My Free Will System: Transmigrating Into My Favorite Immersion Game

"Come with us, or the boy dies," a feminine voice declared from the shadows.

Elias' first instinct was to fight, to defend himself and the boy. His muscles tensed, ready to spring into action. But then he saw the boy's face, pale and terrified, eyes wide with fear.

Taking a deep breath, Elias slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright," he said, his voice steady. "I'll go with you. Just don't harm the boy."

The feminine voice, calm and authoritative, responded, "Wise choice." The massive figure released his grip slightly, allowing the boy to breathe more freely but still keeping him restrained.

He knew that to comply was his best option…for now. Not only would it ensure the boy's safety, but it was also an opportunity for him to observe the group closely. He was particularly interested in the scar-faced leader.

The group guided Elias and the boy down a narrow staircase to the basement of the fortified building. The air grew cooler and more oppressive with each step, the flickering torchlight casting elongated shadows that danced on the stone walls.

As they descended, the low murmur of voices became clearer. At the bottom of the stairs, they emerged into a large underground chamber filled with people. The same group Elias had observed through the hidden hole in the floor now stood gathered around a central podium, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of torches mounted on the walls.

In the center of the podium, the scarred leader stood, his presence as commanding as ever. His eyes locked onto Elias and the boy the moment they appeared.

"Bring them to me," he ordered, his voice echoing through the chamber.

At his command, the crowd parted, creating a clear pathway to the podium. The air was thick with anticipation as Elias and the boy were led forward, the eyes of the gathered flares following their every move, but Elias kept his expression neutral.

As they reached the foot of the podium, the scarred leader descended a few steps to meet them. His gaze lingered on Elias, a mixture of curiosity and appraisal in his eyes. It was then that Elias got a better look at him.

The man had strong and angular facial features, his eyes were dark and intense bearing a heavy gaze and of course, his most noticeable feature was the prominent scar that traced horizontally from cheek to cheek. His jet black neck-length tousled hair was tied back in a short ponytail and overall, he looked like a man who had experienced life from a bad side.

The scarred leader, now standing close to Elias, regarded him with a scrutinizing gaze. "Which house are you from?" he asked, his voice resonating with authority. "I haven't seen you around before."

Elias held his ground, his voice steady. "I'm not a noble," he said plainly.

Elias nodded toward the boy, who was still being held tightly by the bulky figure. "The boy brought me here, I won't deny but he doesn't know anything about you. Release him. If there's anyone you need to hold captive, it's me."

'I need the boy to be safe first, I'll let them think I'm powerless and if worse comes to worse, then I can just break out of here. Fighting over three dozen flares at once would be a suicide mission' Elias mused

The scarred man squatted to his knees, bringing himself level with Elias. His intense gaze bore into Elias's eyes, scrutinizing his expression. "We were waiting for the boy," he said slowly, his voice laced with suspicion. "We thought he was a spy of the king."

Elias looked up and met the man's gaze "The boy is not a spy," he said firmly. "He's just a petty pickpocket. He took my coin pouch, and that's how I found him."

The scar-faced man studied Elias for a moment, then glanced at the boy, who stood trembling beside them. "A pickpocket, you say?" he mused, skepticism evident in his tone. "And you expect me to believe that?"

"I do," Elias replied. "He's a street urchin, nothing more. If he were a spy, he wouldn't be risking his life over a few coins."

The scarred leader's face remained unreadable, his eyes flicking back to the boy. "I can't afford to take chances," he said quietly, almost to himself. "There is too much at stake."

Elias took a deep breath, his voice steady as he spoke. "Free the boy and hold onto me. If he turns out to be a spy, then you can kill me on the spot."

The scarred leader's eyes narrowed, his expression thoughtful as he weighed Elias's proposal. The crowd murmured, the tension in the room palpable. After what felt like an eternity, the leader nodded slowly.

"Very well," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his decision. "We will do as you suggest. If the boy betrays us, your life will be forfeit."

He turned to the bulky man, who still held the boy in his iron grip. "Release him."

The man hesitated for a moment, then slowly let the boy go. The boy stumbled forward, his eyes wide with relief and confusion. He looked up at Elias, who gave him a reassuring nod.

"Thank you," the boy whispered, his voice trembling as he was escorted out

Elias made sure the boy had left the room, he didn't want him to hear anything that might incriminate him, then he turned to the scarred leader, "What is the purpose of this gathering?" he asked.

The leader's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "You say you're not a spy," he replied, "but you're asking spy questions."

Elias took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "I'm here to help the Flares," he said, his voice earnest. "I'm not satisfied with the way things are in Eldoria regarding their situation. They deserve better."

The leader's gaze hardened. "It's none of your business," he said coldly, "since you aren't a Flare. But seeing as you won't survive the night, I might as well tell you."

The leader continued, his voice echoing in the cavernous chamber. "We gather here to plan our resistance, to overthrow the oppressive regime that enslaves our kind. The nobles of Eldoria treat us like animals, forcing us to wear these collars and stripping us of our freedom."

He paused, scanning the room, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and resolve. "We aim to change that. We seek to free the Flares, to remove the collars that bind us, and to ensure that no one else suffers under the chains of the Eldorian aristocracy."

Elias nodded slowly, "I see," he said quietly. "And how do you plan to achieve this?"

The scarred leader fixed Elias with a piercing gaze, his voice unwavering. "Our plan is to rebel and free all the Flares in Eldoria," he declared. "Our goal is nothing less than absolute freedom. But that goal cannot be attained until King Alaric is dead and gone, and a new king sits on the throne—one who has the best interests of the Flares in mind."

Elias frowned, shaking his head. "Your plan is flawed," he said, his tone firm. "Even if you kill King Alaric, the next in line will step up. The cycle will continue, making life even worse for the flares and you'll be seen as nothing more than a usurper."

The leader's eyes narrowed. "That's why I'll keep killing kings," he replied coldly. "One by one, until there's no one left to rule but me…Carius "

'Carius…that's a new name'

"Do you realize what you're proposing?" he asked, incredulous. "The bloodshed, the chaos—it will never end. You'll be no different from the tyrants you seek to overthrow, if not worse"

The leader's expression hardened. "Sometimes, to build a new order, the old one must be torn down completely. We will be ruthless if we must, for the freedom of the Flares is worth any price."

Elias stared at him, his mind racing. He understood the leader's passion and desperation, but the path he proposed was one of unending violence and destruction. "There has to be another way," Elias said quietly. "A way that doesn't involve endless killing."

The leader shook his head. "Idealism is a luxury we cannot afford," he said. "The nobles and their kin have oppressed us for too long. They will never willingly relinquish their power. If we show mercy, we will only invite more suffering."

Elias shook his head, his voice filled with concern. "Your plan will cost countless lives," he said. "There has to be a better way. We can't achieve freedom through endless bloodshed."

Carius' expression remained stern. "There isn't a better way," he insisted. "The nobles will not yield their power without a fight. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good."

Just then, a woman stepped out from the shadows, her movements confident and deliberate. As she spoke, Elias immediately recognized her voice as the one he had heard earlier, the voice that had threatened the boy.

"There is a better way," she said, her tone calm but firm.