Warlords: World Conquest RP

[Edwellken]

It's 2023, mid-October. Could mankind have ever been prepared for the arrival of their new rulers? Several Warlords have manifested across the Earth. The fate of humanity rests on their shoulders. The world is on the cusp of a new era.

Starting time is 6:00 GMT.

Spoiler: Rules

Each Warlord is capable of powerful magic, as well as claiming areas as Territory for themselves, within which they can set up rules that all residents are supernaturally compelled to follow. Only fellow Warlords are immune to this coercion. Warlords are capable of traveling anywhere inside their territory in an instant, and should they be killed, they will be able to safely respawn inside their own territory after some time (50 posts), as long as they have some territory remaining. (Players can voluntarily initiate a self-respawn at any time.)

A Warlord's starting country is automatically added to their territory, acting as that player's home base. Territory is further claimed by placing Signifiers or Markers in four corners representing the territory you wish to claim (usually in the North, East, South, and West ends of a country). These markers are placed by a Warlord physically touching the location in question. The most recent player to place all of their signifiers will be the one to claim that territory. Territory is neutral (belonging to no one) if no claimant has all four of their markers placed around it.

In addition to territory, Warlords have access to powerful magic of an element of their choosing. Magic grants abilities as shown in the table below, and can be further amplified using Charges. Warlords start with their magic at level 4. Magic at the corresponding level allows you (the player) to create abilities at will that fit the corresponding description. There's no limit to the number of useable abilities.

Warlords gain Charge points equal to 1 + every country they own as territory. Charges can be used to amplify the magic level of abilities. Spent Charges are fully recovered at the start of every 3rd page. Here is a more detailed explanation of how charges work.

Warlords start at High 8-C and Supersonic, though these stats can be amplified by Magic and other abilities. There's no limit to one's potential of personal growth. However, at the start of battle, the weaker Warlord will grow in strength so that their base power will be comparable to the base of the stronger opponent. (Meaning in battles between Warlords, only newly used boosts or amps can create a huge difference in stats). Regeneration from characters is capped at Low-Mid.

