Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 62: Discipline

The water rippled, echoing softly in the empty bath chamber as Jon lay submerged, eyes half-closed. He’d now been soaking himself for a while, with his mind wandering to the many tasks he had yet to tackle.

One thought lingered persistently: "I don’t want to check my stats yet. Let me hit a milestone before I look at it." He hadn’t done anything significant since he came to the camp, except for becoming the leader, so his level hadn’t increased.

Closing his eyes and with a thought, he was in the Mind World, the familiar vast whiteness around him. This time, he noticed the space was broader, stretching farther than it had the last time. It had expanded from its previous 80 meters to 100 meters.

However, that wasn’t the only change. The clone he’d left here to study the skills was also there, still diligently learning them. So, as Jon entered the world, the knowledge and insights the clone had accumulated poured into his mind.

The transfer was like the familiar pain he felt when he was receiving information from the system, but maybe because he was getting used to it, he just shrugged off the pain.

"Interesting... So, I can do that too?" Jon murmured, a bit stunned at the ease with which the knowledge flowed to him.

After the transfer was complete, he nodded at his clone to continue its work. Now, glancing around and seeing new orbs around, he felt a bit aimless. "I just came here because it had been a while, but looking at it again, I need to find other uses of this Mind World."

But with nothing else coming to him, he left the Mind World and went to his next thoughts.

"After this next large movement, I will finally go see him." With that, he finally got out of the bath.

Dressed in clothes from his watch, treasures, and his rod, he left the room. Maybe it was due to the speed at took to level up, but most of the treasures he got from the system were now useless. The extra points they added weren’t even useful anymore, and even the earring for sensing dangers had now been replaced by his divine sense.

Upon getting to the long and luxurious corridor and considering scanning for the stairs down, a maid appeared with a bow and said, "Good morning, sir. How may I assist you?"

Her tone was light, and her attire revealing—a relic of the former leader’s taste. She likely thought Jon would appreciate the same. But—

"Hmm? Who are you? No, wait—where am I?" Jon’s questions tumbled out. He had to start somewhere. But the maid’s expression remained calm, as if already expecting the questions.

"I’m Rita, a maid here, and you are in the mansion of the overall leader."

"Oh." It all made sense now. He remembered they’d mentioned he’d be moved here once the place had been cleared of the old regime’s influence. And the last place he’d slept was the conference room, so it was probably Alexa who’d brought him here.

"Thanks. So where can I find the others?"

"Please, follow me." She led him through the mansion until they arrived at what was the dining hall.

"Good, I was starving," he thought, hand on his stomach for a moment.

The room was grand and furnished with an elegant dining setup. It also had a red and golden look to it. "Red again?" he groaned inside him.

Looking around again, people were already seated around the table, but no one had begun eating.

"Were they waiting for me?" Jon nodded to the group as he took an empty seat. They were all familiar faces, which made him comfortable, except for Alexa, who seemed to be avoiding his gaze.

"I should thank her later," he thought. "But why is she acting like that?" He tried looking around for answers, but he didn’t get any. But—

"Did you enjoy your shower?" Cynthia asked, a playful smile stretching across her face.

Jon froze slightly, and he slowly turned to face her. He’d seen that look before—a teasing one. But how did she know?

As if on cue, all eyes turned to Alexa. "Ah," he realized. "So that’s why." They’d probably asked where he was, and Alexa had explained he was probably enjoying a shower.

The people at the table were surprised at the reply she gave, but she quickly tried to dismiss their thoughts by telling them he enjoyed using the shower.

Cynthia, not missing a beat, leaned in with a knowing smirk. "How did you—"

Before she could finish, Jon used his skill to halt her words, her lips freezing mid-sentence. Cynthia’s expression was priceless—a mixture of shock and indignation.

"Let’s eat," Jon suggested as he released his hold on her.

The meal started, with the mischievous glint in Cynthia’s eyes turning to disbelief. She wasn’t used to losing, and this playful back-and-forth had backfired on her.

"Easy, girl," Jenny chuckled. She, too, could understand what Cynthia was trying to do, so she patted Cynthia’s back as she started eating.

"Next time," Cynthia muttered, but Jon could feel the warning. A shiver ran up his spine as if sensing he might have made a mistake by cutting her off.

Breakfast then proceeded smoothly, with no further disruptions. Even Nancy, who usually had updates to share, chose to keep quiet. Whatever she had could wait until later—there wasn’t any rush at the moment.

An hour later, Jon stood before a new crowd of people, each gripping whatever weapon they could find. This was the second group, scheduled for training today.

Jon couldn’t help but notice their excitement and anticipation hung in the air. They’d heard about yesterday’s session from the first group and were eager to level up themselves.

One thing was clear to these survivors: this new leader wanted them to survive and stand strong on their own. The horror of helplessness was still fresh in everyone’s mind. That was why nearly half the camp had volunteered for this training. It could have been more, but they needed people for other tasks. It was only after Jon’s assurances of fair treatment that everyone had been willing to choose other temporary jobs that weren’t fighting.

Jon scanned the group, noticing that even some from the first group had joined to gain more experience. Then he began with that: "I talked about discipline and obedience yesterday. So, tell me, what am I seeing here?" His voice boomed slightly; it was clear he was displeased.

He understood their motives, but their actions were still defiant. The two-group system wasn’t just for leveling—it was to help them form bonds within each group, which they would soon learn would be permanent.

Those who had been in the first group flinched at his words, not expecting this reaction. They thought he would approve of their enthusiasm, but now they felt like wrongdoers.

Normally, Jon might have looked past it—even encouraged it. But his knowledge of soldier training weighed on him. Discipline was essential, especially for those expected to fight together. This value had slowly become part of him, making disobedience hard to ignore.

"Step forward," he ordered, and those involved obeyed without hesitation. They had witnessed Jon’s strength and knew his ruthlessness. They were well aware that crossing Jon was risky. Especially now, as evolvers, they could sense his overwhelming power. He wasn’t someone they wanted to offend.

As they stepped forward, the others behind Jon stared in shock at the sheer number of people stepping out from the second group, almost half the size of the first group.

"I won’t ask why you did it," Jon began. "I also can’t fully understand what it feels like to feel weak, but I understand it a little." He thought of Tunde and Alex, the friends he’d been unable to protect.

"But we have rules, and they need to be followed. We are soldiers, not ordinary civilians." His voice resonated with strength, and the crowd’s attention sharpened. He hadn’t used distancing language like "you"—he had said "we," making them feel united.

"When you volunteered, it wasn’t just to survive. No, we’re here to take our world back." He clenched his fist, his eyes burning with intensity. And he meant it. With his Moon Gaze, he was able to easily discern that the world no longer belonged solely to humanity.

If they wanted to live as they had before, they would have to survive all this ordeal and win. "And we need discipline to do that." At this point, the former policemen were already silently swearing loyalty in their minds.

Those behind Jon finally realized what had been drawing them to him. They thought back to the university when Jon suddenly became their leader, but now they understood for the first time why they’d been following him all along. It was that he was a natural-born leader.

But Jon, unaware of this, continued. "The punishment for disobedience in this camp is a beating." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He stretched out his hand, and a bluish mist immobilized the offenders.

"Urgh..."

"P-Please..."

"Ahh..."

Those held by the mist began to beg and grunt, but Jon remained silent and commanded, "Beat them."

The former policemen moved in without hesitation. They didn’t even consider that they didn’t have skills and those they were hitting did; they simply obeyed, carrying out the order.

And strangely, the beating they were being given was more painful than they had anticipated.