I'm The supreme Fairy King

Jim was dead fixed on using that strategy to submit them. For him using his aura to kill anyone to oppose his authority was his best guarantee here.

If he had more time, he would rather play another game with them, but his time was limited. He estimated to have only six hours or even less before his first twenty-four hours advantage ceased to exist.

And with it he couldn't summon anymore warriors.

And he didn't plan on doing so.

"You have an hour to decide," he said to the next batch of warriors before he turned his back to them.

"Grr... Grr..." yet this time two were reckless enough to come at him despite his burning aura.

"Foolish ones like you deserve to die," and he again showed his determination in killing them in cold blood using his sword spell.

'You'll lose many of them this way,' the old man tried to persuade him not to do that.

Yet Jim only sneered and gave a threatening glance to the remaining three. "You have ten minutes," he said before turning around and starting to summon another batch.

He could hear the whispering weird tongue of those warriors coming from his back. He didn't care even if they conspired to take him down all together.

He had enough time to summon hundreds, even thousands of them right now.

But on contrary to his doubts, none of them moved a single muscle even after summoning warriors for the tenth time.

And this time they were all standing there like an army, a real army.

"Alright, time is up," Jim simply waved his hand and all of sudden the batches got separated from each other by impregnable walls. "Down here I'm your god. I can do anything anytime I want," he said as he walked towards the cell he created for the three warriors of the second batch.

"I can kill you all without even sweating... So, what's your answer?"

He calmly watched the three warriors while giving him a very intimidating vibe. But he was calm. He knew no matter what, they posed no threat to him.

Even if they planned to tag team together against him, they wouldn't be able to do that anymore. These new cells he came up with just now were another layer of protection.

"Submit to me... Or die," he ruthlessly said while taking his sword out and starting to point its tip towards the ground. "You only get until the spell is activated... then I won't listen to a single word of yours."

His words seemed very domineering that the three warriors stepped back involuntarily out of their fear.

To them Jim just killed roughly ten warriors without flinching. And he just kept summoning more in cold blood like it was a fun hobby for him.

For them he was a psychopath who wouldn't hesitate to kill them all if he wanted to.

"Grr... Grr... Grr..." one spoke first before others followed. Jim didn't get what they meant so he had only to ask his old man.

'They are asking about your dreams in this life,' the old man translated their speech.

"My dreams?" Jim was surprised by this question for a brief second, "it's simple... I want to become the strongest man in the entire universe before ruling over it. Does that dream satisfy your ego?" he asked in a sarcastic way, yet the three warriors took his words very seriously.

"We acknowledge you as our prime," one of them spoke and then the other two followed. Their voices were so crisp, just suited to a man who got his body burnt by intense fire.

"Good," Jim was about to turn around before more warriors acknowledged him as well.

"Damn! Did you wait for one to break down and then you all followed?" he joked around but the old man gave him another explanation.

'They just admired your dream,' the old man said, 'they are strong and brutal. Serving a pacifist will only kill their souls to the bones.'

"Oh," Jim nodded in realization, "never thought about that before... But for all of you, I'm your father, not just your prime."

"Father," they all repeated the word in crisp sound before Jim returned to summon another batch with a big smile over his face.

"Don't resist," suddenly when the next batch was summoned, and just before the five warriors were about to clash with him like usual using one or two of their ranks; one warrior shouted to stop them.

"Grr... Grr... Grr... Grr... Grr..." one warrior said in the strange tongue which made Jim feel like he was angry at the one who spoke.

'He is insulting that warrior for being a pussy to serve you,' the old man said, 'just expected from the most terrified species in the entire universe. Their rules are brutal and they only acknowledge strength.'

Jim nodded and decided to remain silent and watch. He wanted to know where this play would end, by their submission or by their deaths.

"He is the one," the warrior ignored the insult, "we all should follow him."

"Grr..." the angry warrior seemed a bit surprised as he turned to see Jim. Jim was standing calmly there while holding his sword. He was ready for a fight at any moment.

"I'm sure of this," the warrior who spoke earlier answered the newly summoned one, "he is the one in our prophecy."

"Prophecy? What a prophecy?" Jim's attention was instantly attracted to this word. He waited for an answer from the old man, yet he got nothing but silence.

"Then we admit you are our prime," the warrior suddenly changed his attitude and even bowed his head.

"I'm not your prime," Jim felt a little angry here, "I'm your father."

"Oh, then the prophecy is true," the warrior suddenly raised his head with bright red eyes, "I'm honored to serve the bloody one... This is a great privilege for me."

Jim started to get annoyed with all this puzzlement but he had no time to waste here. "Go back now and we will have a long discussion later," he turned around yet the warrior suddenly asked:

"Are you going to summon our brothers and sisters as well?"

Jim paused for a moment there before starting the array once more, "only if you give me time to do that. I have limited time here, so don't waste my time and go back."

"Your wishes are my commands," the warriors retreated yet that talkative warrior kept himself motionless.

When Jim summoned the new batch, that warrior spoke fast to them using their strange tongue. This way Jim got himself a new five warriors who called him father from the start.

"Smart move," he commended that warrior's action and nodded to him.

"I can only serve as your right arm if you don't mind," the warrior seemed to have aspirations of his own.

And Jim gave him a long glance before finally making up his mind. "If none challenged you for that seat, then that seat is yours."

"Grr... Grr..." the warrior roared like a beast while arching both hands in the air. Jim watched closely the other warriors, and somehow he felt their fear out of that one.

"Good," he finally smiled, "but I'm not done summoning yet. After I finish, you'll have to prove yourself once more."

And the warrior roared in obligeance while Jim returned to summon more warriors.