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"So tell me, Jack, What should I do?" Swami smilingly asked, looking teasingly at Jack.

Jack shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Are you the owner of this island?" Explore stories on empire

"Boy, how dare you question Swami Ji like that?" The priest who came in with Jack was angered and was ready to kill Jack.

Dev Swami raised his hand with a calm smile to diffuse the situation and said, "Don't be angry, boy. I own all of India. Alright, follow me. You three can go now—our little Jack here is just a bit upset with me."

Dev Swami then stood up. Jack, watching the frail, elderly man trembling as he moved, was struck with surprise. Despite his aged and fragile appearance, Jack was certain this man had the power to kill everyone in the room.

As the old man went towards the corridor, only Jack followed him. As he was trembling, he gave his hand to Jack for support; Jack didn't mind and held him tight.

"You're a good boy; I was just testing you," Swami said, his trembling hand gripping Jack's tightly. "The island is yours, but there are complications. It isn't actually part of India—it's a unique entity. Do you know what that means?"

"It means I get to have my own kingdom?" Jack asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

"Yes, that's right. But you won't have to pay a single cent for the island—I'll cover the full cost. I also know about your orders from China, and I'll ensure they enter your island without any interference," Swami said as he slowly walked toward a sunny area with a stage of some sort.

Jack stared at the old man in shock. Before he could ask any questions, Swami smiled and gestured for him to hold his thoughts.

"Let me show you who I am first." As Swami said this, he removed his hand from Jack's and walked towards the stage and gestured Jack to follow him.

As Swami stepped onto the stage from the back, Jack followed closely behind. The bright sunlight hit his eyes, forcing him to shield them with his hand.

As Jack looked down from the stage, he saw millions of people gathered in the vast field—the same field he had seen earlier from the helicopter.

The whole field got silenced as the trembling old man entered the stage; he waved his hand, and everyone in the field stood up and gathered their hands together and bowed down.

Jack was stunned by the spectacle before him. He was certain that if Swami ordered them to kill someone, these people would obey without hesitation. Their eyes weren't ordinary—they were the eyes of devoted followers.

"Come sit with me." Swami gestured Jack to a seat near him, and as he seated himself on a chair, the whole crowd was buzzing because they had never seen a person on stage with Swami before.

Dev Swami took one mic from a priest who came in to deliver him the mic, and he also gave Jack a mic.

Jack was now sure this Swami had planned everything ahead of time; he was marvelling at how intricately Swami had planned everything.

"Lord Shiva be praised! Please, sit down. Today, we will talk about the human body, and who better to guide us than Dr. Jack Williams? He is not only a dear friend of mine but also the perfect person to answer all your questions. There's nothing impossible for him—he even developed a cure for disabled people, as we all know. We discussed his remarkable achievements yesterday, didn't we?" Dev Swami spoke in Hindi, a language Jack understood well, having learned it to watch movies with Samantha.

Jack was astonished at Swami, who had planned everything; Jack smilingly nodded that the millions of people were no joke.

Jack answered most of the questions as he didn't get stage frightened because of maybe the aura of the emperor, or he was too confident in his medical knowledge.

There were tons of doctors who asked him questions, as Swami has many, many devotees; even the Prime Minister was in the crowd.

Jack answered all of them, then It was lunchtime, and he took his leave from the crowd. As Jack took Swami backstage while holding his hands, the crowd was cheering for them.

"What was that, Swami Ji?" Jack asked; he got to respect the old man, as the old man could influence millions to come to his sessions.

"Nothing, just a small token of my appreciation. Take me to the inner chambers," Swami said. Jack looked confused, unsure of where that was. Noticing his hesitation, a young priest nodded at Jack and gestured for him to follow.

Jack took the old man to a very inner side; Jack was guessing that this chamber is in the mountains.

"Jack, do you know how old I am?" Swami asked.

Jack shook his head; he had no idea how old this old monster was who was 299 level.

"I am 180 years old this year, and I am a Ronin. Do you know what that means? The horseman I was under no longer wants me. He is a Japanese person. All my life I've served him to my utmost capabilities, but he doesn't want me anymore because I am too old," Swami sighed with sadness.

"Oh well!! Do you know what I want with you?" Swami asked as he was the only one talking in the soundproof chambers.

"I don't know what you want," Jack shook his head.

"I want you to make an elixir for me that can extend my life for 50 years." Is it possible? I want to play the game as a horseman now; I don't want to serve anyone anymore." Swami said smilingly, his smile was sinister.

"That's impossible, and you know that," Jack said smilingly.

"Do you fear I'll make you my lackey? Fear not. Just make me the king, and I will pave a way for you to become one," Swami said as he smiled creepily.

Jack was certain this old man was involved in World War I and II, and this man has killed people with his own hand.