The God Ages

Chapter 2: A Beautiful New... World?

“⡤ ⡥ ⡦ ⡧ ⡨ ⡩ ⡪ ⡫ ⡬ ⡭ ⡮ ⡯ ⡰ ⡱ ⡲ ⡳ ⡴ ⡵ ⡶ ⡷ ⡸ ⡹ ⡺ ⡻ ⡼ ⡽ ⡾ ⡿ ⢀ ⢁ ⢂ ⢃ ⢄ ⢅ ⢆ ⢇ ⢈ ⢉ ⢊ ⢋ ⢌ ⢍ ⢎ ⢏ ⢐ ⢑ ⢒ ⢓ ⢔ ⢕ ⢖ ⢗ ⢘ ⢙ ⢚ ⢛ ⢜ ⢝ ⢞ ⢟ ⢠ ⢡ ⢢ ⢣ ⢤ ⢥ ⢦ ⢧ ⢨ ⢩ ⢪ ⢫ ⢬ ⢭ ⢮ ⢯ ⢰ ⢱ ⢲ ⢳ ⢴ ⢵ ⢶ ⢷ ⢸ ⢹ ⢺ ⢻ ⢼ ⢽ ⢾ ⢿ ⣀ ⣁ ⣂ ⣃ ⣄ ⣅ ⣆ ⣇ ⣈ ⣉ ⣊.”

“⡤ ⡥ ⡦ ⡧ ⡨ ⡩ ⡪ ⡫ ⡤ ⡥ ⡦ ⡧ ⡨ ⡩ ⡪ ⡫ ⡬ ⡭ ⡮ ⡯ ⡰ ⡱ ⡲ ⡳ ⡴ ⡵ ⡶ ⡷ ⡸ ⡹ ⡺ ⡻ ⡼ ⡽ ⡾ ⡿ ⢀ ⢁ ⢂ ⢃ ⢄ ⢅ ⢆ ⢇ ⢈ ⢉ ⢊ ⢋ ⢌ ⢍ ⢎ ⢏ ⢐ ⢑ ⢒ ⢓ ⢔ ⢕ ⢖ ⢗ ⢘ ⢙ ⢚ ⢛ ⢜ ⢝ ⢞ ⢟ ⢠ ⢡ ⢢ ⢣ ⢤ ⢥ ⢦ ⢧ ⢨ ⢩ ⢪ ⢫ ⢬ ⢭ ⢮ ⢯ ⢰ ⢱ ⢲ ⢳ ⢴ ⢵ ⢶ ⢷ ⢸ ⢹ ⢺ ⢻ ⢼ ⢽ ⢾ ⢿ ⣀ ⣁ ⣂ ⣃ ⣄ ⣅ ⣆ ⣇ ⣈ ⣉ ⣊⡤ ⡥ ⡦ ⡧ ⡨ ⡩ ⡪ ⡫ ⡬ ⡭ ⡮ ⡯ ⡰ ⡱ ⡲ ⡳ ⡴ ⡵ ⡶ ⡷ ⡸ ⡹ ⡺ ⡻ ⡼ ⡽ ⡾ ⡿ ⢀ ⢁ ⢂ ⢃ ⢄ ⢅ ⢆ ⢇ ⢈ ⢉ ⢊ ⢋ ⢌ ⢍ ⢎ ⢏ ⢐ ⢑ ⢒ ⢓ ⢔ ⢕ ⢖ ⢗ ⢘ ⢙ ⢚ ⢛ ⢜ ⢝ ⢞ ⢟ ⢠ ⢡ ⢢ ⢣ ⢤ ⢥ ⢦ ⢧ ⢨ ⢩ ⢪ ⢫ ⢬ ⢭ ⢮ ⢯ ⢰ ⢱ ⢲ ⢳ ⢴ ⢵ ⢶ ⢷ ⢸ ⢹ ⢺ ⢻ ⢼ ⢽ ⢾ ⢿ ⣀ ⣁ ⣂ ⣃ ⣄ ⣅ ⣆ ⣇ ⣈ ⣉ ⣊. “ I-I don’t understand, what are they saying?” I open my eyes and in shock to see two armored knights surrounding me and a girl in a white robe in the back. I sat up and put my hands up to show that I’m not trying to cause harm.

