"Please, great gods, I have worshiped you for so many years, what in the world has happened to us…."
"I have the most faith in you, please, I want you to return what you lost..."
"Majesty of the Gods, I am the first. My family was killed in front of me. I want you to take my rights and recover what was lost..."
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Asking, questioning, requesting, pleading, giving
Everyone raced and the screaming was still continuing in order to achieve their desires and obtain opportunities, and they did not care about their left or their right. At this moment, everyone followed the last straw of hope that was dropped from the top of the platform.
No one was able to handle the matters and discover the perpetrator. Psychological pressure was being put on them and their hearts' patience was being consumed to its limits.
Adding to the enormous pressure that was previously on them of despair and depression from grief and loss.
Everyone fell into the trap of the saving words of the sovereign regulators. !!
The Sovereign Organizers were familiar with the depths of the hearts of various beings, weak and strong, sane and forbidden.
Despair and hope are two aspects and dualities that reflect each other, and they end up coexisting with each other and completing their deficiency with the other.
Through this duality, they were able to impose the power of their words within them, and influence their stifling self by giving them a shot of light air.
The people below are in the depths of despair, without a choice and without a solution. Only that state of turmoil among them makes them feel a small sense of comfort.
Like some weight being lifted from them, it wasn't really because of the white colored words, but rather through: the way the place was presented, the pressure of the luminous atmosphere reflected, the rush of the crowd, the huge platform.....
Subconsciously, through the moment the silence that was pressuring them was broken, through the confusion of their minds, everyone chose to repeat what the first person who shouted did and took a step of illusion to escape the pressure.
They ended up believing in the words of the "gods" above them unconditionally.
They all shouted tirelessly to the top!!
In front of this sight below them, the five organizers nodded in agreement among themselves. They shared one opinion among the beings bounded by time.
The Purple Sovereign Organizer in the middle raised his finger radiating with holy light. This appeared like a flame from a far place above them, causing everyone to swallow their saliva in silence for a moment. It seemed to them like the sun whose light they were accustomed to ignoring.
After completing his words, he removed the organizer. The purple Sovereign placed the cover on the image of the white door - the loophole - and changed its position slightly towards the side, pointing with his finger recklessly towards the door. ,
What baseless talk!! .
It was at this moment that the Purple Sovereign Organizer was giving a speech of positive motivation. He could already sense the darkness in the hearts of the beings below him. It was to be expected that they had sacrificed half the planet to summon them.
All the people below them were shining through their lofty vision with a different light within each person, distinguishing one from the other as distinct as a lighthouse.
This had already made them initially notice a slight advance over the mother ruler. Existence was a circle that circled around the center and derived its continuation from it.
She was the supreme ruler, he was the sovereign organizer, so Iran could dig holes in the circle and escape while being misled by their copies.
The organizers who were freed from the clutches of the control of the Supreme Ruler had no second chance to influence the universe with their own will and by themselves. The moment their existential energy leaked, they would be suppressed and brainwashed until they became pure again.
Their formula is being reshaped as robots, and this is what they have come to despise most!!
They had no choice but to intervene in external ways to start their possible coup, and they copied the method of dominance of the Semitic ruler. Wanting to implement this ideal they needed to recruit pieces, and the ridiculous creatures before them were those pieces!
For this reason, they created an evil strategy to attract them from this remote and distant dimension.!!
By sacrificing other souls for the sake of the chosen and integrating them through the movement of their energy as coverings.
Its goal is to protect the souls of the chosen. To sacrifice in order to move them without destroying their connection to life, the souls of finite beings were deliberately fragile between life and death.
After hearing the gods speaking above them, the silent crowd became confused again, even if they were in an unsteady state, they were able to understand the gods' words.
"M-What is this? Does His Majesty the Gods say that there are conditions for opportunities?" shouted from the crowd, a tall young man with a frustrated look. His family had left him due to various accidents in the previous world a short while ago. After the weather became turbulent with rain, he stayed inside a store that was full of people, and then a disaster struck and he lost his life. His awareness.
He had been watching from the beginning and could understand what the gods above him might mean.
In order to answer this question, the torch was pointed around the roof of the platform, illuminating the place.
Suddenly an escalator of stairs at the front side began to take shape downwards, the stairs extending through dozens of metres.
The crowd of people moved fearfully in front of the huge shadow of the elevator above them, allowing him his own space. Everyone felt confusion as well as some understanding, now their slightly stagnant feelings were now moving better than before.
