Three people sat on their respective chairs that surrounds a square table. The face of the sole female of the group, a young girl, twisted to an expression of pure disgust.
"Do you actually think making sweet snacks to taste bitter is funny? This makes me puke!" The girl's expressed her disgust as she push back the dish that she just took a bite of, a dish of a chocolate cake.
But don't be fooled by the cake's appearance, it's all but a cake. It's broccoli and spinach with food colouring.
The brunette man with the apron simply let out a huff of laugh at her reaction. "Hah! When you make a face like that, of course it's fun! It's your fault in getting fooled, Maya."
That only seems to irritate the girl, now named Maya, even further.
"Tch. Tell me about that when you want me to become a taste tester for your disgusting attempt to make edible food next time!" She slapped the poor table as an expression of annoyance.
The last guy, a dark haired man only continued to eat the dish silently, not saying a word in the hopes of not getting drag into their argument.
"Alistair, support me! Say to Anderson that this dish should not exist!" But that hope was promptly thrown out the window.
Alistair took a bite of the brown slice before putting it back to the table. His face remains blank, even with contradictory sweet cake and it's bitter taste.
"Food is food. We should not try to dictate it's existence, eat what is on our plate. You should also eat this as you always eat sweet foods almost at all times." Alistair simply said what he needs to say.
"Come on! At least support me!" Came Maya's defeat.
"Two against one. I win." Came Anderson's victory. His index and middle finger to form a victory sign.
"Argh. Damn you! Sweet foods are the only thing that should exist in this world!"
Alistair can only shake his head at her statement.
Anderson's face of amusement turned to a lecturing face. "You should at least pair it with heal-" Anderson's words got cut of when a phonecall came.
"Ah!" Maya's swiftly took out her ringing phone and glanced at it to see who called.
"Oh. Gotta take this real quick." She stood up and ran out of the room to quickly take the call and to escape the damnable dish that goes against her sweet tooth.
Anderson's head shook at her blatantly obvious escape from her vegetables.
The room now remain with two people inside it.
"So, how do you rate it?" Anderson turned to Alistair to get a rating of the dish he gave to.
Thing is, Alistair's dish was in fact an actual chocolate cake. Anderson in his free time practice in cooking as a hobby to make sweets to give to Maya, his sister. But with Maya's continues intake of sugar made him worried him, so he gave her the dish of vegetables in disguise of a chocolate cake to give her the vitamins she needed.
Alistair took a small time to assess the taste before giving his rating. "...Seven out of ten. It has too much sugar."
"Hm." Anderson nods his head at the rating he was given. His mind working to make the cake better.
The room lays silent as Anderson is working in his mind and Alistair sitting, left with his mind.
"... Anderson." Alistair called out to his friend.
"Hm?" Anderson lift his head to look at Alistair when he heard his call.
Alistair's face was the same look of neutrality. But this time, his eyes seem to have darken slightly.
"...Love is a blessing. It's beautiful to the point of obsession. It drags us closer and when it disappears, it left us with an empty heart." Alistair spoke. His face stared to the cake that was half eaten.
Anderson's face turned to a look of confusion
"We turned to hatred to fill that gap. It's poison turn us to a machine to search for the reason of love's destruction. But that object of hate has already faded like the icon of your love. It, too, left."
And Anderson's face now turned to a frown.
"What do we have left? Nothing. And it enlightens you. Now, you finally see every virtue of every activity, but you also see the sins of every action." Alistair continued, his voice seems to echo in the room that contains the two of them. The sound making a reverb to come back to their ears to make his words clearer in the other person's mind.
"But this world only has the majority of it in the latter. Everyone is ignorant of their actions that does not care for the consequences that affect others, harming them... Like Angela..."
That name seemed to bring pain to the expression of Alistair. Seemingly in muscle memory, he rubbed the ring in his finger.
"Do you think we can change the world?"
"Bro, We're at the dining table. What's with the philosophy?"
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A swept of an angered hand released a bottle of expensive wine to the floor next to a spooked man.
"What do you mean those infected disappeared?!"
A burly man's angered screech directed at an innocent subordinate made the poor guy shrink in anxiousness of being fired from his job and fear of getting sucker punch by the big angry man.
"S-Sir, the infected that was released in the mall in Raccoon City suddenly disappeared! T-They just disappeared! The other agents said similar scenes happening in other parts of the city too!"
The lackey started with a small voice that slowly raised, seemingly trying to try and make the man behind the desk understand his excuse.
"Then where the hell are those other's?!" The superior's voice seems to punch the guy with the face the lackey is making.
