Hiroshi sighed as he packed up his things, getting ready to head home. It had been a long day, but he was glad to be done with it. He grabbed his coat, slinging it over his shoulder, and headed for the elevator.
Hiroshi let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors dinged open. He stepped inside, pressing the button for the first floor.
The elevator began its descent, the numbers on the display steadily decreasing. Hiroshi leaned back against the elevator wall, closing his eyes for a moment.
He had to admit, it had been a close call. Hiring those men to clean up the mess in Tokyo had been a last-minute decision, but it had turned out to be a smart move but just cause he needed to suffer more the police were already there but he had managed somehow.
He had lied to the police, telling them it was just a group of bandits from the slums who had attacked them.
It wasn’t the most convincing story, but Hiroshi had put on his best act. He had played up the victim card, acting shocked and horrified at the attack. The police had seemed suspicious at first, but they had eventually relented.
They had told Hiroshi that they would investigate the case further, but for now, they would accept his explanation.
After which he had came back to Kobe from neo-Tokyo. Then, Hiroshi had explained the attack to his boss in great detail, how he was the only one to escape. He had downplayed his own role in the attack, making it seem like he was just a victim.
The boss had been shocked and angry at first, but Hiroshi’s story had managed to convince him.
The boss had promised him a huge bonus for surviving the attack, and he had given Hiroshi a few days off to recover.
Hiroshi had played along, acting shaken and traumatized. In reality, he was secretly pleased with himself. Things had gone even better than he had hoped, Lucifer will be happy with him.
He had to admit, even he himself was surprised that the lie had worked. It was quite absurd to think about it..He had literally lied that he was attacked by a group of bandits, that he was the only one who had managed to escape and that he had lost all his men.
But despite the absurdity of it, the boss had believed him.
Hiroshi chuckled to himself as he thought about it. He knew the truth, but he couldn’t help but find it funny.
The megacorp’s had been itching for an excuse to destroy the slums for years..and he had just delivered them the perfect opportunity on a silver platter. But of course, they wouldn’t publicly admit it. They would use this attack as pretext, saying that a group of bandits from the slums had broken the treaty and attacked them, thus the slums had to be eliminated.
The public would never know the truth, never know that it was all because of him.
Hiroshi didn’t care though. As long as he got his bonus, he was happy. But of course this wasn’t everything he had to consider.
But there was still one more important thing for Hiroshi to consider, something that weighed heavily on his mind.
Lucifer, the demon he had made a deal with. Lucifer was a force to be reckoned with, and Hiroshi knew he needed to keep him happy. He needed to find a way to help forward Lucifer’s plans if he wanted to survive.
He knew that Lucifer had some sort of grand scheme in motion, but he didn’t know what it was. All he knew was that he needed to do something big, something to impress the demon...but what?
He couldn’t just ask Lucifer what he wanted, that would be too risky. The demon was cunning and would likely see it as a sign of weakness. Hiroshi needed to be subtle, to find a way to please Lucifer without tipping him off to his true intentions.
He pondered for a moment, his mind racing with possible ideas..and then something clicked..
Yes..that could work.
He began to think through the details, plotting in his mind. If he could pull this off, it would not only please Lucifer..it would ensure his own survival for sure.
But he needed time..he needed to think. He couldn’t just rush in and do something reckless. Hiroshi sighed..maybe he needed a drink.
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Hayate couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease as he looked outside. The sky was grey and cloudy, the polluted air making it hard to see too far. Despite the fact that it was almost midday, it still looked like nighttime outside, the dark smog blocking out the sunlight.
Then he noticed something, a sudden, blinding light in the distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what it was. It looked like a wave of light, coming towards him...
The light was bright, much brighter than anything he had seen before. It was so bright that Hayate had to shield his eyes, even from a distance.
He tried to make sense of what was happening, but all he could see was the light. It was like a wave of pure energy, cutting through the smog-filled air as it moved towards him.
He had never seen anything like this before. The light was unlike anything he had ever experienced..it was almost like it was alive, moving and shifting like a living thing. And then the light came over him and passed off..
