World Peace II

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Chapter 41: World Peace II

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So Umbrella started doing just that but without using nukes this time as they have another source of unlimited energy, the Silver Effect.

Something is strange. Something is very strange, the ground of uninvited visitors noticed. No, the entire World noticed.

The Zombies have mostly vanished, and even those that still wander the World have seemingly lost their desire for flesh... Doomsday was ending? Many wondered.

However, some noticed the eyes in the dark. Occasionally, they can see them, hidden but watching, always watching.

It happened so suddenly and for no known reason. The Zombies that once brought fear to even the strongest of awakeners disappeared or simply lost interest in human flesh.

"It's a conspiracy!! It's a conspiracy, I tell you!" Some yelled with trembling lips, "They're drawing us out!!"

"Zombies are brainless," Some argued, "How can they have conspiracies in mind?"

"That's what they want us to think!! I tell you, the Illuminati is there! It must be controlling the Zombies! Yes! It must be so! They've brought Doomsday upon us to control the World I tell ya!!" 

"Huh?! Doomsday has driven old Faron insane."

"Ain't insane!! You're just too stupid!!"

"Yea yeah, just drink your beer, and let's celebrate the coming of peace at last!"

The ground of individuals are survivors of Doomsday, all assembled in a shack, not far away from a closeby city in England. They survived in the wild despite it being one of the most dangerous places.

The insects are most infectious, sneaking about and before you know it, you're bitten, soon to be Zombies... Not something they worried about though. 

Some awakeners have quite the interesting gifts, just like old Faron whose hands were shaking as he held his mug of beer, "I tell ya, I feel it... There is a shadow looming over us... I can see it."

"What do you see?" One wondered, taking his words much more seriously.

"I see threads... Coming from everywhere," Old Faron said, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated to the extreme, "My hands are tied. My legs are tied. My mind is tied... Everyone is just like me, all puppets!"

Old Faron's eyes turned into an everlasting splendor, seemingly reflecting the entire galaxy within, and that's when everyone in the shack took him extremely seriously as the atmosphere around the old men changed.

All were old men who had been abandoned, either by the World or by their own, left to die. However, they found themselves, and they survived.

Old Faron's wisdom and conspiracies always fail them for he was a master of conspiracies even before Doomsday, so even hearing a Cricket in the middle of the night was enough to drive his frail paranoid mind into a spree of ludicrous conspiracies.

Old Faron's wisdom and conspiracies never fail to save them and guide them to the right path... Only when his eyes turn into gorgeous splendor.

"We can not leave the woods, I tell ya!! They're all out there! Always watching! No, we must go down, down into the ground!!" Old Faron's eyes turned normal as he mumbled nonstop.

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"..."

"What should we do?" These words were spoken by two different individuals. The old man still thankful that the Plague of Death went away while the other resentful.

The resentful soul was one of the uninvited visitors, "While we still suffer the Plague Of Resentment, while it's getting worse! Their plague just ended! How is the Game fair!!!"

"Silence!!" Before the resentful man was another, a tall man adorned in silver armor, "If it's the wish of God then we shall suffer in silence! Suffer the resentment of our World!"

"And they?! Shall they not suffer!?" The resentful man cried out.

"They shall! But not before we find out why their suffering ended! It's the wish of our God!" The man in armor bellowed, "If we do so, we'll go back home to be welcomed by the blessing of God."

"Ahh! The blessing of God!" Many beside him cried in surprise, many clad in armor, some adorned in white robes of divine splendor, devout believers.

"Only one World can survive, and what better Worlds to fall than those filled with heresy!!" The man clamored before taking a step forward, turning into nothing but a blur, soon vanishing with everyone else.

Silver was certainly right. The Game Of Awakening no longer seems like a battle for greatness, but a battle of God while they lay in between, like unnoticed bugs, waiting to be squashed... By accident.

There are times when bugs can be useful, however. There are times when they simply move too fast to squash, even by intention. So small they are, yet so sneaky they can be, hiding beyond reach.

Such a bug lied in the forest where the uninvited visitors were, one of many. The bug was very small, amidst the grass it lay, just looking about with its round eyes.

Those eyes acted as a gateway to much more gorgeous eyes. So gorgeous were his silver eyes, shining with wonder as he stroked his chin, deep in thought, "Interesting," He hummed.

"There are here again?" Luscious who was seated beside him asked.

"They are," Silver nodded, "Visitors from the same World but maybe different countries? Or maybe they have only Kingdoms there."

"I wonder though, why has no one from the third World visited us?" Albert wondered.

"I wonder the same," Silver murmured.

"I really didn't see it coming. Stopping Doomsday really baited so many forces into showing their faces," Sam murmured as he poured some wine for himself and Loyd.

"They will certainly interfere with our World healing," Loyd said, "What should we do? Eliminate them?"

"No, let the others do it," Silver shook his head, "There are quite a lot of Sanctuaries with more than enough strength to eliminate them... Our World even without us is strong enough to contend against their World."

Just as Earth has awakeners, they must too. The Game is, after all, called the Game Of Awakening, so that should be shared between all Worlds while the means of bringing about Doomsday is different.

"The Blessing Of God, they called it," Silver murmured, "Their God convinced them that a feature of the Game, the Tomb Of Gods, is actually his blessing."

"The Gods, huh," Loyd let out a sigh as his lids dropped slightly. He was once a believer in One True God, but no longer. The more you know, the less he believes. 

That's true for everyone in the Quintessence, for all of them know that they themselves can become Gods. The process of forming divinity is arduous, taking millenniums or even more.

The Tombs of Gods, thus, are opportunities that basically grant them divinities, and all they need is to adapt and control them before they can become Gods, a process which shouldn't take too long.

At least, that's what their limited knowledge about Godhood tells them. What matters is that going through the Tomb of Gods and succeding the trials crowns them the title of a Demigod.

So here they were, standing before one of the Tombs, a rainbow lake, slowly but surely orbiting around itself, akin to an illusion... The mystery of the Tomb of Gods was solved.

Umbrella's findings were as follows. The Tombs can absorb the mysterious energy in the air, the energy that started prevailing the World since the second fog which should in the end turn them into their rainbow state.

So normally, once that's figured out, people would stop using the Tombs with haste and instead wait for them to mature... Not Umbrella as they dropped in them the equivalence of ten nukes of energy, all through the Silver Effect.

Therefore, the scenery before them which suddenly started changing as the lake started losing all of its brilliance, soon vanishing to leave behind a clump of threads.

The threads were thin, having a certain brilliance to them yet at the same illusion-like as if they're going to vanish at any moment.

The clump of threads was soon unveiled to reveal the figure of a lovely woman, with long flowing dark hair, adorned in a dress made of nothing but threads, her own threads. It's indeed Natalia.

The Tomb vanished, leaving behind nothing but a dead land, not a speck of grass or green to be seen as if it had devoured everything around.

"That was..." Natalia wanted to speak but all she could do was fall as she felt her mind still heavy from what she had experienced... The Tomb of Gods is extremely dangerous.

She could only hear Silver's ever so calm words as she fell into his arms, "I have many questions, but you may rest well for now." And that she did.