Spoiler: Magic Levels

Magic Level	Capabilities (Note: As a general rule, abilities that otherwise fit the description of one level might be ranked a level or so higher if they can be easily used indiscriminately on a large scale. Conversely, if they can only be used to a very limited extent such as under precise conditions, on a specific target(s), or having an excessive wind-up or cooldown period, they could be ranked a level lower.)	Equivalent Hax level (Maximum, it may fall under a lower Hax level and still fit the descriptions here.)	Number of Charges required for use. (The cost of perpetual abilities is automatically consumed at the start of each page, effectively reducing your maximum charges per page.)	Examples (Note: Real-world examples are relative to a normal human. Other examples disregard the potency of specific abilities to the extent they will always work, for the sake of the example.)
1	Basic usage of the ability. Can harm others with it if used offensively, but would have a difficult time killing anyone of a comparable strength through this ability alone. Defensively, provides only marginal protection or buffs. Essentially these abilities on their own can't be relied on to win a fight and should be used in tandem with other skills to be effective.	Haxless​	None​	A lighter, oven mitts, an umbrella, a flashlight, a cellphone, a fire extinguisher, road spikes, a pitfall trap, a lasso
2	Ability can be useful on its own in battle and can definitely kill with enough time and effort, though the user would have to go well out of their way to do so or otherwise get very lucky if using this ability alone. Can be relied on when used defensively to block/avoid hits or provide useful buffs or other positive benefits such as healing. Likewise, minor debuffs and status ailments are also possible.	Low​	None​	A taser, an improvised weapon or shield, airsoft and paintball guns, a whip, a flashbang grenade, Cruciatus Curse, Remote Punch
3	Ability can be relied on as one's main form of attack and can kill opponents of similar strength with medium effort. As such, it can provide more useful buffs, debuffs, and status effects and generally be a huge pain for the opposition to deal with; often gives a decent strategic advantage that shouldn't be ignored.	Low​	None​	A flamethrower, a sword or spear, a simple car, a bulletproof vest, Caduceus Staff, Full Counter, Wither Effect
4	Ability is a huge asset in general and can easily be the deciding factor in battle if a counter for it is not found. Will almost always cause massive damage in very few hits, potentially even certain death under the right conditions. Defensively can make the user nigh untouchable without a proper way of dealing with it specifically. May otherwise make them extremely resistant to a specific element, damage type, etc. Can induce game-changing status conditions. While powerful, the ability should have some major downside or weakness, or otherwise, be easily avoidable.	Mid​	None​	Most firearms/handheld explosives and their respective armors. Love Commandment, Purple Haze, Special Beam Cannon
5	Ability is almost guaranteed to produce a certain win condition should it land; abilities of this level are finally worthy of being called one's trump card. May singlehandedly protect the user from several forms of attack to a limited extent or a few of them almost completely. Can grant debilitating and decisive status conditions that would need to be dealt with by the opponent to have anything but the smallest hope of winning. Still, there should always be some way for others to avoid or get around this ability, however slim.	Mid​	1​	Castles, siege weaponry, rocket launchers, Domain Expansion, Zabaniya: Delusional Heartbeat, The Ruler
6	Ability is a certain win in most circumstances if not explicitly countered or avoided. Can and likely will instantly kill or induce some other decisive victory condition. May make the user virtually immortal if used defensively, or provide extreme resistance to several different abilities. While still avoidable, doing so is almost impossible under equal conditions or without a direct counter.	High​	3​	Armored tank/attack helicopter (or other such vehicles), Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, God Hand
7	Ability is essentially a certain win that is virtually impossible to avoid outside of niche circumstances or technicalities, such as being an invalid target or out of range. Should almost always result in an easy victory when used and not outright countered. Defensive use may make the user practically invulnerable to a wide variety of abilities. Should still have some exploitable if minor weakness or similar limitation, though this would not inhibit its usefulness in any significant way.	High​	6​	Large scale non-nuclear explosives, carpet bombings, nerve gas and biological warfare, Gae Bolg, Dynakinesis, Megidoladyne
8	Ability is not only a guaranteed win but outright overkill in most circumstances. Should be able to instantly deal with several opponents of the same level with minimal effort or danger to oneself in the absence of a direct counter. Such abilities could make the user practically untouchable, whether they're innately defensive or not. If any weaknesses exist, they're massively outweighed by the ability's other advantages.	Very High (Gesture/Action based)​	10​	Nukes and similar weapons of mass destruction. Deathsongs, Chaos Meister, Accelerator
9	Ability is singlehandedly a surefire win if not actively dealt with by opposition. Generally impossible to avoid and must be otherwise countered, or better yet prevented. May be borderline passive and/or retroactive. Defensively, the ability may completely negate damage, negative effects, or other such tactical setbacks. Usually has few if any inherent weaknesses, but none that hinder its practicality beyond the user's innate competence.	Very High (Thought based)​	(Forbidden)​ 15​	Dichroic Mirror, All Fiction, Authority of Vainglory, The World (Anima)
10	As above, but no longer relies on the user's competence. Produces instant win conditions for the user with no effort whatsoever. Resistance is the only counter to an ability of this level.	Godly​	(Forbidden)​ 21​	The Almighty, Instant Death, Gold Experience Requiem

Starting Map:

List of Warlords

Registration

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

A five-colored star seems to burn itself into the air in the middle of a Cuban forest during the middle of night, the space inside of it shattering before a short man steps out, his hands behind his back in an imperial pose. He seems young, though he lacks any facial hair, including eyebrows or lashes, and his eyes betray a great deal of aged wisdom. That, or madness. Probably both. He sniffs the air before his nose quickly scrunches up, as an invisible veil of Divine Sense quickly stretches outwards for miles in every direction.

"Ugh, what a waste realm. Effectively zero spiritual qi, weak organisms, and the laws of heaven are strange. Being here long-term won't be good for me, but I can get up to some fun while I'm around. While I'm more restricted, there's less competition, plus its always fun to build back up every once in a while~."