Hayate stood there, frozen in shock. The light was gone, but it had left behind a sense of unease. He shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling...what the heck was that?..
Hayate flew out of his window, he could see that the white light was spreading in all directions. It was like a wave of light, expanding outwards at an incredible speed.
He had to admit what he was seeing was nothing he had ever seen before. It creeped him out.
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The light was moving at an unimaginable speed. It seemed like it was going at the speed of light, and in no time at all, the entire globe was covered in the blinding light. The world was enveloped in utter whiteness, like a giant had covered the planet with a blanket of light...
Suddenly, like a switch being flicked, the light was gone. The world returned to normal, the darkness and smog still present..but something felt different.
The world had changed.
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Inside a cramped apartment in Neo-tokyo, a mother and daughter sat on a small couch, watching the TV together. The air was stale and the walls were dingy, but they made do with what they had.
The daughter was a young girl, around 8 or 9 years old. She had short, black hair and wide, innocent eyes. The mother on the other hand was a little older, somewhere in her early 40s. She had long, dark hair and wore a weary expression on her face.
The mother looked tired and worn down by life. She had been working two jobs just to make ends meet, and it was taking a toll on her. The daughter, on the other hand, was blissfully unaware of the hardships of her parents, still young and carefree.
Just then, The door to their apartment opened with a creak, and in walked the girl’s stepfather. He had a tired look on his face, and smelled of alcohol. He was a big man, and filled the small room with his presence.
The mother looked up from the TV, her expression hardening slightly. The daughter seemed to shrink away from her stepfather, her gaze dropping down to her lap.
“You’re home early,” the mother said in a cool voice, her eyes fixed on the stepfather.
The stepfather grunted in response, throwing his coat on a nearby chair. “Today was shit” he said, swaying slightly on his feet.
The mother’s eyes flicked to the empty bottle in the stepfather’s hand. “You’ve been drinking again,” she said, her voice sharp.
The stepfather grunted, taking a swig from the bottle. “So what if I have? I need something to take the edge off, with all the crap I have to deal with at work, why the fuck do i have to take permission from you? Bitch.”
The mother’s face hardened at his words, her eyes flashing with anger. “You’re not the only one who has to deal with crap, you know,” she snapped, her voice rising. “I have to work my ass off just to make sure we can pay the rent and put food on the table.”
The stepfather rolled his eyes, taking another drink from the bottle. “Oh, here we go again. You and your constant whining. I’m sick of it.”
The mother clenched her fists, her anger boiling over. “I’m sick of you too. All you ever do is drink and cause trouble. You’re not a husband, you’re a glorified burden.”
She said as she tried to snatch his bottle from him.
The stepfather snatched the bottle back, his face reddening. “Don’t you talk to me like that, you ungrateful little-“ he shouted as in a moment of anger he smashed the bottle on her head.
The mother cried out, a sharp pain slicing through her head. She stumbled back, her hand instinctively going to her head.
The daughter let out a small scream, her eyes wide with fear. “Mommy!” She cried out, hugging her mother tightly.
“You stupid woman, I work my ass off, every day, and all you do is nag,” the stepfather said, his words slurring as he stumbled towards the mother.
The mother backed away from him, her eyes filled with fear. “Please, don’t do this. Not in front of her,” she said, gesturing to the daughter. But the stepfather was beyond listening.
The stepfather, blinded by his rage, picked up a piece of glass from the floor and was about to charge at the mother. But before he could take a step, the mother’s daughter, in an instinctive move of protective courage, stepped in between them.
She had never seen her stepfather act like this before, and her small hands had moved on their own, she raised both her hands, aiming them at her stepfather and shouted, [cinder touch].
A thin tounge of fire sprang out of her hand and hit the stepfather square in the chest. The man let out a cry of surprise as the fire wrapped around him, holding him in place. The flames licked at him, setting his clothes on fire.
