Welcome to my story A Game of Ambition. As you read in the summary, this story is about another Isekai in the world of Dynasty Warriors Ambition mode. After replaying Dynasty Warriors 8 XL, I just found the inspiration to write a story about it.
This story is rated M just to make sure I have no restraints. Further, I am Dutch, so my English will not be perfect. If the popularity of this story grows, perhaps I will seek a beta-reader, but for now, you will have to do with my English.
I played Dynasty Warriors 2, 5, and 8, and am familiar with the characters and battlefields. Don't expect pinpointed expertise from this story from a historical point.
Without any further ado, please enjoy my story A Game of Ambition.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dynasty warriors. Dynasty Warriors is owned by its respective owners.
''Can anybody provide me with a decent challenge!''
''Did you just beat another one already?!'' A shocked voice asked from the other side of the headset.
''Of course, I did. I told you, Lu Bu is broken.'' A black-haired individual responded cheekily sitting on the ground of his small apartment. With a press on the L2 button of his controller, an enormous red horse was summoned. With an almost impossible maneuver, the character Brian Miller was controlling jumped on his horse and charged towards his next destination.
The loud taps of heavy rain on the window echoed as background music to the familiar OST of the game. Lightening occasionally brightened his dimmed room with a flash of light, and the thunder provided yet another background sound.
''This game is pretty decent, but definitely not how it used to be. I remember fearing for my life when playing on hard mode in the earlier games.'' Brian commented as they had won yet another battle.
''I'll have to take your word for it. Anyway, what now? Do we just charge in or do we need to be concerned another flood attack is still going to come?''
''Just charge in and slice away. It can't be simpler than that,'' Brian answered as he steered Lu Bu to the final castle. On the small mini-map in the right corner, a yellow cursor followed a green cursor until both of them finally saw the cutscene of Lu Bu's demise.
The background mix of thunder and rain slowly died down, but Brian and his friend paid no attention to the changes. Instead, when they were finally done with the campaign, Brian's companion suddenly said, ''Oh shit, it's that late already! Brain, I gotta go. I still have that assignment to finish.''
Brian smirked as he asked, ''Seriously? You still need to finish that? We received that assignment a week ago.''
''Oh, fuck off. We can't all be mister perfect,'' the other side retorted before asking, ''Can I borrow your notes?''
''Sure. Give me a minute.'' Brian answered as he paused his game and grabbed his laptop.
A minute later the other side replied, ''I got it, thanks. You're a lifesaver like always. Speak to you tomorrow. Good night!''
''Good night, Mike,'' Brian responded. A message on his screen informed him player two had left the lobby, but even when the message disappeared, Brian continued to gaze at the spot the message was moments ago. Mister perfect... Not that bullshit again. I've got my own problems, ass, the student thought before he switched his attention back on the game and continued where he left off.
While Brian continued to finish the hypothetical route of the campaign of Lu Bu, the background rain started to grow louder again. Lightening continued to light the room and all its hidden treasures in its glory. From a Martial Arts bag that hadn't been touched in a year, to a pile of clothing in the corner of the room. There were some books of general history, economics, and medical knowledge in a bookcase, most of them in a state that showed they were read a thousand times. That is what you could expect from someone who did not mind studying but was uncertain what study to finish. For a student, it was quite tidy. Then again, Brian had been a student for quite some time.
An hour passed when the credits rolled down the screen. Lu Bu's story was finally over. The storm was now raging outside, but Brian paid no attention to it. A little disappointed, he skipped the credit scene. ''These games really become easier and easier. I wish they provided more of a challenge...'' The student sighed. Little did Brian know, that was a wish he hoped he had never wished for.
Due to a misclick due to the fault of the later hour, he scrolled down the starting menu. His eyes curiously checked the screen. ''What's this? Ambition mode? Is this similar to Empires?'' Brian's interest was peaked as he pressed the button the New Game button. Fate had a different plan for him though.
Just as the menu disappeared into a black screen, preparing to start the Ambition mode, a heart-shattering quake and a blinding light interrupted everyday life. Not that Brian knew as an overwhelming shock of electric already had taken his conciouncess away.
''Near the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the land was in chaos, and the age was thrust into confusion.'' A perfect narrative voice echoed through the emptiness of nothingness. ''Using this as an opportunity, numerous warlords looked to seize power for themselves.''
''Many of them tried to seize the Emperor in order to him as a symbol of their power. It would bring a sense of righteousness to their cause, as well as display their ambitions to conquer the land. In this way, the flames of war spread to the capital, and the Emperor was forced to flee with a small contingent of men.''
Burning houses, screaming villagers, many battles, and more pictures of war flashed from a television-like screen for anyone that was willing to look. '' In search of somebody with the strength to protect him, he continued to wander the land.''
''Then, a small kingdom rose up within a nearby land. It was a land that was much too poor to be welcoming somebody as important as the Emperor. In addition, it had few allies to help it and it lacked the strength to protect the Emporer.'' As if a slow drone was filming the town in a rough storm, the poorness of the streets came into view.
''However, if the land were to be developed, and brave officers could be recruited to the cause, then just maybe...'' A long silence filled the air.
The nothingness slowly turned dark while the narrator's voice spoke, ''In addition, an ambitious officer was beginning a promising career within the land...''
A shimmer of light passed through the silky curtains, the sunrays opening the day by the gift of their warmth. The sunlight reached all the way into the room, where it perfectly struck the sleeping citizen's eyes.
His eyebrows tensed until his eyes slowly opened up and other sensations began to arise from the horizon. An unfamiliar scent hung in the air and his bed felt unfamiliarly soft. His ears did not catch any familiar noise, except the sound of the morning market in the distance. It was strangely calm. His body felt lighter than before as the act of moving his arm and legs was way easier. However, those abnormalities were nothing compared to what his eyes witnessed when they finally opened.
The soft bed he lay was not his own as it was far bigger than he had ever experienced. It was a four-poster bed that was only seen in the movies of old. His eyes were further surprised by the whitely-stoned almost marble-like walls. His room was exceptionally clean and organized. ''What's going on?'' Brian asked confused as he stepped out of bed. Several oddly shaped shoes lay on the wooden floor, and when he stared through the window, his eyes opened by the overwhelming green scenery before him. Long, green trees stood tall far and wide while a strong and broad river cut the land into two. Together with the scenery, the shoes, and Brian's surroundings, only one thought roamed his mind, Where am I?
Starting to go on a little investigation, he searched through the weird ancient closets and other furniture in the room. But no matter how hard he searched or thought, it just didn't make any sense. ''Why does everything look so...Chinese?'' He wondered out loud before grabbing a weird kimono sort of cloth that miraculously perfectly was his fit and walked to the only door in the room, just to realize it was a sliding door. ''Things are getting stranger and stranger.''
Before he could do anything though, the door slid open. An older-wise looking man stood on the other side, his eyes growing twice the size when he saw him. He instantly bowed forward as he greeted, ''Good morning, my lord. I hope you have slept well.'' Brian was momentarily perplexed as he thought, Wait, did he just my lord? What's going on here? The older man looked surprised not to have an answer yet, and when he looked at the confused expression on his lord's face, he asked, ''Are you alright, Lord Brian?''
Play the role. Ask questions later. Brian quickly decided as he shook his head and responded, ''Yeah...Yes! My apologies. It seems I slept a bit too deep. I am still a little fuzzy.''
The wise man immediately bowed as he apologized, ''My apologies, my lord! I will immediately arrange a new bed to the best of your liking!''
''That's not necessary,'' Brian responded immediately, glad the excuse worked as it was intended. ''But I think a moment of fresh air might help me wake up a little.''
The man's eyes glinted a hint of a welcoming surprise. ''That sounds wise, my lord. Please allow me to make the arrangements.'' Arrangements? Forgoing outside? What the fuck is going on? ''Please eat something first while I make the horses ready.''
Strangely enough, food was the last thing on his mind right now. He had always been a good breakfast eater, but for one reason, the hunger that normally assaulted him in the morning was gone. As he walked through the house, he passed a large ancient mirror. ''He?'' he uttered as he glanced at the mirror for a second. His face was his own, yet it was an image he had long forgotten.
Brian had been a student for a long time. Not because he couldn't learn, but because of personal reasons, he could never finish a study. He was older than most of his classmates, even if it was only slight. That was why he was so confused that he saw his 16-year old face in the mirror. What's more, although the body was his from that time, he couldn't remember having such a figure. Where did those abbs come from? He wondered as he portrayed them before the mirror. *Cough!*
Brian shook from the sudden cough as his eyes shifted to the side. There was a woman standing there, her clothing indicating she was not of good fortune. Although she was properly dressed, you could see she was poor. ''Your breakfast is ready, my lord,'' she informed before she walked away.
''Well, that was awkward,'' Brian thought out loud before he walked to the kitchen, sat at the table, and ate. The breakfast wasn't anything fancy, and Brian had expected a bit more by all the titles he had received today. Yet, if he thought a little more about it, the girl was a bit of an indication they were not that rich. Who am I? And what is this place? He wondered before deciding to find the answer.
The only one he could ask was the wise man that stood at the entrance of the house. With two horses at his side, the old man greeted him once again. ''I hope you have eaten well, my lord. I am sorry it had to take so long. It seems our horses only listen to you.''
''Why is that?'' Brian asked confused.
''Well, you are the owner, of course. Are you sure you are feeling well, my lord?'' The old man asked. Why do I feel some resentment there?
Brian shook his head before he responded, ''Yeah, I am just still a little fuzzy. It feels as if I have slept for a very long time, and only now have woken up with no memory left.''
The older man sighed before he responded, ''If you are planning to make excuses for forgetting my name, at least come up with a good one. My name is Feng Delan.'' How can I forget something that I never even knew in the first place? Brian internally responded, but never voiced. And can you stop with the resentment? What did I do to you that got you so agitated?
''I wish it was an excuse,'' Brian responded before realizing he had sat on the horse. Wait, what? When did I...?
Delan raised an eyebrow before he climbed on his horse as well. Without saying much of worth, he rode forward, his horse following his command at a calming pace. Before he knew it, Brian followed suit. ''Where have I learned how to horseback ride?'' He wondered out loud.
''Your father used to teach when you were younger, although you quickly surpassed him,'' Delan answered sadly. ''I know it has been three years since his passing in this chaos but please try to at least care a bit about your heritage, my lord.''
Chaos... a word that tucked on Brian's curiosity. Chaos was a word that should never be underestimated. It was a word that was still fresh on his memory. Looking around him, that strange memory started to arise to service. It can't be...?
''Lord Brian!'' Delan shouted, shaking Brian awake from his thought. Just then he realized he was no longer standing alongside his observer.
A harsh wind blew past his face as his horse was running forward. Although Brian had never ridden a horse before, there was not a moment he panicked. As if he had ridden a horse a thousand times, he just sat there and rode forward. As a second nature, he leaned forward to minimize the wind turbulence and increased the pressures of his calves onto his horse's sides.
Delan was shouted worriedly from the back, but Brian did not even hear him anymore. He had to be certain about his hypothesis. The hypothesis he had been isekaied into a world he knew. As he reached the town's plaza, his hypothesis really seem to be correct. Aside from the poorness of ancient China, there was a name floating high above one of the armed soldiers in the back. So it's true. I really isekaied into Dynasty Warriors...
As his eyes gazed over the plaza and the people, he could tell he was not in a rich environment. On the contrary, the people looked as if they could die any second, and there was unspoken tension sensible in the air. The town itself was small despite the large ground that was available, and the streets were underdeveloped. There was a scent of fresh tea hanging in the air and somewhere in the back, Brian heard the sound of iron-casting. Yet, it was only 'small.'
Footsteps of another horse echoed behind Brian, and seconds later, Delan's voice cried, ''Lord Brian! You can't just ride away like...?'' Delan stopped as soon as he saw his lord's expression. It was an expression Delan wasn't used to, as his eyes showed a concern he had never shown before. Was that excuse perhaps not an excuse? He momentarily wondered.
''What happened here?'' Brian asked silently, only confirming his hypothesis had to be correct.
''It is the consequence of the long turmoil in the land, my lord,'' Delan answered.
Brian turned around, Delan perplexed by the serious expression of his young lord's face again. ''Define turmoil.''
Delan looked troubled as he replied, ''Warlords are trying to gain the land, but there is none who has the decisive strength to win. Diseases run rampant, and the Emperor is nowhere in sight. Bandits are everywhere and the economy is collapsing. The people are poor and hungry.''
So it really is the Dynasty warriors...but where the hell am I? Just as Brian was wondering about that, a group of people had formed in the distance. A loud murmuring could be heard. ''What's going on up there?''
''I don't know, my lord. However, as the lord of this town, it would be wise for you to know what is going on in your town,'' Delan suggested with a bit of hope hearable in his voice. I see. It seems I was never a serious lord. No wonder he looked so dissatisfied, especially with the town and people suffering like this.
