Inside the Special Army Training Camp—
A tense silence filled the air.
At the center—
The former Megalodon, now in a human body, sat on the ground.
Her expression was a mix of shock, confusion, and burning rage.
A short distance ahead stood Precious.
Behind him—Dhuma and Ewah.
On the sides—Commanders Birju and Natvar, along with several soldiers.
"…Where am I?" she growled.
"What is wrong with me…?"
"And who the hell are all of you?!"
No one answered.
They simply watched her.
Ewah stepped forward, her voice sharp.
"Do you even understand who you're speaking to?"
"This is the Shin Kingdom's Special Army Training Camp."
The girl glanced at her—
Then ignored her completely.
"Answer me," she snapped again. "Who are you people?"
"And where is that human brat I was fighting?"
"And how the hell did I end up in this filthy human body?!"
"…This bitch…" Natvar muttered under his breath. "How dare she insult a vessel created by Prince Precious…"
"Forgive her," Birju said calmly. "She doesn't know who we are."
Precious finally spoke—
His voice calm, controlled.
"I am Precious. Prince of the Shin Kingdom."
He gestured slightly.
"These are my subordinates—Dhuma, Ewah, Birju, Natvar… and the rest."
"And this body…"
"…I created it for you."
"I also brought you here."
"…What?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"…I don't remember anything."
"I was fighting that human brat… then…?"
"You were defeated," Precious said plainly.
"He captured you using an artifact… and brought you to me."
"…You bastard!" she roared. "There's no way I was defeated by some nobody human brat!"
"SHUT UP!" Dhuma snapped.
His aura flared slightly.
"You're nothing but a small fish!"
"You don't even deserve to stand before Prince Precious!"
"…Hah… hahaha…!" she laughed wildly.
"You fools don't know who I am!"
"I am the Great Beast of Megamihu Lake!"
"The strongest beast in the world!!"
Silence.
Then—
"…Hahahahaha!"
Dhuma laughed.
Ewah joined.
Then the commanders.
Then the soldiers.
The entire camp burst into laughter.
"…What?" she muttered, confused.
Ewah wiped a tear from her eye.
"You filthy fish… you don't even understand what true power is."
"And yet you call yourself the strongest?"
"…Tch…"
Her expression twisted with anger.
"Enough," Precious said.
Instant silence.
He looked directly at her.
"I brought you here for one reason."
"To offer you a place in my army."
"…Join me."
She stood up—
Despite her unstable condition—
And declared loudly,
"There's no way I'll work with humans!"
"And working under one?! That's impossible!"
"…Then what do you want?" Precious asked.
"I'll fight."
She pointed forward.
"I'll fight your boss."
"Fine by me," Dhuma said, stepping forward.
"I'm not fighting a servant," she snapped. "I'll fight him."
Dhuma's expression darkened.
"…What did you just say?"
"I don't fight useless battles," Precious replied calmly. "If you want, you can fight Dhuma… or Ewah."
"…So you're scared?" she smirked.
"Think whatever you want."
"…But listen carefully."
"If you lose—"
"You join my army."
"…Deal."
"There's no way I'll lose."
A While Later…
The result—
Was absolute.
She stood there—
Barely conscious.
Covered in damage.
Her body trembling.
A short distance away—
Dhuma stood tall.
Unharmed.
"…So," Precious said calmly.
"Dhuma wins."
"You'll join me now."
"…Y-Yes…" she muttered weakly.
Ewah stepped forward.
"Come. I'll take you to the healing room."
"…Yeah…"
She paused.
"…And don't call me Megalodon."
"…Oh?" Ewah raised a brow. "Then what's your name?"
"…I don't have one."
Precious spoke—
"Then I'll give you one."
Everyone turned toward him.
"From now on…"
"Your name is Ludo."
Silence.
"…No reaction?" Birju asked. "Shouldn't she evolve or something?"
"That only applies to Shin Kingdom beasts," Precious explained.
"She's from the Cult Kingdom."
"They follow a cultivation system—not a naming system."
"So naming her won't trigger any evolution."
"…I see."
Ewah nodded.
"Come, Ludo."
She supported her and walked away.
The commanders returned to their duties.
Dhuma turned to Precious.
"…Sir."
"Hmm?"
"We need to talk."
Outside the Camp
They walked a short distance away.
"So?" Precious asked.
"As you know, we now have 1000 soldiers," Dhuma began.
"…But only 200 swords."
"70 are broken."
"35 are about to break."
"We need weapons."
"…And space. This camp is too small."
"…More soldiers may join in the future."
Precious nodded.
"…You're right."
He turned—
And pointed outward.
"From those three mountains—"
"To that river across."
"And from that stone—"
"To the farthest point you can see."
"…Use all of it."
Dhuma's eyes widened.
"…Really?! Thank you, sir!"
"But… what about weapons?"
Precious smiled faintly.
"I've thought about that."
"In today's world… many kingdoms are powerful."
"…So why should we fall behind?"
He suddenly flipped backward—
And swung his hand through the air.
A massive array of weapons appeared.
"…!!"
"200 AK-47s."
"300 SCAR rifles."
"50 M10s."
"2000 G18 pistols."
"1000 hand grenades."
"600 time bombs."
"750 landmines."
"100 tanks."
"300 fighter jets."
"20 nukes."
"And 1000 lesser swords."
Dhuma froze.
"…W-WHAT?!"
"That's incredible!!"
"…But what are these…?"
"They're advanced weapons," Precious said.
"Even the Naco Country might not have them yet."
He picked up a lesser sword.
"This one—press this button."
A glowing blade extended instantly with a "BEEEM" sound.
"…And it retracts the same way."
"It's compact, durable, and far stronger than normal swords."
Dhuma tested it.
"…Amazing…"
"This is better than any sword."
"I'll distribute everything."
"…One more thing."
"What are our titles?"
"And the name of this army… this camp?"
Precious paused.
"…Right. I hadn't named them yet."
He looked at Dhuma.
"From now on—"
"This army will be called…"
"REDSUB."
"The Shin Kingdom's most powerful and advanced force."
"And your title—"
"Marshal."
"You decide the rest of the hierarchy."
"And this place…"
"…will be called SAPSA."
Dhuma stood straight.
"Yes, Sir!"
"…Also," he added hesitantly, "food is becoming a problem."
"For now, I'll provide it," Precious said.
"But eventually…"
"You'll grow your own."
"Become self-sufficient."
"…Understood!"
Precious turned slightly.
"…And one more thing."
"I was thinking about the fourth Marshal."
He raised his hand.
"Rex."
A massive snake appeared from the ground.
"…Huh?!" Rex blinked.
"From now on," Precious said calmly,
"You're one of the Marshals of REDSUB."
"…WHAT?!"
"That means… I won't be with you anymore, Master?!"
"…Exactly."
"…But why?! I don't want to leave you!"
"You're the most trustworthy one I have," Precious said.
"And the most capable of leading."
"This is your moment, Rex."
"Show me what you've learned."
"Show me how strong you've become."
"Lead this army."
"…Prove yourself."
Rex lowered his head.
"…If you say it like that…"
"…Then I have no choice."
"…I'll do it."
Dhuma frowned slightly.
"…But why him? Why not me?"
"Two reasons," Precious replied.
"First—wisdom."
"You've lived alone in a cave for years."
"Rex has seen the world."
"Understood power."
"…Even if not this world."
"And second—"
"He's stronger than all of you."
"…I see."
Dhuma sighed.
"…Then I won't object."
"Good."
Precious looked at Rex.
"I'll create a vessel body for you as well."
"Then you'll stay here…"
"And train everyone."
Rex nodded.
"…Yes, Master."