The mother stared in shock at what her daughter had done, her own anger temporarily forgotten in the face of surprise. The stepfather stumbled back, trying to free himself from the tongue of fire, but it held him tightly and started to burn his skin. He was getting burned alive.
The daughter stood there, her hands still raised, her small body shaking with adrenaline and fear.
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In a secluded area of the USA, far away from the prying eyes of the public, a group of people were standing in a meeting room. They were Valhalla.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single magic stone hanging from the ceiling. The people gathered around a long table, their faces illuminated by the pale yellow glow.
The group was a mixture of races, but all of them were humanoid. There were elves, dwarves, and other races, but there were no non-humanoid races.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, and each person was waiting for someone to start the meeting.
A woman sitting at the head of the table spoke up. “Alright everyone, settle down. One of our scouts has went out to investigate and it seems our entire palace is in some strange land. We are no longer in the capital city of achior.”
The people around the table looked at each other, surprise on their faces. “What? Are you saying we’ve been teleported somewhere else?”
The woman nodded, a serious expression on her face. “Yes. It seems we’ve been teleported to an entirely different continent if not a different world, one that is not our own.”
The room was filled with murmurs and whispers as the members of Valhalla tried to process this information. “What sort of magic is capable of this? The only thing I can think of is 8th tier magic but that is just myths no? Such magic dosent exist.” Said a man.
The woman nodded again. “Yes 8th tier magic, the legendary magic that is said to be impossible to obtain by a ordinary man..and yes it does not exist, at least from what we know..but if it truly exists, this is probably the outcome which that magic would bestow..but its just a theory that has no basis.” Explained the woman at the head of the table.
A man sitting at the middle of the table spoke up, his expression grave. “What does this mean for us then? Are we just stuck in this place forever? What about our war with the non-humanoid’s. If we aren’t there to help then the human nation will surely fall.”
“Unfortunately we have no way of knowing how long we will be trapped here or how long it will take to get back home. As for the war, it is true that we were there to assist the humans but we have no way of helping them from here. I would love it if there were humans here, if yes then we’ll get their help.”
The man nodded in acceptance and leaned back in his chair. “What about our scouts then? Have they found anything yet?”
The woman shook her head. “No, they have not reported back yet. They went out just ten minutes ago but have yet to return but they have confirmed magic still works in this lands, our priest’s have been able to cast spells as high as the 6th tier.”
The room was quiet at that statement. A 6th tier spell? Thats the peak of magic for most kingdoms out there in the normal world. Any normal human can only learn spells till the 3rd tier, 4th tier is pushing it, 5th tier magic only a few people can use and they can be counted on your fingertips and then 6th tier magic which multiple mages need to work together to cast.
6th tier magic. The only nation out there which could achieve that with a single person was the nation of lithrum, the human nation they were partnered with and helped. Deep in their palace, their old leaders were sleeping. Resting after their win in the ancient war against demons, there are 30 of those elders and nearly all of them are level 60-80 and 6 of them being level 90, way beyond anything which the current manegement can achive.
This was a nation of elites. “So our magic still works? Thats a good sign, atleast that makes things easier.” Said a burly man sitting at the corner of the table.
“Should we wake up the elders?”
Suggested a man in the far right corner of the table.
The woman at the head of the table shook her head. “Blasphemy!”
A man sitting at the far end of the table spoke up. “She is right! We are not to intervene in their rest nor wake them up for any reason. We can only wake them up if humanity is about to fall again.”
The burly man nodded, his face solemn. “I agree. We can’t wake them up, we don’t know what they would think of our current situation or the current state of politics. It is better to wait until we learn more about this place we have arrived at.”
The woman at the head of the table nodded in agreement. “Yes, we must proceed with caution. We do not know what kind of world we are in and what kind of people live here. The less we reveal about ourselves, the better.”
[ A new world ] and the prologue for it comes out on 3rd March and truth by told, I'm close to finishing volume 2 so there won't be any breaks or anything of sorts, just a constant stream of chapters every 3 days, oh and also on that day I'll edit ch's 2-4 since I'm not really satisfied with them.
