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Natas POV
I gave up. I felt some sort of black liquid bubbly, and all, my bones melted. It hurts, I watched it melt. Then, something unexpected happened. A contract. Someone actually managed to contract and summon me. I felt myself dissapearing. And reapearing in a room with strange black hooded people all around.
I was on some sort of strange floor, with my bones visible and melted. It had a sort of strange design. With a star in a pentagram.
"The key has been successfully summoned." a voice reported.
"Yes."
"I can feel it. We are so close to the desired future..."
They were ignoring me. The great and mighty me?! But I controlled myself. This was the first time I had met living beings in years after all.
"We beckon you, great one, voices echoed in unison. To carry out our foolish request!" the people said at once.
Then, a picture appeared out of thin air near me. A picture of a young girl.
Ah.
I see.
Dominic POV
Alright. I treaded lightly on the air. Good. It didn't break.
So now then, where do I go? There was pretty much nothing left to do. Ah that's right, I haven't met with the affamed mad gods yet.
And thus, I went on a journey.
To the first village I was. Where I got a map from a minor god of travel, he called himself Hermes or something. A pretty good guy who gave me a happy smile.
Then, I threw another rock into the goddess's house, where she tried to curse me again, but it was fine.
And I passed upon multiple towns, and through harsh weathers and barrages of attacks for intruding various gods air spaces, and finally landed myself in a lawless town, above a stormy dark cloud.
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Where various gods of madness wondered around doing strange things.
A god turned a lamp post into a car. And rode upon it into a sewer.
Another one decided to tear down a building to pick up a pen he dropped.
Out of sync, completely insane, the teritory of the mad gods.
I kind of like it here.
"Hey new guy?! You wanna try out something goood?" some strange man, looking as though he was on drugs or something, crawled around on the air.
"There's a new casinoo here!" he screamed as he pointed towards a system casino. With the sign 50th aniversary hung over it.
"Uh huh. Sure!" I replied.
The strange thing about the gods realm is that the gods themselves didn't actually have much money. They didn't bother to try and kill little monsters to earn it. They didn't need to trade much in the first place, and credits were merely pleasentries to them. Most gods collect them to give it to their followers, or the annual auction.
And the strange thing here was, that the mad gods had the most in their pockets. Even the gods weren't sure how they even get thoese credits.
I entered the casino.
Looking over at the poker table.
"All in!"
"All in!"
The cards hadn't even been given out yet.
Then there was a god throwing all his credits again and again in the slots machine. Nothing but triple 7s were appearing each time he did so.
Damn.
These guys might be the hardest customers I have faced until now.
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