"What a huge staircase, and also every step...m-how huge," a middle-aged man spoke miraculously, in a black suit that was clearly extravagant.
"Oh, it doesn't make sense, do we have to climb this thing?" shouted an old man, his eyes pulsing with the vicissitudes of life, upwards. His tone was no longer as polite as before.
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In front of everyone's confusion, flames intensified . ...
The flame of light intensified, and the purple heavenly organizer explained to them through it, , The flame from which the speech was transmitted suddenly went out, as if he had finished his speech.
The Sovereign Organizer was about to tell them the cause of their tragedy, but suddenly the light and sound were cut off, and the place remained in lifeless silence. Only the light of the white door above could give them a little bit of limited light of hope.
Everyone tensed around the place. Everyone had already forgotten their position again and their gaze remained on the place where the sound had disappeared without moving or even a single eyelid.
'Oh my God, it hasn't even been said... what caused this...' Everyone thought the same thing desperately in that silent moment. Among them was also Ayumu on the sidelines who had just discovered that they were not the only ones who had been taken away. to here .
After everyone's excitement, she dragged her brother to an empty space. There were no signs of him waking up yet, but after regaining her senses, she was able to know that he was at least alive at last, and she released some of her focus on the words of the gods.
She turned her gaze towards the light of the huge white door on the side, 'By analyzing the words of the gods, there are only five opportunities in total that can be achieved, and there are also those mysterious conditions. After understanding what these two points have in common, the door is the place of the conditions for realizing opportunities. "A little more accurately, Ayumu took in the situation. He was among the stoic group who had not seen any suffering or tragedy in front of them because of the transfer. She integrated the sighs of the tall young man on the side, and was able to understand the situation.
However, as Ayumu turned her gaze back to the person's head on the knees, a little light from the door from above was reflected through the gaps on Ryouta's face, and he looked more fragile than before.
My haven to do, Ali, I have to move forward to climb, Ayumu put one hand around Ryota's head and put the other hand around his back and tried to carry him on her shoulders. Ayumu felt her brother's body become lighter and her gaze became sad and deep, 'How can I forget? Of course my big brother won't be able to wake up after what happened and what we went through.' Ayumu thought and felt a little more comfortable. It was better for her brother not to wake up and choose this confusing situation.
Ayumu raised her head after a few steps and saw the huge crowd gathered in front of her in the shape of a triangle trying to climb. They also clearly understood the meaning behind the gods' words and began climbing to reach the door at the top.
Dos
"Huh." Ayumu lowered her gaze to her foot. It felt as if she had dieted on something soft like grass. She raised her foot and looked, "H-this, the hell how m-." Mucus from the brain was crushed into pieces along with the shell of the bones of the head. The yellow liquid substance mixed with the blood, creating a hideous sight that would make a human being vomit for thirty days every time he remembered this scene.
Immediately, Ayumu's facial expression changed painfully. Her hands were holding her brother in order to prevent him from falling. The smell was already rotting and stagnant.
"Ahhh," Ayumu screamed inwardly and moved evasively, dropping her school shoes instinctively and taking several steps forward.
Ah, ah, ah, Ayumu arrived in front of the crowd. She looked at the second step, where half the huge crowd had reached, and only another half remained in front of her.
At this moment, while standing silently, several layers of the soul within Ayumu suddenly began to break.
The human race has comprehensive limits. They cannot follow two paths throughout life, nor can they always remember different things.
Seeing the changes taking place in everyone's brutal actions at this moment made Ayumu feel insecure and confident. Many desolate feelings stirred within her eyes at this moment. She felt heavy from the situation and her palms began to tremble. She tightened the palms of her hands on the fragile body above her.
She lived among society, and the state of her personality was shaped by it, the edges that still emerge were pressed and chiseled by individuals beyond the control of society.
By imposing different living requirements on them.
The transition from oppressive despair towards the desire for hope made them break the chains of restrictions, and indeed they felt comfortable and competitive among themselves on the elevator!; .
They did not care who was weak, even their actions in these moments were involuntarily numb.
'Ah ah ah, a-they're monsters, k-how am I going to get up,' Ayumu gasped and I watched as the crazy and selfish expressions on everyone's faces changed several times.
"No, I have to try, I don't want such an end and the guilt still hurts me," Ayumu pulled her brother's body with determination, and watched her steps a little while focusing on progress. She didn't want to step on something terrible again.
Facing the weight on her back and the pressure on her heart, Ayumu determinedly lowered her head into the crowd. !!