''You are right. Let's go,'' Brian responded in kind.
Delan's expression changed to a questionable one. ''You want me there as well, my lord?''
''Obviously. You have an eye for what is necessary, Master Delan. If this is something important, that talent is necessary.''
''Very well, my lord. I will accompany you.'' For the first time since Brian had met the old man, he sounded happy. Was he so moody because I didn't recognize his potential? How much of a prideful toddler can you be?
People stepped aside once they took notice of Brian and Delan, but their eyes continue to stare at the enormous underdeveloped plaza, where a number of soldiers and a large carriage were standing. One of the knights rode forward on his steed. The voices on the plaza died down. Above his black hair floated a name: Mi Tong. ''Citizens of Jin Cheng! At the command of the Emperor, we like to speak to the lord of these lands! Inform him of our arrival immediately!'' Mi Tong commanded with a loud a clear voice. His dark brown eyes stared through the crowd with a tired strictness.
The atmosphere grew tense. After all, the Emperor was not a man to be kept waiting. His name was a symbol of power, even in the chaotic times of war. Warlords tried to pull him to their side, doing everything they could to strengthen their position in the land. Hm. Quite impressive. Too bad your expression looks as desperate as those from the people on the plaza. Brian thought as he rode forward, drawing the attention to himself.
''Welcome to my town. I am Lord Brian Miller, the ruler of Jin Cheng. If you wish to speak to me, please follow me.''
The knight in charge momentarily looked confused, wondering how that went as well as it should. However, he quickly recovered, nodded pleased, and ordered his men to follow the lord. Brian rode back, now truly catching the attention of his people. Yet, those expressions did not hold any admiration in them but just fear. What was about to happen to them?
As Brian rode past Delan, he ordered, ''Sir Delan, have some guards guard the house. No one is to enter during this meeting unless given permission to enter by the knight in charge.''
''Very well, sir.'' He responded politely before riding to another part of the town.
Although the situation had been tense in town, once arriving at Brian's supposed new home, it turned to a complete theatrical comical play. The knights looked tense, and the Emporer hadn't shown his face whatever as his carriage was carried inside the house as if he was a spoiled princess. As the carriage was placed down, several knights stepped outside to stand on guard.
Delan had returned as well as with a few guards and maidens and entered the house with a polite bow to his master and the Emperor. ''Can I offer you anything, your highness? Tea? Something to eat?''
A soft bell rang in the air, and Mi Tong said, ''He would like some tea.'' Then he shifted to the lord and started, ''Thank you for quick notice, sir Brian. I shall not waste your time with unnecessary talk. I assume you are aware of the troubles of your highness's position and the turmoil of the land. We need help to regain what we have lost, and hereby give you the honor to help us in that noble task.''
Brian thanked the maiden for the tea, took a sip, and raised one of his thick black-haired eyebrows. And I am just supposed to accept that? What of that bullshit is an honor? Without wasting anyone's time, he switched to the guard and asked, ''What's your name?'' Despite it clearly floating above his head.
''Mi Tong, sir,'' Mi Tong answered confused before asking, ''What has that to do...?''
''With introductions done, as ever normal conversation should start with knowing the name of your interlocutor, we can return to the topic at hand.'' He shifted his eyes on his adviser and said, ''Delan, please show mister Mi Tong around.''
The shadow behind the curtain of the Emporer rose, and Mi Tong himself looked conflicted as he asked, ''Why do you...?''
Brian didn't waste any time as he answered, ''This is a request from the Emperor himself. If it is a request from your highness, I will listen to him without any hesitation. However, if he is not willing to ask me for help personally, I am afraid you are wasting your time here.'' Mi Tong's expression became almost unreadable, and his advisor's expression turned to fear. However, before the man could respond, Brian added, ''If you are afraid for your highness's safety, you can check my house for weapons, as well as my body.'' Switching his eyes to the curtain where the Emperor was supposed to be, he said, ''What's your response, your highness? Would you start a one-on-one conversation with me, or would you seek help from another lord?''
''You!?'' Mi Tong growled before the same bell rang again. ''Your highness?'' the knight asked as he lay his ear to the curtain, and heard a surprising request. ''V..very well, your highness.'' He switched his attention to the butler and said in a much more polite way, ''Please show me around the house.''
