Page | 13 As for how I could do that… To be honest, I couldn’t think of anything. So, I decided not to think. I didn’t know what standards the Man-God chose his disciples by. Orsted said he “tended to choose those with strong fate,” but people with weak fates had already shown up as disciples. I didn’t even get how you could measure the “strength” of someone’s fate. It seemed like the kind of rule that only Orsted and the Man-God would understand. Even if I tried to follow every minute detail, asking Orsted about every little thing would just give him more of a headache. Thinking about it wouldn’t get me very far. I was a small piece in this game, but pawns can still make power moves. I could spread a message among the people we ally with, something like, “don’t believe what comes to you in a dream.” Disciples would probably pop up, even so. We’d just have to confirm it with anyone we find suspicious and kill them if necessary. A tough job, but I’d do it. Aside from that looming and nasty work, there weren’t any downsides to making every ally I could. After all, the Man-God could only have three disciples at a time, which meant that every number added to our forces gave us an advantage. If there were only five people on our side, our strength would fall by twenty percent if one were to betray us and become a disciple. If that disciple joined the enemy forces, the math would look even worse for us. But if there were ten of us, or maybe twenty of us. Maybe a hundred, or a thousand… Basically, the greater our numbers, the less impact a betrayal or two would have on our position. True, we’d be screwed if a leader on our side fell under the Man-God’s control and turned a thousand allies into enemies, so I had to minimize that risk by not giving any one leader too much power. Then again, I was going to be that leader for a while, so I didn’t need to worry about it for now. It’d become a problem following my death, but there already were