greater than what is already due to us . The growth of our population and the unprecedented boom in our industry allows us to claim we deserve more. Our merchants are the most proficient in space, in short, the entire immense vitality of the people of Musala has woven us into the economy and politics of the universe we should take our toll: The place in the sun !!! Our and only our people should have the power of space !!! We are entitled to this place !!! "


Even then, after his speech, which met with a great deal of approval among the Muska, he gained a large majority of supporters. Although the king was still loyal to his office, he no longer had the power to thwart Schatza's endeavors.Five years after Schatza's first address, he was elected head of state because he had promised the people to enforce a state that had a government that had been elected by the people. That had put even the last doubts in the sand. You felt like a united people, without any conflicts within. The Muska swore loyalty and devotion to their new leader in all situations until their death. An excerpt from his inaugural speech looked like this: "Today I got up and suddenly I realized something: Not only the planet Musala is a gift, but rather its inhabitants, who are proud and unbreakable in their authority. My choice to be the head of this state you deserve it, not mine. They wanted someone who leads them to blossom and now they have recognized and chosen him. You are not my servants, I am yours who will regulate things for you, how they must be regulated will help my people, whom I love above all, to greatness, but you are the winner of this election because voices do not lie and you gave your vote for the right person.All my life I will strive for what is yours for you. You are the most powerful, best, and exemplary people in the universe. You made your decision carefully and now see how your efforts are bearing fruit. "


Fanatic applause broke out after this speech and everyone who harbored the smallest doubt about the new one forgot him in the intoxication of the moment. One was carried away, was convinced that from today everything would only get better. One mistake was that the people began to believe that they were Almighty, and Schatza reinforced that belief with every fiber of their existence. After the speech, the Muska who had appeared for the celebrations gathered in Triumph Square, a huge courtyard that had been built in honor of the victory against Husal many, many thousands of years ago. A ceremonial sacrifice took place there, as it has always been customary in the religion of the people. So every month their god of damnation was worshiped in the hope that he would spare them from his calamities.It was still dark in the capital, Kysila, as the election traditionally took place at 5:00 in the morning. Gray, almost black clouds hung over the temple that adorned the large square. The sacrifice in honor of the Cynocephalus was supposed to take place there. Today, at the end of the year in the sixth ritual month, Cynocephalen Ixiptla, a young prisoner, is sacrificed. He was allowed to live a luxurious life for a year, and then to approve of the god of evil and darkness through his heart. The people were already gathering in the square in front of the temple. They wear splendid robes, tunics, wide, hand-woven trousers and sandals. Everything in the color white to cream-colored. Long tables, richly set with bowls full of strange fruits, corn bread, and roasted meat bordered the spacious courtyard to the east. Then suddenly it fell silent, the crowd that had been holding hearty and lively conversations a few seconds ago fell silent. The high priestess appeared in the square in a long robe.She wore a feathered headdress set with gold and precious stones. In front of her chest she held a mirror, which is also set in gold and silver. It is the obsidian mirror of the cynocephalic. The Ixiptla followed her with a fan and arrows that it held crossed in front of its chest. Behind them came the temple servants with torches. They climbed the long flight of stairs. The stone steps were decorated with precious mosaic. Statues of giant snakes and animals that resembled a frog in green and orange flank the stairs. The heads of previous victims were lined up on stakes along the sides. They stopped at a large round stone, the slaughter block. The young man took a seat on the stone throne decorated with mosaics below a large platform with a pillar on it. The crowd formed a corridor that leads to the temple steps. And the high priestess stands next to the altar stone and looks to the east, holding the sacrificial knife in the direction of the rising sun.Four men waited behind the stone. Now the priestess lifts the mirror over her head and suddenly a thread of blue-gray smoke rose from the glass. This expanded into a cloud that hovered over the stone pillar. The smoke swirled around the monolith and enveloped the stone in a shimmering blue-black snail shell. Now the silence was deeper, stifling even the faint whispers of breaths. The Muska watched the temple where the cloud of smoke settled and slowly took shape. She was human in body, but the head was that of a wolf. Guards dragged prisoners below the temple who were also to die as victims. One woman cried and one tried in vain to free herself. Others kept their heads down and said nothing. One of the guards blew some Yauhtli powder on the struggling woman's face. The drug worked immediately, the woman slumped and was dragged on by the men.The prisoners were brought one by one up onto the sacrificial stone, slashed in the neck and left to bleed to death. The crowd that seemed to be under hypnosis sang and prayed to their god of darkness. But the highlight of the ceremony was the sacrifice of Cynocephalen Ixiptla. He voluntarily let the guards tie his hands and feet to the already blood-red stone. The high priestess raised the flint knife and thrust it straight into his chest. Then she pulled it down and out again. Blood oozed from the wound and ran down the steps. The sky turned red. A puddle gathered at the priestess's feet and swelled into a thick lake. Then she raised her arm and ripped the heart out of his body with her bare hands. While the heart is still pulsing, she feeds it to the cynocephalic, who gobbled it down greedily. Meanwhile, Schatza sat in his place of honor and watched the spectacle with a slightly disgusted, but also spellbound, look.He knew very well that the people he belonged to were far from ready for the test he was going to pose, but if he arranged it skillfully, he would be successful. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Yes, it really was going to be an easy game for him. Mainly because his planet, as he quietly called it, had enough technology to carry out everything he wanted. Although the army was around 4,000. 000 men decreed no serious threat to other planets, but Musala possessed something that every ruler and every people in the universe feared. This weapon was called the bonaras bomb and was the most powerful weapon of mass destruction ever created. Tests had been conducted on remote and uninhabited planets and only one-tenth the size of a real bonaras bomb. The result was overwhelming and cruel at the same time. It wasn't like that it left any damage to the planet, no, it wasn't like that at all, because after the first and only test there was no more planet at this point.It was gone, vanished into thin air, only small dust particles remained. Since then, no more attempts had been made, because the former king concluded a treaty with the other rulers of the solar system in which, among other things, the use of weapons of mass destruction was forbidden from now on, even if only for scientific purposes. However, 3 bullets were still stored in the armories of Musala. There was also a device that looked like a computer like a toaster. It was called the Doureaticator. Nobody knew where this name came from, one did not know its meaning and it was also a mystery who had created it. Its function has remained a secret to this day, but it was there.


However, Schatza's interests were in no way connected with the machine. What he wanted was power. And that is what he has been striving for since his first day as head of the planet, no, since his youth. Whoever got to know him better would soon find out how mad he was and how crazy he was about the idea of ​​having power over the universe.He was very proud and liked to be admired from all sides. What he could not stand to death was when someone did not dance to his tune. It had never been a problem with the people of Musala, because they knew the steps and the melody, but the people of Rontesle brought their own tone into their lives. As long as they were only trading, it was a situation for Schatza that he considered acceptable. But he soon noticed that the dealers were letting their contracts expire and refusing to sign new ones for the future. No, on the contrary, most of them even left completely and did not come back as usual. It didn't take Schatza long to find a reason that would also please him: “You were afraid!” And he also recognized the origin of this fear. The king of Rontesle had been attacked by the fear that the events that had befallen the planet Husal would repeat themselves. The longer Schatza thought about it, the more he liked the idea.He was also angry with the Rotulas because without trading with them, the economy would crack and he could justify a war. The day zero came and Schatza stepped in front of his people, who, like every time, cheered and celebrated him. He said: "My people! The King of Rontesle has left us in the lurch. Without warning they have terminated our trade and thus also our friendship. The development of the monarchy of this lower planet without decency is a threat, if not a great danger us. We cannot and must not put up with this