Warmongers: The Kings of Conflict


    A battlefield stretches endlessly, a desolate wasteland littered with rusted tanks, shattered bones, and the echoes of forgotten wars. Here, the warmongers gather—the politicians, defense contractors, and military leaders who profited from bloodshed. They once wielded power over nations, sending countless soldiers to die for causes they barely understood, all for the sake of wealth and influence.


    Now, they stand unarmed and exposed, the very battlefield they commanded turning against them. The earth trembles, and from the soil rise the spirits of the soldiers they sent to die. Faces gaunt with despair, eyes hollow with betrayal, the soldiers surround their former commanders.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    Yuki appears on a hill overlooking the battlefield, his eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. “You waged wars not for justice, nor freedom, but for profit and power,” he says, his voice a cold wind sweeping across the wasteland. “Now, you will fight a war with no end, where every life lost will weigh upon your soul.”


    The spirits charge, their ethereal weapons slicing through flesh and bone. The warmongers scream, but their wounds never kill them—only leave them in perpetual agony. Each death is reborn, each scream echoes eternally, and they are trapped in an endless cycle of death and rebirth, forever feeling the pain they once inflicted upon countless others.