At the underground base.
Tristan made his way to Damien's room to give his daily report.
"Boss, we have now done multiple raids throughout the settlement and have secured many more resources and new recruits."
"Good. Continue them. I want this whole region to know who's in charge by the end of the summer", ginned Damien.
Tristan sighed internally but didn't say anything, only writing down Damien's orders in his notebook. He could tell that Damien was starting to go crazy from being cooped up inside all day.
"Oh, send out a new order. I want anyone who is low-performing from the new recruits to be given the drug. I won't have useless people in my kingdom", ordered Damien.
"Boss, the drug is still very unstable. It seems to rot the minds of the people who take it", reminded Tristan. He personally felt that this drug was untasteful.
"I don't care. I'd rather have a horde of animalistic brain-dead superhumans than a bunch of weak losers."