As the maidens, Delan, and Mi Tong stepped outside and closed the door behind them. After checking the lord for weapons, Brian shifted his attention to the curtains. The Emperor's arm slowly moved forward, gently pushing the curtain away as he started, ''You are a very unusual person, Sir Brian. You are the first who dares to make such a request. Why would you make such a request if you know the penalty could be death?''
The Emperor was a young boy, younger than the age of Brain's new body. If he had to guess, he wasn't even thirteen yet so spoke so firmly it was as if he was a grown man. Brian smiled as he answered, ''If I may be so blunt, your highness, your request asked by Mi Tong has a similar ending for me. If I have to put my life on the line for someone, I at least want to hear it from them personally.''
The young Emperor looked understandable before he asked, ''Does that mean you are willing to help me?''
''Not so quick, your highness.'' Brian countered, feeling the conversation switching for the better. He had control, and now, it was the time to take the reigns. ''Before I will accept your request, I have a question and a request of my own.''
The Emporer's blue eyes met with Brian's brown eyes, and after a few seconds, he responded, ''Very well. What is your question?''
''What do you stand for?''
''Excuse me?'' The young Emperor asked confused.
Brian closed his eyes as he explained, ''I do not mind helping you, but I need to know what you would do if you would regain your position. Do you stand for the people, do you strive for a better economy, or is it something else that you want to reach?''
''What does it concern you what I stand or want?'' The Emporer asked, feeling conflicted to continue the conversation.
''Everything, your highness. If I am fighting for you, I will fight with my life on the line. Not only me, but the people who should be under my care are at danger as well, and I do not want them to become a sacrifice they have risked their lives for if their situation would not change for the better. If you do not know the answer, then what am I supposed to use to persuade the many I have to fight against?''
''You fight for me! That should be sufficiënt,'' The young boy answered, showing a fit of anger that finally showed some humanity in his expression.
''If it should, why is the land in turmoil?'' the Emporer's eyes opened wide, for he had never met a person who was speaking to him in such a manner. Before he could retort, Brian added, ''The land is in turmoil because the people don't know who to follow. People need a leader that knows what he wants and knows what his people want. I do not need an answer if you do not have one at the moment, but I expect one at the end of all this.''
The Emporer's eyes turned serious as he asked, ''And what if it doesn't fit your standards?''
''It doesn't have to fit my standards, as long as it fits the people. If not, you can expect another war starting, and I will not be there to help you again.'' Brian answered, his words already indicating he was willing to help the Emperor.
Realizing that all too well, the young man closed his eyes, tried to find some inner peace again by the looks of it, and focused again. ''You made your case clear. Now, what is your request? I can give you everything you desire.''
''In that case, I request your absolute trust,'' Brian answered almost immediately.
''My trust?'' The young Emporer repeated confused. ''Why would you request that?''
Brian took a sip of his tea as he answered, ''I'll fight for you, but the people will not. The simple truth is, if I succeed in this request you ask of me, the people would follow my word. Although that doesn't sound as threatening at first glance for I follow you, I could give others the idea that I want to take the throne for my own. If you have any doubts about my loyalty, please talk to me instead of taking unnecessary actions that can be regretted. Therefore, I require absolute trust.''
The Emporer looked intrigued as if he had learned an important lesson. ''I have never given a thought about that. You may be blunt, but you speak wise words. Very well, I will put my trust in you, on my word as the Emporer. I assume you will help me restore this land?'' the young boy asked hopefully.
''Ýes, I will,'' Brian answered. It was at that moment, all of his suspensions where he was were confirmed as a message appeared in his view, as if it was HUD. Options about his level, health, allies, resources, and more were in plain sight for his eyes alone. So this really is the game. I guess that dream was not a dream back then... just terrific...
The evening sun shone a beautiful orange light over the lands as the temperature began to decrease. Most of the merchants had gone home to hope for a better sale the next day, just as most of the other townsfolk had returned home in the hope their houses would survive for another day.
Brian was walking back to his house after an afternoon of exploring the town more carefully. With his menu, he could see the special buildings that he could use in his mission and the buildings that still required his attention. In particular, those were the blacksmith, teahouse, and merchant's district that required strengthening.
''Yeesh, what did I get myself into...'' he complained out loud. ''Isekaied in Dynasty Warriors. And it didn't even involve a truck.'' His joke at least made him smile, but soon he realized, there was nothing to laugh about. It was the Dynasty Warriors' Ambition mode he was stuck in, without a clear way out. His family, his friends, his study, his real-life; there was no knowing what would come of them or if he could return to them.