The lvl.1 Grunt's voice once again lowered by the question of lvl.99 Big Dik Boss.
"T-They're taken a leave and l-left to go home and some to the medical ward, sir. They've suddenly turned incredibly sick when we arrived back..." Sweat continues to fills his head as he speaks.
The grunt might have been impressed by his teammates by their quick thinking of finding an excuse to not be face to face with this gorilla of a man if not for the more bigger anger of being the scapegoat.
Only if the grunt knew they were truly, actually sick.
A sigh left from mouth of the big guy, falling to his chair that sounded a creek by the weight of his too big of a muscle.
"Sigh... Fine, continue observing, we still have those infected in the sewers. Release them on the designated time. That mad scientist is still having his fun on his research, we still have his constant stream of the serums. Remember, cause as much chaos as possible. We want the Umbrella panic and exposed."
The superior waved his hand at the nervous grunt, letting him out of the office.
"Oh, and I'm cutting your's and everyone else's budgets by 25%" The superior gave his last comment before letting the grunt leave.
"Fuuuck..."
Mr. No-Named-Grunt cursed as he finally broke of the pressure he has felt on his shoulder. Only to realize that the 25% budget cut will inevitably get worse from this slip-up, resulting to lower salary. A salary being cut lower?! In this economy?! I'm still saving for that new character skin that came out next week! Payday is still a week away!!!
"Fuuuck...!"
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In the busy street of Raccoon city, the busy street of the very next day were as bright as any other. The people of the city walking on their legs and driving on their car, doing their businesses as usual as any other day, completely unaware of how close they were to visiting God.
And the oh so glorious chocolate addict is shopping their grocery like they aren't on a mission to commit unaliving to an unsuspecting someone.
The chime of a bell sounded inside the shop, a notification for the depressed 9:5 worker behind the cash register that someone has entered.
"Welcome." The worker simply said the same words that he always says, like the other buyers in the shop.
Caelum simply hummed back in response. Walking directly to the rows of bread the shop sells.
No croissants (Quasooo!) here? Shame. Caelum was unhappy at this information.
Skimming the rows of bread, ignoring the other customers in his search for the legendary croissant that only left him disappointed of it not being here so, thus he must buy a different bread as substitute.
But as his eyes pass through different breads, his mind is at another subject.
[Immutable: So, what you meant when the world is being killed by those that are reincarnated, transmigrators, or "Invaders" you dubbed them. Those that are not "Made" by the world that is being currently inhabited, resulting in that person making a distortion and instability of the so called "pre-determined" fate of the world. That instability results in the world's pre-determined fate disappearing and creating a void that is entropic. And that said void expand each time the invader does something, even doing something little only causes that void to expand more.] Caelum repeated what the moderators typed in the chat. He repeated what they explained so that he could understand better.
[Moderator A: Yep] A confirmed.
[Moderator B: Yes] B confirmed.
Caelum decided to buy Hawaiian rolls. He's feeling very "How way in" today... Ah, the results of me being left with my thoughts - disgustingly bad jokes, can possibly called as malicious tomfoolery at how brain dead this joke is... Why the hell am I still typing here-
Going to the cashier, he pointed to the bread he decided to buy. Caelum continued on the chat as he waits as the worker proceeded to get his order.
[Immutable: And that empty fate, now entropic, can attract "Beings beyond the Boundary", that are naturally destructive and similarly entropic in nature, making the world disappear or die just by them being inside or "near" that world. This "Beings beyond the Boundary" are essentially outer gods.]
[Moderator A: No, not Outer Gods, Other Gods.] A corrected.
[Moderator B: "Other" Gods. Outer Gods is a term for something different.] B explained it better.
[Immutable: These "Other Gods" essentially siphons the existential energy, the basis for the world to exist, as meals, even when they don't need to, which makes the world get killed. And eating worlds are bad because this creates something called a "dead world", a world without existential energy.]
[Moderator B: Yes. Dead worlds tends to form when that world's apocalypse happen. This dead world just simply need to "restart" for them to live again, like reincarnation. But dead worlds that are killed by those Other Gods cannot restart. Sometimes, those dead worlds explodes, scattering their people and inhabitants to other worlds.]
The sad 9:5 worker came back with Caelum's order. Caelum handed the money to cashier and left the store, heading next to the public park to eat this Hawaiian rolls.
[Immutable: But those people becomes Invaders, because their world became a dead world and having their existential energy eaten made them a walking void. But those people can be filled by the new world they got landed on, the world giving them existential energy as the world's own is more than enough to accommodate those immigrants. But there are some people that has bigger fates or main characters that has bigger fate than other people's. This person might have bigger reservoirs, sometimes having their existential energy being corrupted by the Other God's own, becoming poison for that world they're in.]
