The Transmigrated Novelist

Roy wasn't stupid, and neither was he an airhead that thought that the whole world would follow behind him, once he asked them to.

In fact, even Sara and Sura weren't willing to serve him despite him becoming their Master, which meant that the chances of the rest doing so were even slimmer.

But he didn't care, it wasn't like he needed the help of the whole world to reach his goals anyway. Even the power he was trying to build was only to keep the flies away while he took care of the main dish.

So, he had no intention of trying to recruit the rest of the beasts. Well, if something happened, and he managed to do so, it wouldn't be bad, but would something like that happen?

He wasn't some character in some anime or manga that would talk about friendship, pretend to be a hero, and make the whole world his friend.

Even if someone were to propose that to him, he would still refuse. Being a hero wasn't that magical and good as everyone thought.

A Hero in his opinion was just a fool who sacrificed himself and the other people around him, just to make sure that the ones behind the scenes took all the profits of his hard work.

He had no intention of being such an idiot, he wanted to be the one who got his hands on the benefits.

Roy would only protect those close to him, the rest of the world could go and fu*ck their selves as long as they could, why should he care about them?

History was written by winners, not by heroes! There were certainly heroes in the history books, but none of them lived past or higher than their King, or Emperor.

Heroes were just a poison that Kings and Emperors gave to the normal people, they would rile them up sort out the dissatisfied and dangerous seeds, and then take them out.

No King or Emperor would allow the existence of someone that could threaten their throne or rule. Otherwise, they wouldn't be Kings and Emperors.

It was precisely with these thoughts that Roy continued to search the surrounding area with the rest of the soldiers. He wanted benefits and he didn't care how he earned them.

Their work today though wasn't that worth mentioning, as they only came across some small running animals, and some weak beasts of Rank 1 and Rank 2.

Normally even beasts like them would be trouble against one or two Rank 2 Warriors, but there were 11 soldiers in their team, making those beasts easy prey.

Not to mention that each team even had a few Mages on their ranks that could slow down the beasts or give them a momentary stun.

It didn't look like much, but that small timeframe determined the result of each encounter and made everything easier.

Due to the formation, Roy managed to learn something else about this new world, Mages were far less in number than warriors.

Furthermore, while Warriors had the advantage in close combat and in one on one situations in the lower ranks, in the higher ranks a Mage was capable of destroying a formation of Warriors of the same rank.

This should be enough evidence of the strength of a Mage, but that was true only for second-rate and lower warriors though.

The first-rate Warriors were more than capable of fighting a Mage of their Rank one on one, and even gain the advantage, and defeat them.

If they decided to throw everything into the fight they could kill their target, but which high-rank monster didn't have one or two tramp cards on their sleeves.

So, the cases of higher rank Mages and Warriors fighting to the death were actually really few, and almost inexistent. Only if the fight was worth it, would they fight to the death.

A part of these thoughts belonged to him, but a considerable part was taught to him by the captain, that couldn't help but show a look of reverence when he talked about those monsters.

But while his relationship with the captain was sailing smoothly, the rest of the team seem to grow colder and colder to him.

Soon enough he found out that during the battles with the beasts' none of those guys were helping him anymore, letting him fight his way through by himself.

Roy noticed this almost immediately, but he decided to not care much about it, as it was meaningless to him.

Not to mention that these beasts were extremely weak and possessed no danger to him. He found their actions to be pretty stupid and childish.

Deciding to be the grown-up, in this case, he pretended to not notice it and continued fighting himself.

In fact, this could be considered as them making him a favor, as the thing that Roy lacked the most at this time was his battle experience and his killing intent.

The captain seemed to have noticed this as well, and he was about to give an earful to his team, but seeing Roy carve his way out, he started to appreciate the boy even more.

At first, he had thought of just repaying him the favor for giving him the credit to the Rank 3 beast, but now he understood that perhaps the fight against the Rank 3 beast wasn't as easy as Roy made it.

With these thoughts, he started to appreciate Roy even more, as he seemed to have understood that he had picked quite the gem this time.

Roy could notice the captain's thoughts as well through his face, as he was quite attentive towards people's faces, but he didn't care much about that.

While there was some fate between the two of them, he didn't think of the captain as 'his people' he looked at him only as a free use and throw aside.

Perhaps in the future, his thoughts might change, but at the moment that was all in his mind, and he doubted that it could change in the future.

Like that, the day slowly came to an end, and the team returned back into the camp with their prey. Since they didn't have any great achievements, they weren't too happy about it, but at least they were alive.

When they arrived at the camp, the captain invited Roy for a drink again, and despite the fact that Roy didn't want to go there and drink that piss again, he had no other choice.

This time though they didn't run directly to the Pleasure Tent as soon as they finished their drink, they talked about some useless things.

Like today's battles, the team, and some other extra conversation. The most important topic they talked about in Roy's eyes was probably the one about the important figures of the camp.

As a captain, the man in front of him knew more about this camp, its figures, and the factions inside the camp.

Well, certainly this camp belonged to Young Noble Fjord, at least on the first view, as the army here belonged to his family.

But in order to undertake such an important mission, he had asked for the help of other families and Masters, and some of them had more strength and reputation than his family.

While the situation seemed to be still under wraps, everyone knew that soon it would become boisterous and boiling.

Amidst the forces that would arrive in the upcoming days the most important were Master Troy, Young Noble Clark, and Master Gorg.

The first one was a Rank 5 Fire Mage, who had been invited by Young Noble Fjord's family in order to help them hunt the Rank 5 beasts.

They had promised him to give 1/5 of the total loot to him, help him find some materials, and even give him a few ladies of the family.

The second one was the Young Noble of an Earl's family, just from the difference in titles it could be understood that he was way higher than Young Noble Fjord on the importance ladder.

Everyone knew that he was just a lecherous waste and was willing to come here only because he was gifted 10 virgin beauties from the Young Noble Fjord's family, and also his youngest sister.

Even if people weren't afraid of the guy's background, they had to be afraid of the two Rank 5 Warriors, and one Rank 5 Mage behind him.

Last but not least was Master Gorg, who was a late Rank 5 Warrior, that was mostly using this opportunity to have some gains and try to break through to Rank 6.

This guy was a true battle maniac, and he would fight anyone he could in order to gain battle experience, and train himself.

He was just like a battle robot who wasn't able to think of anything else but fighting. Surprisingly though this Master was married to a great beauty and had a daughter.

Too many Young Noble's had asked his daughter for marriage, including Young Noble Fjord and Young Noble Clark, but none of them had managed to enter her eyes.

Just like her father she was a battle freak and had announced that she would only marry someone her age, who was able to overpower and defeat her in battle.

The problem was that despite being only in her first 30-ies she was already a Rank 4 Warrior, one of the geniuses of her generation, and there had been no one who had defeated her.

One thing was for sure though, the one who managed to grasp her heart would receive the full support and help from her battle maniac of her father, as she was the apple of his eyes.

Hearing all this Roy couldn't help but have some thoughts. If the captain knew of his thoughts though, he would have probably passed out of shock…