“I-I’m not trying to cause harm! I swear!” I shouted in fear so that I won’t get wounded by the swords they are carrying.

“ ⡭ ⡮ ⡯ ⡰ ⡱ ⡲ ⡳ ⡴ ⡵ ⡶ ⡷ ⡸ ⡹ ⡺ ⡻ ⡼ ⡽ ⡾ ⡿ ⢀ ⢁ ⢂ ⢃ ⢄ ⢅ ⢆ ⢇ ⢈ ⢉ ⢊ ⢋ ⢌ ⢍ ⢎ ⢏ ⢐ ⢑ ⢒ ⢓ ⢔ ⢕ ⢖ ⢗ ⢘ ⢙ ⢚ ⢛ ⢜ ⢝ ⢞ ⢟ ⢠” The first man looks confused, but holds his shield up in guard.

“ ⡭ ⡮ ⡯ ⡰ ⡱ ⡲ ⡳ ⡴ ⡵ ⡶ ⡷ ⡸ ⡹ ⡺ ⡻ ⡼ ⡽ ⡾ ⡿ ⢀ ⢁ ⢂ ⢃ ⢄ ⢅ ⢆ ⢇ ⢈ ⢉ ⢊ ⢋ ⢌ ⢍ ⢎ ⢏ ⢐ ⢑ ⢒ ⢓ ⢔ ⢕ ⢖ ⢗ ⢘ ⢙ ⢚ ⢛ ⢜ ⢝ ⢞ ⢟ ⢠ ⡭ ⡮ ⡯ ⡰ ⡱ ⡲ ⡳ ⡴ ⡵ ⡶ ⡷ ⡸ ⡹ ⡺ ⡻ ⡼ ⡽ ⡾ ⡿ ⢀ ⢁ ⢂ ⢃ ⢄ ⢅ ⢆ ⢇ ⢈ ⢉ ⢊ ⢋ ⢌ ⢍ ⢎ ⢏ ⢐ ⢑ ⢒ ⢓ ⢔ ⢕ ⢖ ⢗ ⢘ ⢙ ⢚ ⢛ ⢜ ⢝ ⢞ ⢟ ⢠?” (Am I going to die today? That stupid door! And that mysterious voice is going to get me killed!) I look around and sigh, (Nice knowing ya, life.) Suddenly, a holographic screen pops out.

Do you want to translate?

Yes No

“Is that…. A stat screen from the books I read? No way, I guess I'm not dying today! YES, YES!” I shouted out in delight and then I spam my finger on yes.

Translating #^*@ To English

“Is this guy okay, this peasant is not a good creature for the princess to. He speaks a different language as well, shall we. Will him?” The first soldier with the bigger sword whispered to the other soldier, (Wait, so he wasn’t lying when it was saying translate, this is good!)

“H-Hello?” The soldiers turn their heads to me, surprised but not at the same time. “I- I mean no harm, I don’t remember this place, I just also happened to have studied your language, (not) and I’m able to speak it.” The soldiers whisper to each other before one of them finally says.

“Where are you from, boy?” The soldier looks at me dead in the eyes with an evil intent towards it, his face all gleamy and shiny. (I guess I am dying today.)

“Um, I… Am not really sure, I just woke up here.” I shouted nervously, making the princess stagger, but she decided to hide behind the first guard with the big sword. The soldiers whispered for a bit until finally deciding to speak.

“What magic type are you? Fire, Water, Light, What?” I looked at the soldier in disbelief for a second. (Magic, that does not exist in London, probably not even in the world) took a deep breath, still thinking about what to say. The cold breeze lights the village with a cold, arctic feeling. Makes me cold without a jacket. Weird how the guards aren’t affected.

