Chapter 40: God's Interlude

  “How boring. There is 73 of you at the Zenith level, and this is all you can do?”

  The reminiscent man overlooked a bloodied battlefield. He was speaking to no one as there was no one left alive after the battle. The man turned and overlooked a blue and green planet, one he had never seen before.

  He scoffed as he suddenly had enough of the sight. The man turned to gaze at the corpses that littered the scenery around him. He saw symbols on their clothes that he didn’t recognize.

  “Never seen that symbol before. I wonder what all of you want with me.”

  The man was about to leave when he remembered his early days as a mystic. Though he was weak, he still fought opponents far stronger than him.

  Though at that time he had help, the man still found himself silently applauding his own bravery. With a smile, the man took a deep breath before speaking with an ethereal voice.

  “Tell me the reason why you attacked me without provocation, and I may spare your planet.”

  Spirituality enhanced his voice. The spiritual infused sound waves traveled untold distances to their targets. The reminiscing man chose to challenge opponents he didn’t even know to relive some of the action filled moments from when he was a mere mortal.

  Only gods could hear him. They felt their bodies shiver the moment they heard his voice. They were later left horrified when they noticed that the owner of the voice had somehow pinpointed their location.

  The first one to answer back had an old male voice.

  “Greetings celestial one. I am the good of wisdom and knowledge.”

  The voice sounded like it was at least 60 when it became a saint. Some mystics at the later part of their lifespan become younger when they become a saint, but this particular god wasn’t as fortunate.

  The reminiscing man thought for a moment, he had heard of many gods of wisdom and knowledge, but not one with an elderly body.

  However, who the gods were that attacked him wasn’t to the man’s interest. He wanted to know why they attacked and hopefully fight them. With an ethereal and angry voice, the man called out to the gods that sent their followers to fight him.

  “I didn’t ask for names. I asked why all of you ordered your followers to attack me. Answer now or watch your world disappear.”

  Taken aback, the gods that heard the man’s voice fell completely quiet. They too had met many gods in their travels in the void known as space.

  However, this was the first time a god was as actively hostile against them even after facing an attack from their side. Fights between gods are at time like greetings. Enemies one day could be the best of friends the next day.

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  Another voice called out to the man. This time it sounded like a woman in her early thirties.

  “Your anger is understandable but watch your mouth! Otherwise, don’t blame us for attacking out of anger!”

  The reminiscing man fell quiet, the other gods smiled and scoffed at the arrogance shown by one sole god. However, something happened which they did not expect.

  The blue and green planet they called home suddenly turned chaotic. Storms, volcanic eruptions, and earthquakes appeared all over their home planet.

  The man they had conversed with shook his head. He was sick and tired of all the talking. He took action against their home planet.

  Four twisted screams sounded in the solar system. He observed as four heavenly beings flew towards him, with their weapons in hand and anger in their expression.

  The reminiscing man scoffed and raised his hands above his head and clapped. A clap so silent but somehow incredibly loud echoed from his hands. Time slowed and the four gods disappeared into their respective illusions.

  The man opened his mouth and spoke with a calm but confident voice.

  “It will only take a moment for all of you to break out, but that is alright. I didn’t put my all into the illusions, I simply wanted to stop you in place for a moment.”

  The man brought down one hand while still holding one hand above his head. With his hand above his hand, he formed a hand sign, one he had seen and used many times before.

  It was a specialty of a certain someone that was once called his guard and trusted confidant. He lowered three fingers leaving only two of his fingers up, pointing towards an unknown star.

  With his index and middle finger pointing, he brought his hand down with force while shouting the name of the attack he had had heard uttered so many times before.

  “Heavenly Judgement!”

  Lightning struck the man’s enemies, and they died on the spot. To say that they were outclassed was an understatement. To call both parties gods would be an insult towards the winning side.

  Just as the four gods died, the surface of the planet they called home returned to normal as if nothing had ever happened. An illusion on par with reality was the only thing capable of fooling true gods.

  With the death of their gods, their pillar of religion, the followers of said gods fell into despair. Many lost control. The reminiscing man turned to look at the ones that did lose control.

  He felt pity but this was how it went when gods clashed. The reminiscing man had seen many battles involving gods where all parties involved lost their home world because of an enemy god’s attack.

  With a sigh, the reminiscing man swung his hand and the followers that had lost control and turned to hideous monsters only spoken about in legends, folk lore, and horror stories, died a painless death.

  The reminiscing man turned towards an unknown star and started flying in that direction, reminiscing about the time he was a mortal just as he had done before the attack.

  …

  After speaking to Judgement, Shade finally managed to reach the orphanage building and noticed that he had arrived at early in the morning, when no one was awake.

  He went to his room and laid down in his bed. He thought about what to do next. The exhaust washed over Shade as he suddenly fell asleep.

  Shade woke up a couple hours later. He looked out his window and saw that it was still early in the morning.

  However, it was at a reasonable time when people would be up and about. Shade started to think about what had happened during the night.

  He remembered his fight against Bloody Mary, he remembered returning to the temple, he remembered the moment the mystic from the northern silver moon branch entered the temple.

  Shade sighed and hopped for the best. The future was still unknown and his time as a mystic had only just started. However, he wasn’t complacent.

  He knew that the little bit of happiness he has brought to his siblings thanks to the money he would bring home each week could disappear if his side lost the oncoming war.

  Just as Shade sat up in his bed, he heard Judgement voice speak to him in his mind… Someone is using a lot of spirituality outside your house.