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Vakash the Breadlord sat on his simple stone throne, in the large chamber cleverly hidden under the sandwich shop. In his hands, a sandwich. Quite possibly the most powerful the world would ever know. It had taken his sandwiches several months to perfect the blood-pickled trout sandwich. But they had tested it. It allowed a man to create bread. And Jams. And jellies. And butters, and anything that could be used for a sandwich. Unlimited power. Vakash threw his hearing into the shop above. He listened carefully for any disturbances. None. Simply commoners, buying common sandwiches. Most of them would never know a true sandwich. There was a reason Vakash called himself the Breadlord. He had bonded all eight basic sandwiches. He was the most powerful being that had existed since the Sandwich God died. And once he had bonded the blood-pickled trout sandwich, none could stop him. The Tolls of all of his bonds strengthened exponentially with every new sandwich, but with enough, the power provided strength to overcome them. Vakash ate the sandwich he held, practically shoving it down his throat. As he felt it settle in his stomach, he smiled. One week, a blood-pickled trout sandwich a day. And then none could stop him. Magic system: