Chapter 784 Deterrent

Chapter 784 Deterrent

Brigadier General Seycomb didn't know what to say. Khan's behavior and position were highly unusual, and he exploited them to their full extent. His status as a Prince prevented the General from ordering him around, and his sharp words had failed ploys behind them.

Everything would have worked out if the assassination attempt had succeeded. Instead, the General now had to deal with the aftermath of its failure, basically cleaning the mess it had left behind. He was the right man for the job, but giving in without saying a few warnings would make the Global Army look weak.

"Prince," Brigadier General Seycomb announced, doing his best to use a polite but firm tone. "The Global Army can't allow such open actions anymore. I hope your goal isn't a civil war."

"Is protecting myself such a heinous act it can start a civil war?" Khan questioned.

The sharp reply made the General hesitate again. Khan had taken things too far, but his cause remained justified. The Global Army couldn't claim to have authority over his right to avenge himself. Its only power was in regulating his methods or trying to.

"The Global Army isn't omniscient," The General argued, "Nor does it have the power to stop every organization. I'm sure you are aware of this, Prince Khan."

The General put more emphasis on Khan's title, but the action was unnecessary. Khan knew what he meant. The nobles and other wealthy families could act behind the Global Army's back or even compel it to do their bidding. That wasn't only a matter of influence. Humankind's government was structured like that.

"You misunderstand," Khan said. "I'm not asking anything. I'm only explaining what can happen."

Khan was cutting himself out of any potential deal with his unreasonable attitude, but Brigadier General Seycomb couldn't just leave. A civil war might truly happen if he came back empty-handed.

"Then," Brigadier General Seycomb exclaimed, "We can only hope nothing else comes in your way because the Global Army will react to crimes."

"With what?" Khan asked, glancing past the General's shoulder, "That battalion? Another assassination attempt?"

Khan slowly brought his eyes back to the General, and a faint light flashed inside them. The event lasted less than a second but added immense weight to the following question. "You?"

Brigadier General Seycomb wanted to take a deep breath but held back to retain his confident façade. He was a General, one of the highest ranks a soldier could achieve inside the Global Army, but Khan had challenged him. Also, that wasn't even the scariest detail about the situation.

The General was a fifth-level warrior, but the reports about Khan made him think twice about accepting the challenge. Moreover, the Global Army had updated him on Baoway's matters, informing him about Major Veril's presence. The latter didn't come back, so it was safe to assume Khan had defeated him.

Still, even that wasn't the scariest aspect of the conversation. Many soldiers inside the Global Army had power and status, but unlike them, Khan was willing to use them, even if the consequences were disastrous.

Brigadier General Seycomb had to remain silent to review the issue carefully. Taking Khan down wasn't an issue. The Global Army had too many resources and backing for a single man to handle.

The main issue was the cost. Taking Khan down was possible, but the General didn't know whether the Global Army could afford it. Khan was bound to make a mess before falling, and his power would put entire cities in danger.

Khan's declaration had basically turned him into a walking nuclear deterrent ready to explode at the first issue. The Global Army couldn't defuse him anymore. It could only hope to contain him.

"Khan," Monica called, a pleading tone in her voice. Her hands went on Khan's legs, but he didn't react. He resembled a statue, but life still flowed inside him.

"I flicked a switch," Khan muttered, "Which has disappeared. There's only this now."

Monica's eyes darted left and right, inspecting every corner of Khan's face. She saw his thoughts but didn't know how to appease them. Monica could only reach for Khan's cheeks, hoping he would find ways to use her to feel better.

"I'll keep doing this," Khan announced, finally looking at Monica. "I won't stop, and it can only get worse. This is what I am now."

Monica held back any jokes, no matter how real they were. She had always found it extremely arousing when Khan wore the mantle of a leader, especially to protect what they had. Yet, the situation demanded more serious approaches.

"I've always known," Monica exclaimed. "You couldn't have escaped it even if you tried."

"It's not destiny," Khan refused the idea. "I made those choices."

"Because that's who you are," Monica nodded.

"A mass murderer," Khan commented, "Who kills innocents out of spite."

"A leader," Monica corrected, standing up and lifting Khan's head with her, "Dealing with his enemies and protecting his belongings."

"What if the leader is a monster?" Khan asked.

"They all are," Monica explained. "To stand above men, they must become more than men. They wouldn't be able to bear what no one else can otherwise."

"How can you accept my hands when they have bathed in so much blood?" Khan questioned.

"Your hands," Monica whispered, sitting on Khan's lap, seizing his arms, and placing his hands on her waist. "I know the kindness they are capable of."

Old habits surged in Khan's mind. Similar events had already happened, and his brain triggered them again. He didn't even notice it, but he soon found himself on top of Monica, holding her wrists above her head.

"It's okay," Monica reassured, taking Khan's waist into her thighs. "You won't hurt me. You can't do anything I won't enjoy."

Khan stopped thinking. He dived his head into Monica's neck, releasing her wrists to make his way inside her uniform.

"I'll always be there for you," Monica gasped, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. "I'll watch humankind acknowledge your power and bow to you."