And it wasn't as if this game was going to be kind to his own life. Although his love for role-playing helped him turn an unknown situation into a situation he could profit from, his lack of fighting capabilities, apart from his boxing hobby, was going to be a problem. Again, that is what he assumed but when he equipped himself with a simple cutlass, the movement of limbs almost felt as if he used it a thousand times. To top it off, those weren't the only surprises that made him wonder what the hell was going on.
Although he didn't mind eating something, the normal appetite he was so known for back home wasn't present. That survival instinct just didn't act the way it should, and neither did the exit he concluded by the lack of peeing urges. Maybe those aren't present, because they are not part of the normal game mode... He tried to reason as he walked on the bad infrastructure of his town. His surroundings were surprisingly peaceful, with only a few birds chirping in the distance, making it perfect conditions to set his thoughts straight.
On his way back near the house, where the Emporer was still residing in one of the guest rooms, he encountered the knight Mi Tong. Unlike their previous encounter, when the knight's eyes could burn him with a hateful glare, his gaze this time around was friendly. ''Good evening, Lord Brian. My sincere apologies for my behavior this morning. The Emperor has told me everything and has ordered me to assist to the best of my capabilities. If there is anything you need I can arrange, do not feel objected asking.''
Talk about a personality change. Why does this feel a little bit too good to be true? Brian thought suspiciously. Normally, if he had distrusted or assumed one of his friends was mad, he would box or wrestle it out, but he doubted he had the equipment for it. Instead, he said, ''Walk with me.''
''Please lead the way,'' The knight responded politely, his expression hiding the confusion that began to arise well.
Under the rising moon, the former student started, ''My apologies as well, Mi Tong. I was rude to you, and it was not my intent to offend you. If you have any resentment towards me, feel free to speak your mind.''
Mi Tong looked content as he responded, ''Thank you, Lord Brian. That apology means a lot to me.'' He looked ahead as he continued, ''Although it is no excuss, the stress and fear of the past weeks due to the wars have caused me and my men to grow tired and hostile. Your acceptance to help us has given some reassurance.'' A silence filled the air until the knight asked, ''Do you really think you can unite the land?''
''I am not sure, but I promised the Emporer already. I might as well go for it.''
Mi Tong shifted his gaze on him and asked, ''And how are you going to do that?''
''I have an idea, but I am going to need manpower for it.''
Mi Tong bowed deeply as he responded immediately, ''We will help with everything we can offer you! What do you need?''
Too easy, Brian thought as he answered, ''If we plan to unite the land, we need a solid foundation to work from. First, we unite the surrounding areas and develop the infrastructure and agriculture. I need a map of the country to plan for the future, and a map of our surroundings to plan the upcoming days.''
''Very well. Leave it to me!'' The knight responded as he bowed and ran towards the house. Switching his eyes on the menu, Brian smiled as he realized he had successfully activated the 'Gather Supplies' skill, and further noticed the bond between him and Mi Tong had slightly increased. That easy? I hope they are all that easy. Although I doubt everything is gonna be that simple... Brian feared as he thought back on every character he knew and had played. If this was truly the Dynasty Warriors, would he have to face the scary warriors such as Sun Ce, Zhao Yun, Zhang Liao, and Lu Bu?
There were many officers and lords in ancient china that could be considered a dangerous threat for his conquest. Conquest. He smiled stupidly as he thought back how he could accept such a ridiculous request so easily and was glad to see that his instincts were right. If he was in actual ancient china, instead of in the game, he would have stood no chance. However, even with the knowledge of how some battles had gone, and the advantage of his instantly learned skills, his quest would not be easy. And there was one last thing that Brian was very thankful for.
He was stuck in a game. Every enemy he killed was not a pang of guilt he would have nightmares off or would affect history. It would probably affect him more than he wished for, but nothing else.
One last smile appeared on his face as he thought, Now I hope the AI is as terrible as it was. Before he walked to his house for a good night of rest. The answer to that hopeful question had an answer only time could tell.
Author notes:
This was chapter one of A Game of Ambition. I hope you liked it.
I have not much else to say. Feel free to review this story. Feedback is always welcome if you are polite.
That was everything I really wanted to see. That was it for the first chapter and I hope to see you all in the second one. Beyor out!