"Why do we need to act alone and hide our identity?" The Golden Emperor silently looked at his summoner, reportedly a mad Viscount from over a thousand years later.
He wasn't as outrageous as the rumors claimed. He just got lucky in his youth to become part of the great expedition, and through some small schemes, he succeeded in winning against the demon race, which seemed to have already started infighting at that time.
The living conditions in his youth were too harsh. He still remembered that his tribe had only 81 people, all living off a type of fungus, and he never expected to become part of the great expedition.
As for why his group won, he thought about it and realized that the demon race back then seemed to implode on its own. They fought amongst themselves, almost to the point of tearing each other apart, and he managed to win in the chaos.
The infighting was so severe that even the simplest stratagem could have unimaginable effects.
