The first thing he had to do was seek to out items of power that might be found, adding them to his arsenal.
Sure his initial thoughts about attaining further power had been centered around just going and siphoning off the energies off from the flocks of people like the pathetic droves of sheep they were, but he knew what that would do: mass panic, screaming, carnage, destruction, chaos... all good things, yes, all very good things. Unfortunately, that might bring forth another protector like he had been. Someone with power!
The one-winged angel was certain those with great strength and skill would come rushing to him to defend the poor huddled masses. Capturing and draining one would surely speed along his growth of power that much faster. In fact he had even considered targeting such individuals one at a time first and just taking whatever power they had. But the last thing HE wanted was for someone to stand up to him like he had done before some youma, and find himself defeated again.
Yes, Ranma knew he was stronger than he’d ever been before in his life, but he now understood that you couldn’t underestimate anyone because of the outer appearance they held. The whole beginning of his own personal trip through the eternal darkness had been because he’d been defeated by a piece of walking, talking, salt-water TAFFY!
So it was a calculated decision. If Ranma were to build up his energy, he would need to do it with items of considerable power. He knew there were many of them out there; he’d seen enough back in his days while under the delusion of being a martial artist and protecting the weak. He could either find such use from them for their intended purpose, or if they were pieces of junk for the most part, he could just take the power into himself.
After all, the flocks of sheep believed in safety in numbers and would raise alarm if some of their own were being caught for the slaughter as they ran away to what they felt was safety. If he played his cards right, no one would miss an item or two and he could move onto the next area. And then the next and the next...
Raising a gloved hand to his chin in thought, Ranma smiled cruelly before letting out a small, bitter laugh. Yes. Such a plan would do. As long as he raised no real alarms, he could build up his power for some time before striking when the time was right and attaining victory without much effort on his part.
Yes, it was a good plan.
But where to start?
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