Apocalypse respawn

"They dare do this to me! They fucking dared!" Truckdriver said in his own mind. A fierce hatred emanated from his eyes. He smashed his fist on his furniture and broke it. "Fucking sons of bitches! All sons of bitches! And the others say nothing! They're going to send me to the slaughterhouse! They're going to send all of us to the slaughterhouse! It's certain! Because I spoke up! Because we arrived late! Fucking shit!"

The blow broke the furniture, which flew into pieces of wood.

"I'd finally gotten out of all that damn shit!"

He broke another piece of furniture, then unconsciously took his phone out of his pocket, trying to turn it on.

No battery.

He took out a portable battery, turned on his phone, and mechanically scrolled through his video gallery.

It only displayed 5 videos.

"Fuck! Where are they?! I had more."

He almost smashed his phone on the floor but held back at the last moment, holding the phone at the tips of his fingers, a few dozen centimeters from the ground.

He brought it closer and loaded the video where he was beating up a homeless person who had disrespected him and then left his room.

"They must all be thinking more or less the same thing," Rargnes said to himself. "But we can't do without labor. In any case, I would have even gotten angry with that treatment. The difference is that I'm on the right side.

"Rargnes left his room and began walking down the military corridors. Truckdriver was one of the weakest who had survived, and his loyalty was doubtful, not to mention that he had no support - he had been judged unreliable and sent on a team to search for class improvement tokens under the distrustful gaze of a loyal member of the masked woman.

Rargnes' mind wandered elsewhere as he mechanically made his way to the discussion rooms, which reminded him of an unpleasant sensation, although he had forgotten where it came from. Most of his visions were incoherent. He didn't know where they came from, but the people in front of him seemed to have an idea, which is why his treatment was better than the others.

The person in question, Sengrar, was in front of him with the old man who had increased his class with his tokens. Rargnes did not let his fury show, which must have equaled Truckdriver's.

They could have left him some, even if the masked person needed a lot. He stole a furtive glance at his purse, counting 13 meager tokens, and his face darkened slightly.

"How did you get out of it?" Rargnes asked coldly. "I have no memory after we entered the portals - when the memories returned to me, you were no longer there."

"I have no more knowledge," Sengrar lied, remembering the discussion with the fourth.

"And what is all this situation?" Rargnes asked.

Sengrar gestured for him to sit on the couches and grabbed a beer, which he handed. Rargnes' arm hesitated before taking it and swallowing a gulp.

"I... the noble is still strong, though."

Sengrar looked at him, his hand running along the top of the couch with a relaxed pause. The man emanated a power far superior to his own.

"Finally! You're not going to say like them!" Sengrar laughed.

"No..." he shook his head, "not at all. It's just that I feel oppressed when we talk about him."

Some of the voices he heard seemed to come from the past, which showed that the noble's power was far superior to them.

"You're worrying a bit too much... he's indeed a danger, but it's not up to us to confront him. You see, I don't really like the commander's members. His power and network are useful, but I don't trust them.

"On the armchair next to them sat the old man who had changed classes thanks to his tokens. He passively observed the scene.

"So what do you propose?" Rargnes asked in a murmur.

"The guy there is trustworthy, don't worry.

"Rargnes nodded.

"Listen, you know the language well, and you did some spying for the commander, right?"

"Yes, but this one seems quite weak..."

"That's normal; the king took away your memories," Sengrar said hatefully. "The noble isn't so important: what's important is that once we take the noble's place, we can see the prime minister and maybe the king."

"There's more than one noble?"

Sengrar shook his head. "Only trust me and him, we're the only ones you can trust. Yurs has become the masked person's lapdog who thinks she has a hold over me, as for the commander and the goblins, you can't trust them, there's shady stuff going on. We all want the noble to fall, but after that, it could quickly turn into a battle royale. Even before that."

"And so?"

"And so it would be good if you could help the commander gather an army and take the opportunity to see his intentions with your power."

"My power?"

"Your voices. We negotiated for the commander to be as far away from his troops as possible to discuss with the locals - he would have done that in his beginnings, and Yurs would be with him. Get the info and pass it on to me."

"And for Truckdriver?"

Sengrar's face produced a question mark.

"Why are you talking to me about a truck driver?"

"That's what his name means?"

"There's no such name on the list."

"Well for the team that's going to get the tokens, do you have a way to check if they're not hiding any?"

Translation: I want my share.

"Everything is planned, what do you have already? 13 tokens? Since you've already improved your class once, you just have to spend 2, 4 and 8... you're missing 1 for all the improvements, here, take this." He gave a class improvement token.

"Thanks."The discussion continued on the details, with furtive questions from Rargnes about how he was going to be paid.

"Alright, you understood everything?"

"Completely," Rargnes nodded.

He had to create alliances with the local powers to kill the noble and inspect these 'allies.' They would reward him by giving him some bodies to energize and tokens for him to improve himself.