a fictional world had slowly changed into actually me wanting more than to simply survive in a foreign world that I had come to see as my home.

So all in all, everything from my views, opinions and thoughts about this world and even its people has changed.

Where I had been dead set on not trusting anyone to be overly caring had changed into me embracing that, foolishly so even.

I guess that would explain the entire dilemma I had put myself into with Clarke and Raven.

Two enigmas in my life I had been chasing just for the thrill of it that slowly turned from either observations and interaction or the memories we shared to me caring for them.

This though came with it clashing with everything that I was at the same time, where they went against the betterment of the camp I had become affectionate with, I always gave them a pat on the back and tried to help them.

Even when they broke my trust, I still went out of my way to help them either subconsciously or consciously.

Now I am stuck here, between doing what was good for the camp and its interests or my own.

But then again it wouldn't be fair to do that seeing as my interests had slowly mimicked the camps, with Clarke and Octavia betraying me in varying amounts it wasn't that hard to choose.

This brought me here, standing on a bridge doing what any sound leader did for their people.

Putting their lives in danger for them, even if it wasn't truly in danger though but hey, images were important in any world so I had to keep mine.

Waiting for Anya didn't take long, the sun might have been about to dip into the mountains but that didn't matter.

So staring as Anya walked over hurriedly with a frown on her face was a bit surprising, in her hand was a bag that I could vaguely sense the five fruits I had given her for negotiations for land and peace.

She didn't take long to stride right in front of us.

" You came." That was her starting sentence.

" We keep our promises." I told her with my frown parroting hers.

" A man of your power rarely does so and for that, you have my respect." She said breathing in as if having been holding something in for a while.

" Thank you, but it seems that your people don't have that same respect seeing you have brought an army into our doorsteps when yesterday we were negotiating a way for both of us to coexist." I said and immediately the mood soured.

The two behind me tensed seeing Anya frowning as she stared at me.