The thoughts begin to cloud the judgement of the two new individuals. Not having faced such a scenario, they stood still in awe and amazement at their newfound power.
Anubis: Insolent brat. I did not choose you to win this because of you getting mind-numbed by this stupid flower. Do you have no self-respect to put yourself in such an embarrassing position?
As more and more time went on, Radal became even more amused at the reality of the entire situation. It had been after a long time that he was able to find subjects alive after speaking to their masters and also able to keep their tongue. Radal considered these subjects to be special to have been able to survive such a harsh and dangerous experiment. The only others that had seemed to survive the experiment were now nowhere to be found on his radar. Nothing could beat this sensation in his mind.
"You hear that, you stupid piece of work. I can finally get it done. Your work has finally paid off Raoul. Now, you can finally rest knowing that there will be more subjects who will indirectly work on your legacy. I am here for you, my friend." Radal exclaimed with great excitement. The serotonin that filled his mind left him in an elevated state. It was almost as if this person, was now, high.
WAY TOO HIGH.
Panting and sighing heavily and repeatedly, there was something wrong with all the three individuals inside the bubble.
Kore: Now you can leave. With my power residing within you as well as my guidance, you shall now witness the true power of a god. Someone who controls the elements of metaphysical space and someone capable of altering the very structural fabric of this universe.
This was all that Sakurai required to break through the shackles that restrained her. With a roar that could deafen anyone who was not a servant, and Gil was sent plummeting a few meters away from where they were tied up.
Sometimes I wonder. If there was truly something that made people act in this way.
Lust, Greed, an emotion that is incomprehensible to the regular god?
OR
Something only these creatures can experience thanks to their different state of living.
I wonder, what our god has planned for us. It is something truly of a heavenly magnitude, for it causes the death of even the most skilled people on this planet.
"This world is so tainted with its structure and everything. Nothing ever truly gets done. However, finding a way out of this mess would be the best course of action. At the end of the entire situation of this world, there will be only those few left who are left for the game of this entire world. Finding a way to break the meta-system present in this hellhole would be the best course of action. There will be no way to truly end the populous that already is suffering in the hands of the Gods of Fate, but there is truly nothing that we can do. Just keep working. Praying? That is the most absurd thing I have heard on this entire planet. Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed freaking world. I just wish that my plans go to fruition. This is now going to be my time to shine. Garellia, just wait and watch, for I am going to free this world from its metaphysical shackles." exclaimed with great excitement.
Radal was now coming to his senses. His happiness truly knew no bounds.
However, at the same time, I feel a nervous shiver down my spine. Almost as if everything was set up to be going against me. A mere puppet with no more role than you witness and state the events of the world. Nothing more than a sham of a god. The persona hides behind the formal kernel shell of an empty husk.
Sakurai screamed from within herself, as the powers of Kore began to overpower her. Having been freed from his shackles, Gil summoned his robes and his ship again, ready to go to battle once again.
An enraged Sakurai
A collected braindead Gil
and
A high Radal
All are present inside a reality bubble. A bubble that can burst and send them into the void at any time. Something extremely dangerous for anyone.
Let's just hope and see, that nothing happens that goes beyond the control of my narrative jurisdiction.
As we move outside the bubble, we can see the true extent that Nanami is going to be reaching to attain his own set of goals…
Goals?
Was not this story meant to be a story about the true nature of sacrifices?
What narration plot has this reached?
What truly is the concept of sacrifice?
Something that people lose to attain something better?
A Gamble?
Then what exactly is the goal that needs to be attained?
Something that can be truly attained?
Or just an empty goal?
Leave it to interpretation… for avians, monkeys, creatures of the void and even light bugs. Everything resides under one simple control of fate.
If fate were to dictate something.
You cannot run from it…
You cannot escape it…
Like destiny, it will always arrive…
Some choose to accept it…
Others deny it…
Some become partly demigods…
But only those who have sacrificed something, to understand the world…
Gain something truly from beyond the scope of horizons.
Such was the nature of this world.
Such was the truth of this world.
Something that was meant for higher beings
TOYS FOR GODS.
AN EXPERIMENT FOR THE BINARY BEINGS.
Something that no one with a simple mind can comprehend.
Everything that is meant to happen, will take place because the gods dictate for it to take place.
Then what about the sacrifice required...
To lose something that you have worked probably your entire life to attain.
Or sometimes a crucial function. All in hopes of attaining something better.
Most of the time, the dedication pays off.
But other times.
The brutal taste of defeat.
Such was the destiny of the second generation.
A generation with such rotting talent, that they ended up ending themselves.
A generation, with so much misinformation, that they ended up being hunted.
And then there is the third generation.
Brimming with useless talent.
But the cost of sacrifice?
That is left for the tale of the characters to tell.
Or for my narration to reach that situation.
I know for a fact, there will be consequences for the actions that these characters take. Consequences that are not in the hands of these people.
Fate itself is consumed by their gods. Destiny is completely rewritten by the Usurper Gods.
What exactly am I going to be narrating, is also completely up to them.
Radal thought about the simple consequences and looked into the sky. "I know the truth. I am coming. Just wait for me.", he chanted.
Gil's exhaustion finally came to him, as he was completely overpowered by the newly enraged and powered-up Sakurai, causing him to subsequently faint and have his body flung across the entire expanse of the bubble.
Her mind was completely consumed with one thought. The thought of successfully escaping that bubble. She did not care about Radal and wanted to hunt Gil for herself. She did not want anyone else to touch the body.
She darted towards Radal for another face-off, but with much more conviction in her motives this time.
Radal, in his state of high and reduced reaction times, was pulverized by the kick, sending him flying across the bubble. Quickly gaining his traction back on the battlefield, he used his daggers to carve a path on the bubble surface using the force that pushed him across.
Lunging at the action, we could see that a fierce battle had erupted between the two individuals.
Sparks flew and a fury of god-like energy released from the two individuals. Individuals who could speak with their gods. There's something satisfactory about seeing such powered-up individuals in this helpless state, as they are unable to do anything but fight amongst themselves, to showcase who is more powerful.
This was the result of the sacrifice that they had incurred upon themselves. This was the simple result of their true intentions given birth in the hands of the gods.
The planet was completely under the control of the heavenly figures that people call us gods. So many languages, and so many intelligent species, and they all believe in this one philosophy that there is some higher order that is managing the affairs of the manifestations on their planet.
This gives birth to the physical manifestations of those gods on this planet. After the Binary Usurpers took over the control, they used this planet as their experimental ground for checking how each species reacts to the upcoming news of the truth of the world, and how others on the same planet view their world, which seems to be a burning hellscape. Tendencies of these specie's resilience?
The motivations of the individuals?
Or
Pure stupidity of the experiment?
Is it even remotely humane?
Are there any words in any language to describe the sheer cruelty of the situation?
This was far beyond anything that I could have ever dreamt of.
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