New Plans
Stoick's POV
I stood there—paralyzed—watching as the princess fell lifeless to the ground. My heart clenched, not only for her, but for my son. My boy just lived the same pain I once did…
Before I could act, Erik let out a roar—one that shook the very air itself.
Then I saw her.
Moon, his daughter, sprinting toward me. Her silver hair trailed behind her like a comet.
"Grandpa, run! Daddy's in that state again!" she screamed.
Heads turned. Confusion, then dread bloomed across the faces of those gathered.
Crack—BOOM!
The ground split apart with a deafening noise. Erik blurred forward—nothing more than a white streak of fury—as he charged Drago. The sheer force of his movement shattered the stone beneath him.
The armored dragons, sensing the danger, immediately turned tail and fled, abandoning Drago without hesitation.
Cowards.
Erik didn't stop. He collided with Drago like a falling star. The man's body was slammed into the ground, embedded in broken stone—alive, but barely.
I looked at my son.
He was crying.
But he was smiling—a terrifying, twisted grin that didn't belong on his face.
He reached down, grabbed Drago's only arm, and began twisting it—slowly. Deliberately. Bones snapped like dry wood.
"Everyone!" Moon shouted urgently. "We have to leave now! When Daddy's like this, he attacks everything!"
Silence. Then panic.
The leaders and tribesmen all turned and ran. The Bear King, face carved in grief, scooped up the broken body of his daughter and followed.
We fled from the hall to the docks. Ships were quickly boarded, and those without space took to the skies on dragonback. The Grimborn ship, the largest, took on most of the evacuees.
When we had sailed at least a mile from Berk's harbor, a roar split the sea and sky.
It wasn't just loud. It was ancient—as if the world itself cried out in rage.
No one spoke for a while. Fear had silenced even the boldest voices.
Eventually, we anchored far enough out, and everyone regrouped aboard the Grimborn vessel.
In the center stood Moon—small, but composed. She was surrounded by chieftains, warriors, and dragon riders alike. Her presence alone held their attention.
One of the tribal leaders stepped forward. "What happened to Erik?"
Moon inhaled deeply, folding her hands before speaking. "I… I don't fully know. I've only seen Daddy like this a few times. But when it happens… he loses control. It's like he's angry at everything—and he doesn't stop. He'll destroy whatever's near. Even me."
A gasp rippled through the crowd.
She looked down. "I was lucky I escaped the last time."
"When did this start?" I asked, my voice grave.
She turned to me, her expression unreadable.
"I think… after the first hundred years."
That got everyone's attention.
"Wait. A hundred years?" someone blurted. "How? He's not even—he doesn't look—"
Moon raised a hand. "Daddy was trapped in another realm. Time works differently there. One thousand years in that place is only a year here."
The hall murmured again, some shaking their heads in disbelief.
"Why didn't he leave sooner?" another voice demanded.
"Because no one who entered was allowed to leave… not unless they defeated all five Beast Kings who ruled that realm. Each one stronger than the last."
"Beast Kings?" Viggo asked, stepping closer, eyes narrowing. "Who are they? What are they?"
Moon's voice lowered as she spoke the names:
"Fenrir – King of Wolves
Titan – King of Tigers
Pride – King of Lions
Pyra – Queen of Phoenixes
Balerion – King of Dragons"
The last name sent a shiver down my spine.
"The last time I saw that realm," Moon said softly, "it was scorched. Ash and fire covered everything. Daddy was the only one left standing. He destroyed them all."
She paused.
"He spared the realm itself only because it made him a deal."
"And what deal was that?" Viggo asked carefully.
Moon straightened proudly, puffing out her chest. "Me."
She pointed to herself, smiling slightly.
The silence that followed was stunned.
I stared at her. She was the price… or the gift?
Before anyone could speak again, a second roar echoed across the sea—closer this time.
Moon's expression turned serious. "We need to plan. Fast."
Erik's POV
I soared over the sea, still lost in the haze of fury and grief, searching—desperate—for something else to destroy.
That's when I saw them.
Ships on the horizon, scattered like prey. I roared and surged toward them, rage flaring in my chest. I locked onto the largest vessel—its hull bristling with spikes and steel—and dove with violent intent.
But just as I was about to crash into it, I saw her.
Merida.
She was lying on the deck, wrapped in silence.
I beat my wings hard, halting midair. The wrath drained from my limbs as confusion and dread took its place. I descended slowly, shifting back into my human form as I touched the deck.
My legs gave way beneath me, and I fell to my knees beside her.
She looked so peaceful. As if she were only sleeping. My hand reached out and gently caressed her cheek. It was cold.
Too cold.
I couldn't stop the tears that followed. They fell freely, mixing with the sea breeze and silence.
Then I heard it.
Host, there is a way. A chance to revive Merida using a skill.
My breath hitched. My eyes flicked to the glowing screen that appeared before me.
"What skill?" I asked, clinging to hope like a drowning man.
Revival. But it costs 100 million system points to purchase.
My heart sank. "How long would it take to reach that?" I asked, voice trembling.
With your current path, over a dozen years. However, by changing your course, the time could be drastically reduced.
I clenched my fists. "What path?"
The Path of Conquest. Subjugating kingdoms is considered a Legendary achievement. Entire continents or archipelagos are Mythical achievements—each worth ten million points.
I hesitated. "…How many do I have now?"
34 million.
I stood slowly, eyes burning with purpose.
"Tell everyone to gather in the village hall. I have an announcement to make."
Without waiting, I cradled Merida in my arms. Wings of silver and crimson burst from my back, and I rose into the skies, flying back to Berk.
Three hours later...
