Chapter 120: Paranoia

Chapter 120: Paranoia

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"Wait, how long did you say? 12 years? Umm, I'm afraid that would be too late. I have information that might save the Skrull Empire from destruction,"

The Skrull officer stared into Hector's eyes for a second and sighed, "People like you come every day, but I feel seriousness from you. Fine, I can shorten the waiting time to 3 years. If you have a reference letter from a high General or Lord, then I can reduce it to a few months."

"Scratch that. I need to meet someone urgently. It's fine if it's not the Emperor. Any one of his assistants will also do it. Anyone whom I can meet today." Hector requested from him.

The Skrull officer looked into his Datapad and tapped a few options, "There is Lord Dumfak, the 5th Assistant to the 9th Secretary of His Majesty. He's free right now; you can meet him if you want."

~What the fuck, how many secretaries does the Emperor have, and how many assistants do those secretaries have?~ Hector was annoyed. But he relented, "Sure, I will meet him,"

"All right, take this card and go to that entrance door. It will lead you straight to the waste management department of Tarnax IV. That's where Lord Dumfak works."

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~That guy works with the planetary janitors? What am I even doing at this point?~

Still, ignoring all his inner voices telling him it was a waste of time, he proceeded to the terminal from where he was made to sit in another transporter, a land-based hovering taxi, which led him to the Waste Management Department. It was a giant building, that looked as beautiful as any other architecture on the planet. This was where the planet's biggest janitors worked.

"Here goes nothing, Moony and Logan. I want you two to stay as silent as a stone," he dejectedly entered the building and went to the relevant location.

Most things were not too different from any Earth's infrastructure. After his arrival, he found that even this 5th assistant to the 9th secretary of the Emperor had an assistant.

They were rudely told to wait, as the 5th assistant, Lord Dumfak, was not in the office right now.

So they sat outside the room and waited. Moony started watching space dog videos on Datapad, and Logan took a nap. Hector just continuously tried to come up with a strategy to get to the Emperor.

~Hmm, this Dumfuk guy must have access to the Emperor. After all, he's just 3rd in terms of administration circle from the Emperor.~

"He's in the room now; you may enter," the assistant of the assistant informed them.

Hector snatched away the Datapad from Moony, much to his annoyance. Then patted Logan's head to wake him up. "Work time,"

The three proceeded to enter. The door automatically slid open, as doors that needed hands were old school for peasants of underdeveloped civilisations.

"Hello, Lord Dumfuk, I am President Hector King Washing-fucking hell..."

But the paper said the things clearly. There was an envelope placed on his table that he was supposed to give to the Emperor in return for all the contract benefits.

He was happy, thinking he had met some sort of occult personality, a god or something. What he didn't know was that the contract was only meant to fulfil his wishes in his dream just once. As he had never mentioned that he wanted all these things while being awake. Hence, once he has his dream, he will die automatically.

He quickly gathered his items and ran off to the Imperial Palace. He fought all his seniors and got himself a meeting with the Emperor by any means.

The Emperor's name was Dorrek VII. He was not too taller than Dumfak. In personality, the Emperor was as mad as they came. So Dumfak was taking a significant risk by doing this. Blinded so much by the dream that Hector made him see and the deal later, which he believed. This made him one of the dumbest beings in the Galaxy.

"Your Majesty, please, this is an important message for you."

"Dumfak, what are you doing here? I only gave you that job because you are my distant cousin." Dorrek VII was not very happy to see the worst of the Skrull genetics in front of him. Though he was one ugly son of a bitch himself.

Dumfak insisted, "Have a look. It has information for you, important information,"

"Fine," Dorrek VII could do this much for a family member, although he didn't really love them. He had kept his own brother locked up in prison for decades now.

The Emperor tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. He glanced at it and then dumbly looked back at Dumfak, "This is it?"

"Yes, your majesty. I gained this from a man who recently infiltrated the Kree Homeworld of Hala."

*WOOSH* Dorrek VII angrily tore the letter into pieces, "WHO WAS IT?"

"W-What was in the letter, your majesty?" He asked him.

But the Emperor would not have any of it, "GUARDS! Arrest this fool. Find out who met him and call him here. I must meet him."

~Who is the mole? Who is spying for the Kree? My wife? Her brother? My general? Or my son? WHO?!~

As Hector had expected, just a tiny seed of paranoia could destroy empires.

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