welcome
Nyxar sat upon his throne, his divine presence radiating throughout his domain. The others were using their true bodies to either read in the vast library or enjoy the pleasures of their respective domains while simultaneously controlling their avatars in the mortal world. It had been a few weeks since their descent into the mortal realm, and their carefully laid plans were beginning to take root. Raven had successfully conquered the treacherous 950th floor of the Abyss, establishing herself as a formidable presence in that dark realm. Luffy's name had rapidly spread across the mortal world as the savior of slaves, thanks to several daring liberations. He had sent the freed slaves to their territory, which remained secluded after the recent coup. Jack Sparrow had carved a name for himself as a renowned pirate, with tales of his exploits echoing across the seas. Meanwhile, in their divine theocracy, stability had been restored. Fujitora had assumed the role of commander and was diligently rebuilding the military forces. He had even recreated CP0, an elite group of devout believers skilled in the Marine 6 styles. Orochimaru, ever the brilliant scientist, had been focused on developing more efficient weaponry and transportation systems for their nation. Kamah Taj had been replicated under the guidance of the Ancient One's clone. However, the mage's power remained limited, and they relied on her blessings since she had yet to complete her magic circuit. Nyxar observed the progress with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, knowing that their true plans were just beginning to unfold. The pieces were in place, and the game was about to begin in earnest.
In the heart of the revitalized Nyx Theocracy, the bustling streets were alive with activity. Uniformed figures patrolled diligently, ensuring order and security, while the citizens wore wide smiles of contentment. The entire landscape had undergone a dramatic transformation; the old, dilapidated buildings had been replaced with a fresh architectural style, a testament to the new era that had dawned. It was a stark contrast to the prior state of the land, where beggars lined the streets, nobles acted with impunity, and the oppressive palace loomed over all.
Now, this territory sparkled with promise. Statues of nine figures, the esteemed members of Nyxar's pantheon, adorned every corner of the kingdom. Their faces remained veiled in a radiant light, a precaution taken to protect their divine identities.
Inside a grand temple, three times the size of the original palace, five figures were gathered around a magnificent table. Clementine, the Archpriest of the theocracy and Nyxar's very first believer, occupied the head seat. His ordinary yet trustworthy appearance emitted a soothing aura, calming the atmosphere around him. Among the others present, there was a hulking figure, a redheaded individual, Fujitora's clone, and the divine clone of the Godqueen Kaguya herself.
Clementine, sitting before two of the gods he revered, remained blissfully unaware of their true identities. To him, these figures had been appointed by the Godking Nyxar, who presided over mirrors, shadows, and mutations. That knowledge alone was enough for Clementine, and he had faith that his chosen god could bring prosperity to their kingdom. As he looked out at the flourishing realm, he couldn't help but feel that he had made the best decision of his life. Suppressing his inner thoughts, he began the meeting.
"Greetings, members of the divine court," Clementine announced, and the others replied in unison with a respectful "Greetings." He continued, "Over the past few weeks, our beloved Theocracy has achieved stability, thanks to the dedicated efforts of each member present. Fujitora and Yao have fortified our military, Orochimaru has revolutionized our buildings and transportation, and the collective belief of all our citizens has thrived."
Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Clementine went on, "This morning, I received a message from our divine God Nyxar. He has deemed it time for us to open our Theocracy to trade and welcome delegations from other kingdoms, empires, and realms."
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As word of the new Theocracy's emergence spread, a wave of excitement and confusion swept across the continent. The revelation that nine gods had ascended unnoticed for an indeterminate period left many in disbelief. The sudden revelation and the fall of a mid-tier god in the process only added to the astonishment.
Merchants wasted no time and embarked on journeys to the new land, seeking potential opportunities and riches. Delegations from various guilds and countries followed suit, eager to establish connections with the emerging power. Observing this influx of interest, the gods of the Theocracy dispatched trusted believers to handle their respective tasks.
The entire continent seemed to pulse with erratic energy. Meanwhile, Clementine, the leader of the kingdom, was meticulously planning a grand festival to last for the next five days. Opening their gates to outsiders was a strategic move to solidify relationships with other gods, whether those relationships would be forged in friendship or hostility.
Clementine couldn't ignore the looming challenges that this decision posed. Exposing Kamah Taj and the concept of chakra would likely lead to conflicts with the goddess of magic. On the other hand, their bond with the elven pantheon would undoubtedly come to light, especially considering Luffy's heroic actions in saving hundreds of elven slaves. As a result, the revelation of Haki's existence seemed inevitable.
Deep in thought, Clementine realized the multitude of problems that could arise from this move. However, the command of the Godking Nyxar was clear, and he would follow it, regardless of the challenges that lay ahead.
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Elena, a dark elf with a determined spirit, found herself in a precarious situation. She was the owner of a failing merchant company operating within a neighboring kingdom. The root cause of her business's decline was the relentless aggression of her competition. Her shops were repeatedly attacked and destroyed, her workers were being poached or threatened, and the relentless pressure aimed to force her into selling her business. What made matters worse was that her competition enjoyed the support and backing of members of the royal family, making her predicament all the more dire.
Elena, a 9th stage elementalist and on the verge of achieving legendary status, understood that even her formidable strength might not be enough to counteract such influential adversaries. However, she possessed a keen eye for money-making opportunities, a trait she attributed to her unwavering belief in the goddess of wealth. When she caught wind of the emergence of the new Theocracy, it sent ripples through her senses.
She couldn't ignore the enticing aroma of potential prosperity that seemed to emanate from this Theocracy. Viewing it as a chance to turn her fortune around, Elena wasted no time and arrived as swiftly as possible to assess the kingdom for herself. As she peered out of her carriage, her sharp eyes discerned the presence of numerous individuals who held positions of importance from various corners of the continent, all gathered in a line.
As Elena's party entered the kingdom in single file, her senses were overwhelmed by the astonishing sights that greeted her. The architectural design of the city was unlike anything she had ever seen, a testament to the uniqueness of the Theocracy. Clean streets stretched before her, a stark contrast to the cluttered and dusty lanes of most kingdoms she had visited. The air carried a refreshing purity, and even the commoners who roamed the streets seemed to exude a sense of purpose and contentment.
In the heart of the kingdom, where one might expect a royal palace, stood a towering structure that defied imagination. Elena couldn't help but marvel at its sheer height and the undeniable majesty that emanated from its core.
Turning her gaze to the far end of the kingdom, she spotted high mountains, and a vague encampment came into view. The sight reminded her of a mage tower, with a palpable aura of mana permeating the area. As these remarkable details unfolded before her eyes, Elena could feel her excitement rising, a growing belief that perhaps this was the opportunity she had been patiently waiting for.
[i hate what i wrote for the next chapter so i might as well redo it and post it tomorrow.]