“Magic isn’t real innit?” I said the first thing that came to my mind, which was very stupid because of the atmosphere after I said that. All the villagers gasp and mumble to each other in disbelief as to what I had just said.

“Is he forreal?”

“He might be a delusional man, he can’t have rizz with that can he?” All the villagers laugh and talk. I hear the guards whispering in shock until the princess gasps and walks towards me. Her white cloak makes her look beautiful, probably even more beautiful than Rosie Huntington-Whiteley.

“You are a Blanderer, aren’t you? I mean, you suit the fit for one and you sound different than everyone else.”

“That’s a bit racist inni-”

“Shut it boy.” The soldier interrupts me holding his sword and pointing it right at my head. He looks as if he gonna swing it at me any minute now if I make a wrong move. (Did I say something wrong?) I gaze at him with a sorry expression, telling him without telling him that i’m sorry. At this point the whole village is outside staring at me, the soldiers, and the girl. whisper is all I hear through my ears. “This lady is the princess of Vacardio, the greatest student in Sovereign Academy as well, the greatest academy in the world, a rare dual magic wielder of fire and light and a prodigy in both of them, a masterpiece, a god born in this world! Continues yapping” (Holy yapping) I stare at the soldier, in disbelief still processing all this information that I just leaned. “Anyways, TIE HIM UP”

“Wait, WHAT!” I was immediately grabbed by all ten soldiers and was tied up by all of them. I felt like thousands of hands were grabbing me until I felt a sharp pain in my back, I turn around to see the princess grin at me with a potion in her hand.

“I’ll betray you soon.” She grins with that sassy pose and grin of hers. I feel tired and I start closing my eyes. The last thing I see is the village people walking away like nothing happened, is this how poverty is like in this world?

|Stat window|

Ability gifted by deity of shadows

Ability: Poison won’t work on me.

Description: You are immune to all

Poison. Including Spells or Potions.

I awoke to the musty smell of damp stone, my head pounding as if a blacksmith had forged a hammer to the rhythm of my thoughts. As my vision cleared, I noticed an old man with a long beard and mustache, sitting on a nearby wooden stool. His face was etched with lines of age, and his clothes were ragged, barely holding together.

"You're finally awake," he said, his voice a mixture of disappointment and hope. I squinted at him, trying to process my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, and the walls were covered in crude markings, resembling some kind of count. "It's been 54 years since iv'e seen the light of day" he said, noticing that my eyes were glued to the wall.

I hesitated, not wanting to reveal how lost I was. "How did you end up here?" I asked, hoping for some clue about my own situation. The old man looked at me with a mixture of sadness and resignation before pointing to the wall, where the markings seemed to indicate a long passage of time.

Suddenly, a clang of metal echoed through the room, and a group of guards entered. The tallest one, a muscular knight with a gold sword, stared at me with a mixture of surprise and irritation. "You've regained consciousness earlier than expected," he stated, his tone stern. "The medication was intended to ensure you remained unconscious for at least another three days." The man, clearly agitated, barked out his words.

"What was your name once more?" he inquired, not seeking conflict as I swiftly responded.

"Felix!" I declared, thinking on my feet. "I hail from the countryside, en route to the kingdom to sample the renowned soup. I've heard it's quite delectable."

The knight's expression remained unyielding. "You're not from this place," he stated, his scrutiny unwavering. "Why are you insisting on falsehoods?" He took a step closer, his eyes continuing to assess my face. "For the moment, I'll grant you the benefit of the doubt. Follow me." Gesturing to the other guards, he instructed them to fall in step as we proceeded down the dimly lit corridor, with me at their center. My protests of innocence went unheeded, but I held onto the hope that the truth would reveal itself in time.

As we moved, I tried to make sense of my situation. Why was I in this prison? And who was the old man? I had to stay alert and find a way out, but where would I go in this strange, new world? The questions swirled in my head like a storm, and I felt a growing sense of desperation.