The hall was filled with silence. Eyes from every tribe, every corner of the archipelago, were locked on me. My father stood in the crowd, solemn, silent. The air was heavy with expectation.
I stood at the center, still holding her memory in my arms and in my heart.
"My name is Erik Horrendous Haddock," I began, my voice steady, yet cold. "I've spent my life fighting—training, preparing, enduring. I've walked through fire and hell to reach this strength. And now, I have it. I have the power to protect what I hold dear."
I looked down, then around.
"I wanted a simple life. A peaceful one. With her."
The room remained still.
"But this world... refuses to let me have it. Again and again, it takes. I thought it was because I was too weak... that I hadn't yet earned the right to be happy."
A storm of aura rippled from me. Everyone flinched. Even the dragons.
"But I was wrong. I am not weak. I have become stronger than anyone in the archipelago. I've reached the point where no one here can match me. So why… why is it still not enough?"
I let the silence hang. Let it smother them.
Then I spoke again.
"I understand now. It's not because I'm unworthy. It's because of them. Those outside these islands. The ones who look in with fear, who don't understand power because they've never faced it. They think they can toy with fate, with lives, with mine."
I raised my voice, and it echoed like thunder.
"So I will show them. I will show them all."
I let the tension build. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath.
"I, Erik Horrendous Haddock, swear upon my name—I will conquer this archipelago… no—this world. Kingdom by kingdom, nation by nation. Until there is no one left who dares defy me. Until the world understands the price of stealing my happiness."
Gasps rippled. Some faces went pale. Others dropped their gaze.
"You have a choice," I said, stepping forward. "Stand with me... or against me. But if you choose to stand in my way, know this—I will not spare you."
I raised a hand slowly.
"But I am not without mercy. If you wish to leave, if you wish to refuse me, you may try. All I ask is this—make me bleed. If you can land a single blow that draws blood… I'll let you walk away."
The room stayed deathly quiet.
One by one, they knelt.
First the chiefs. Then the warriors. Then the dragons bowed their heads. Even my father… slowly lowered himself, eyes closed in solemn understanding.
"Good," I said, voice low and final. "In one month, my conquest begins. Prepare yourselves."
As I stepped out of the village hall, the wind whipping through my hair and the weight of my oath still lingering in the air, I spoke quietly:
"System, how many summoning tickets do I currently possess?"
Host, you have 12,300 summoning tickets available.
A grin tugged at my lips. "Summon one thousand of each combat class."
Acknowledged. Commencing mass summon...
A golden ripple of energy pulsed in the air in front of me. The ground trembled slightly as flashes of light burst across the clearing, and figures began to materialize—ranked soldiers, clad in ethereal armor, standing tall and silent as they awaited my command.
Summoning complete. The following units have been acquired:
999 Rank 1: Saber Class
999 Rank 1: Lancer Class
999 Rank 1: Caster Class
999 Rank 1: Rider Class
999 Rank 1: Archer Class
999 Rank 1: Assassin Class
999 Rank 1: Berserk Class
Bonus acquired: For every 1,000 summons per class, 1 Rank 3 unit is awarded.
Additional units received:
1 Rank 3: Saber Class
1 Rank 3: Lancer Class
1 Rank 3: Caster Class
1 Rank 3: Rider Class
1 Rank 3: Archer Class
1 Rank 3: Assassin Class
1 Rank 3: Berserk Class
"Merge all Rank 1s into Rank 2s."
Confirmed. Merging units...
A sharp hum filled the air as the Rank 1 soldiers began to glow. Their forms shimmered, melding together into stronger, more refined versions of themselves. The newly evolved troops now radiated a more intense aura—still loyal, but vastly more powerful.
Merging complete. Current unit composition:
99 Rank 2: Saber Class
99 Rank 2: Lancer Class
99 Rank 2: Caster Class
99 Rank 2: Rider Class
99 Rank 2: Archer Class
99 Rank 2: Assassin Class
99 Rank 2: Berserk Class
Remaining Special Units:
1 Rank 1: Each Class
1 Rank 3: Each Class
Tickets Remaining: 5,300
One Hour Later
I stood at the cliff's edge overlooking the sea, watching the clouds twist in the sky as I pondered. The tide of war was rising. If I was to conquer the world and reclaim what fate had stolen, I would need fear. Not just strength—fear. A force that would shatter the will of nations.
The answer was clear.
"System," I said, eyes hard, "use 5,000 tickets to summon from the Caster Class exclusively."
Confirmed. Commencing high-tier summoning:
5,000 Rank 1 Casters summoned
5 Rank 3 Casters acquired as bonus
"Merge all into Rank 2 and then Rank 3 where possible."
Understood. Processing...
Golden sparks cascaded across the army field as one thousand after another fused into stronger beings. Arcane energy thickened in the air, suffocating and overwhelming. When the light faded, they stood there: an elite legion of arcane monsters.
Finalized Army Composition:
100 Rank 2 Units: Each Class
56 Rank 3 Casters
1 Rank 3: Saber, Lancer, Rider, Archer, Assassin, Berserk (excluding Caster, already represented)
1 Rank 1: Each Class (Retained for reserve or potential evolution)
Tickets Remaining: 300
They stood in formation now—my personal legion. An army unseen in the history of this world. Magic, blades, shadows, fury—all bent to my will.
I turned to face the horizon, where kingdoms lay blissfully unaware of the storm coming for them.
"This is only the beginning," I muttered.
With power like this at my back, the world wouldn't just remember my name.
They'd kneel to it.
note: once I started, I couldn't stop so here you go guys. a treat from me. and btw thank for the support. like i said before no need to donate stones since I don't know what those are for.