How many?
How many people had knelt before him against his will? He still couldn't comprehend why they did it.
Was it because it was revealed that he'd been alive for thousands of years? But he doesn't even remember any of that—for him, he was just a lab rat.
Was it because it was revealed that he had pre-Game abilities, and that he couldn't die? But there were far more special people than him now.
Or perhaps it was because he tried his best to save people? But countless others were saving far more lives—why didn't they praise them instead?
Regardless of all that, it didn't matter. The people kneeling to him right now were strangers he'd never met before. They shouldn't know him at all.
And yet, here was their King, on his knees before him. The only natural course of action was for his people to follow—and they did.
Once again, like dominoes falling, they all kneeled, a mass of scared and confused subjects bowing to a complete stranger.
To him whom they don't even know.
