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He could think of a way while he sat in his prison cell, "Ultimately, I have 2 choices, either I team up with the coalition and fight on their side, eventually risking my life fighting Thragg along with Mark. Or find Jaggunaut and Colossus and take them on to the death, after that I find Battle Beast too, by then maybe I'll stand a chance, but how will I survive these foes?"
The first option required patience and planning, since the events he thought of would take place 1000 years from now. The second option was akin to a shortcut to immense strength, but the riskiest.
"Hmm...unless I wait for Battle Beast and Thragg to fight each other, then I'll jump in and kill them both. But the rewards will decrease significantly simply becuase their already weak and I didn't face a challenge."
"Fuck...should I just prevent the Rognarrs from injuring them, then I join the fight...it will be like a 3-person fight. That way, if I somehow miraculously survive, I'll basically be the strongest in the universe since I faced the toughest challenge."
He created the task to see the rewards.
[Task: Kill Thragg and Battle Beast at their full strength
Reward: 800% Strength; 1000% Speed; 2400% Endurance; Combat efficiency 80%; Reaction Time 240%; Instincts 50% Increase]
Harold whistled, seeing this, 'So killing Battle beast too would double the rewards I will already receive from killing Thragg.'
'I may be asking for death, but with enough preparation, wit, and strategy, plus the fact that I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, I can come up with something during that battle. For example, I can use Battle Beasts' arrogance against him; he will be too worried attacking me instead of seeing what's coming.'
'But he is one tough cat, nonetheless...I'll come up with something.'
Harold put his thoughts aside and slumbered; he would deal with these things in the future when the time comes. For now, he had 1000 years to prepare, so what can go wrong with such time on his hands?
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With the investigation completed, his claims were found true since that was what he did other than train back at his humble cave. From then on, he was released and resumed his role as a conqueror, as there was nothing further to question him about what had happened, and no amount of blaming would change things.
However, this time he wasnt assigned within the infiltration squadrons. These individuals would infiltrate planets and weaken defense simply because direct conquest wasn't possible; their numbers were too small to sustain such an approach. He was simply ordered to oversee operations in terminating their weaknesses in the known galaxy.
He couldn't help but feel extremely bored as he watched the exterminators fire flumes at the Klaxus plants. The only thing he looked forward to was his next mission to capture some Rognarrs for enslavement and also training. This went on for hundreds of years, with pre-connon events taking place, like Nolan fighting a space racer.
"If Conquest were alive, this was around the same time he got his robot arm and his scars," Harold remarked as he knocked out another Rognarr in his grip with a well-placed punch. "That man was indeed a psycho, hehehe."
Harold laughed at his own words; he was no better. After being in the Viltrumite empire for so long, it did a number on his mind and the way he perceives things. Initially, when he was reborn, he thought he wouldn't be like them and would remain a good person who chose violence as the last option, not that he had completely changed and wouldn't do this.
He still holds firm to his beliefs since he was reborn, but things were slightly different after hundreds of years of destroying civilizations and killing thousands of rebels. "It was either that or I die, there was no way around it" Harold told himself as a way to ease the guilt, but deep inside his heart wasnt buying this explanation, deep down he felt sad about what he's done.
"Have I really lost my humanity ?....no, I had no human in me to begin with, my life had no value everywhere I went". Harold thought back to his previous life, the nurses and doctors would always be irritated with adminstering him and caring because he was so needy.
But what did they expect? He was a kid with cancer and extremely weak; of course, he was needy! But they still had to treat him as if he were a parasite in their lives, constantly complaining about him. So to them, he wasnt a human.
And even now in the Viltrumite empire, he wasnt a person but a tool; if the tool doesn't obey or fails and cannot function, it must be destroyed and tossed aside. Harold knew that this society had no love for each other. So overall, there was no human in him, because nobody saw a human.
"Either I'm a parasite or a Tool," Harold said as one teardrop fell from his red eyes when he really thought about it. "I can only blame myself for my weakness, only strength matters now....only my path...I will evolve, mother, and you will finally see me for the God I am. I was never a burden."
With this, he took off into the sky with a container full of Rognarrs.
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