[Moderator A: Those people are the people that you are sent to kill.]
Finding a bench inside the park to sit on, Caelum's eyes closed to focus more, after he put the bread inside his mouth.
A flash of a question sparked in Caelum's head.
[Immutable: I have a question in my mind.]
[Moderator B: What is it?] Inquired B.
[Immutable: If those people that has a whiff of Other God's energy in them, what happens after I kill them? I'm sure I have nothing of abilities that can erase that energy that can kill a world.]
[Moderator B: That energy is purified and absorb by the world. The existential energy that was eaten by those Gods are corrupted and changed to the energy of similar frequency of that Other God's signature. And those people that died who are infected by that energy will be purified by the world and separate the bad energy and good energy. The good energy goes to the world and the bad one will be thrown back to the place called the "Void".]
[Immutable: So, I simply have to kill that infected person and let the world do the rest. Why can't the world do that killing?]
Caelum leaned his back to the bench. If the world can purify a world erasing energy, why can't it just throw a small meteor or have a building fall on them? The previous world had a sign fall to them, then why am I still needed if they can do that? Caelum's lazy side of his brain that doesn't want to do work thought that.
Well, Caelum has already made guesses, but he is still curious on the truth of how someone with a supposedly cthulhu like energy to fuck around with the normality of the world can get offed by a steel sign.
Caelum took a bite of the Hawaiian bread.
Damn this shit's good.
[Moderator B: The world has a foundation that it is based around. A romance world has romance, an action world has actions, an explicit world has questionable taste. Different worlds are different, the fates they have has differ from another. The person that was infected warped that person's fate and made the once full fate turn to chaotic mess, making it a void of jumbled mess that is slowly being erased, erasing their fate and as a byproduct, their surroundings as well.]
[Moderator A: The guy's fate is the first to be erased and slowly, his life. The world can't directly control that person's fate, because it's "will" will be infected directly. The world doesn't have complete control of their world, except some, and the person fucking everything will completely mess that world's fate. But the destiny of things does not get infected instantly, so when the world get invaded, some stuff are left untouched, their fate still is the same before the world get it's inter-dimensional visitor.]
[Moderator B: The previous world's sign has the destiny to fall because of it's rust. And the infected was their at the time where the sign fell. Although the person infected has their existence jumbled to the chaotic mess, it doesn't affect luck. The guy was just unlucky.]
That got an amused exhale from Caelum. The guy who survived an Other God and is a inter-dimensional menace died because his unlucky.
[Immutable: If that Other God energy can affect concepts like fate and some, why can't it affect luck?]
[Moderator A: Luck is more than a concept]
[Immutable: ...How so?]
[Moderator B: We can't tell you that.]
Eating the last piece of bread, Caelum's full attention, that was focused on the Hawaiian bread, now came back to the screen Infront of him.
Although he has recently got acquainted with this moderators of this chat, he still noticed the strangeness of that reply.
With the numerous questions he had thrown and the replies he received, every questions which can tilt the norm of anyone's perspective of the world was answered, even if some are not told clearly as some and some not the full truth. This one was the only thing they did not like to disclosed.
Probably something personal? Absolutely not. Because of the way on how they told him, it's something confidential.
...So luck is not something of an idea or concept then, maybe a natural law of the universe then?
He could insist on asking, but that'll be outside his paycheck. He doesn't want them to make him dead, yet.
Even then, he doubt that they'll say anything.
[Immutable: M'kay. Fair enough. So I can get through worlds by just doing nothing then?]
[Moderator B: The person that died is not something that will always happen, that is the reason we have this group chat and those system user's. To directly or indirectly have those invaders die.]
[Immutable: I see. So, is there anything more that I should know?]
[Moderator A: Well, that all we have to tell you today. I guess? Is that all B?] He turned the question to B.
[Moderator B: There is an update to the group chat soon. Some renames and price change in the shop.]
[Immutable: Discount?] Caelum hoped.
[Moderator A: Nah. The majority will have their prices will get higher and some might get lower. But majority is 90%. Get robbed lol.] But it was crushed.
[Immutable: Y-You can't do this to me! My money that I saved up will be eaten! Nooo!] Caelum despaired.
[Moderator B: It will mostly be a rise in the thousand range, don't be too down.] B tried to calm the guy.
[Immutable: Nyooo!] B was ignored.
[Moderator A: Muahahaha!] B was ignored.