IDOLIZING CHAOS

3000 Chosen

“Mortals, Welcome” the hall was silenced. Sitting on a tall apparition throne, a black-haired 45-year-old man was leaning lazily in his bathrobe eating grapes.

“I am Mealre, the proprietor of 30 worlds in the lower heavens, conqueror, and King, some people call me a deity. others one of the gods. But to you, I am both that and your savior

‘‘Let me start by saying Congratulations——” Mearle was both majestic and godly sitting so high overlooking basically thousands below him in a very bored manner.

‘‘Stop, stop! Hold your steeds there, Magician! First off, I was in my divine chamber making my magicians perform for me, bringing to the world The Spiritual.

And suddenly, I'm here. This should be one of those ambitious Generals trying to usurp my rule, I order you...”

An obese King in flashy robes shouted impatiently, spittle flaring everywhere.

Mealre did well to smile still on his throne.

Suddenly a horror sight was seen as the fat king enlarged, more than he already had, and shattered into tiny light particles that dissipated after seconds. Strangely enough, none of the people in the hall had any other reaction other than being interested or slightly bemused, picking their noses.

Like it was just another day to shower or brush their teeth.

‘‘——Let me start by saying welcome to Castle Bladeheart, my abode, I'm sure everybody is wondering why you’re here when, like 10 seconds ago, you were all in this near-death situation. The ‘conclude’ is as sure as red hell...

Everyone in the hall is dead.”

Again, the whole hall was silenced. In the end, no matter how prepared one might think he is to face death when it came, there will be a sickening sense of ‘what ifs’ and ‘so and dead huh’ in everyone's mind. Scorch was as confused as before. Although he was kind of like the sharpest tool in the shed, —he aced all the written exams in school— the school in theme was one of the lowest-rated schools in the STAIN province that accepted poor commoners like him and had unquestionably low grades in terms of overall ratings.

Mearle continued, ‘‘Ha ha, don’t mind, don’t mind, relax, people, am going to explain everything

‘‘First off, I nuked everyone's souls from going to the great ‘whatever’ place souls go for the afterlife, using a spiritual portal to transport you here. Why? Because every single one of you is… I don’t know how to put this… ‘Special’. I brought you 3000 lowlives here to give you an opportunity, a chance to get as much wealth as you want, women as you please, do anything you want, and GROW STRONGER, LIFE LONGER so that you wouldn’t have to die again!!!!!”

Another silence, not a sound was made ever since the deity’s bizarre demonstration.

The ‘deity’ Was sure to have noticed this. His eyes turned bleakly empty, He looked like giving up on them already.

‘‘Any questions, raise your hand, and I’ll try to answer every one, one question at a time, let’s rush these people please, yes… you”

‘‘Assuming we died, as you said. Which none of this is even possible, why would you even go all the way to gift us more opportunities when you get nothing in return?” a baby doll with a leash on her neck, augmented with Gothic wear and black oil paint on her lips ranked off out of the bat.

‘‘None of this is possible? You don't believe in magic?, the lands I am sending all of you to, it is filled with the impossible, rich in Milk and Honey, where mere mortals can lacerate mountains and tame seas! You just have to grab it yourself.

And the only thing I gain in doing all of this is Pleasure, don’t take me for a sage, I will assign tasks for every one of you, dreadful assignments. Any other question?”

“Does that mean that we would never see our family again?”

“Unfortunately, you can't.”

—— Several questions were asked until Scorch's feet grew tired I. the figurative terms, still he anxiously waited to be called out for his question, till finally.

“Since, Since you’re all-powerful, I want to know if you can revive more people. I… I have… My family was about to fall into the hands of criminals, probably meeting their demise in my absence, as useless or wasteful as it seems in your eyes, I still want to ask.

I …. Can you change what’s happening over there now, or at least revive them, this isn’t a question… I … Am sorry, it’s a request.” Scorched sighed pitifully, finally stammering his way through his request, he wiped his brows with shaking hands.

Mealre puckered his lips, ‘‘Scorch Grimier is it? You died in a useless battle, betrayed and abandoned by your own country yet you still retain your selfless heart, it’s not every day I see something like that. Yes, I can bring your Family back to life or even chance their every fate, make them live happy lives far from the horrors of humanity.

But why should I? I deem it a waste of my energy. Unless...”, Perking his head up, Scorch's heartbeat accelerated,

‘‘Unless what”

‘‘You see, I had slated to give out rewards based on your performance and points. If the points you earn are high enough, I can bring all your friends and family back alive... And even reverse time…

Well, am sure you’ll understand everything when the game starts.”

“Okay to sum it all up. You guys are THE CHOSEN; I did choose you based on some criteria, one of them, being that you must have bloodied your hands. And not mistakenly, I mean killed something or someone till you can still take your dinner by the end of the day. Another one is that every one of you has a special quirk, gadget, dancing, politics, assassination, you mention, all of you have the greatest perks at those. I brought your souls from different time dimensions, so ignore all your different attires and customaries.”

“Now, you all have numbers, starting from one to 3000, you can see your numbers in front of you”.

Scorch concentrated on the space in front of him and true to his words he saw his number writing boldly,

Sign: Number One hundred and Six.

Status: Green

Awaiting further arrangements.

“Precautionary measures, you can not say that you are a traversing soul, I'm sending you randomly to any of the domains I rule. It is a contest I'm arranging, what do you have to do? Rank up, get strong, or you die.

All 3000 of you are the enemies, kill each other—— Now don’t look at me like that. I mean, you guys have killed more than all your ages combined… To grow stronger, faster, and live longer, you have to devour each others' SYSTEM, if you were killed by any other person other than one of the 3000 players, your system and points would be shared with all the others.

Basically, it’s a Dog Eat Dog world, Kill each other, take the system and points, oh and there are special characteristics in each system, there’s a necromancer, star-convening, summoning, blah, blah blah…. You’ll all understand anyways

‘‘Let the contest BEGIN!”

A bright light shone on scorch as a strong suction force bore down on everyone, the last thing scorch saw was a guy curling his lips and doing a neck-slicing motion with his thumb while pointing at him. Looking as savage as a hellhound. Scorch got sucked up into the great beyond with a very unsettling feeling in his stomach.

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