Of course, this medium-sized island nation he finds himself in in already under his control, his signifiers made sure of that. It's a strong, strategic location, which a few moments of teleporting and flying around allows him to get a clear image of due to the sheer range of his senses. To the east there are several lines of islands, and every other direction leads to one of two large, nearby continents. One thing he's pleasantly surprised to find is the range and depth of this world's communication networks, particularly the World Wide Web. That'll help to see if anything strange occurs elsewhere, but it's nowhere close to his specialty, so he'll leave it be for now.

His first order of business is building up defenses. While can work quickly in this environment, he still needs some separation from himself and the existing powers of this world, just as a precaution. He recalls an old recipe for an aphrodisiac pill, and while the current form is a tad... excessive for what he wants, it doesn't take much tinkering to change that. Rather than mating with anything that moves becoming the target's primary desire, such things are restricted to their own species and less... overbearingly intense. He can obviously simply control such animals with his divine sense to avoid issues, but he would like to not have to micromanage the entire "Gulf of Mexico." Of course, there's another issue in his lack of suitable ingredients, but with the laws of this world being as they are, he can simply find existing mundane fruits with similar effects and refine them with his qi and divine sense to create pseudo-spirit herbs.

He quickly has what he desires: a mutation pill, or in this case a light powder. While the aphrodisiac pill always increased the victim's capabilities and aggression, that was not the primary focus. Using the qi he infuses into the powder, anything affected will balloon in size and ferocity exponentially, turning mere carp into boat-sized feasting machines that breed and grow in a manner of hours or days instead of years. Of course, they die very quickly as well, especially as these effects also apply to their parasites, but that just enables the hardier organisms to have a reliable source of food until he can refine the recipe more. He spends a while creating and spreading this powder both into the nearby ocean and over the forested areas of the island, planting a sliver of divine sense onto about 10% of the affected creatures so he has eyes and ears all over the region.

 

[Torlikoff]

Nuuk, Greenland

Dawn has yet to break, and the residents of Nuuk are still enclosed, mostly sleeping soundly, in their homes. No idea of what- or more accurately, who has just been brought into this world. One of those new arrivals is standing right in town square. He takes in the frigid air with a long breath, stretching his body as he remarks the location.

“…This isn’t hell,” are the first words to come from Deimos’ mouth. “And no summoner in sight. Must have been a novice…”

He takes another deep breath, and his face slowly contorts into a wide, manic grin, a low laugh escaping from his fangs. “Heheheheheh…. Hahahahahaha! Oh, I forgot how it felt to smell fresh air! And the scent of real humans… about time this rock got some new management!”

But first things first. Deimos is nothing if not calculating, and so his first target is a library. Anywhere with internet access will do. And as he walks, he can feel new power coursing through his body; delicious, glorious power. Exactly what he needs.

The doors to the library are blown open as he strides in, screams emanating from the few patrons inside. Annoying sounds. By the time he’s reached the computers, plenty of books have been ruined by fresh blood splattered across the building. But no matter, he’ll have plenty more humans to toy with. In due time. He can feel that this land is… attuned to him.

In which case. That makes things much more interesting~.

 

[WHYNAUT]

Aster blinks as she suddenly find herself standing in the city centre of Berlin. Almost no one notices her sudden appearance, only the student who almost bumps into her.

"Ah, I got in. Let's see..."

She teleports to a field of grass near the border of Poland. After a quick surveillance of her surroundings Aster transforms her left arm and swings it a few times, sending out razor sharp slashes of Shinsoo. She then focuses on her right arm as a breeze ruffles her hair. Aura envelopes her arm, forming into an edge. Then said edge moves to her index finger and starts protruding as if it were a claw and the same happens with her other fingers. She swings her right arm and Aura Slashes split the air as they are launched away from her.

"Hah! Pulled that one off in one go!" Aster grins, "Well the next one will take more work. But I should still have time."

"Yes, I can already see it so very clearly. An awakening of the masses."

"Oh! But before that I should remove this poison from my system. I wonder where that came from..." Aster says as she uses Photon on her insides to analyze the poison, figuring out the exact chemical reactions that are involved in it and neutralizing it.

She greatly boosts her speed and crosses the border to Poland at multiple times the speed of sound silently, without causing a sonic boom. Not long after, Aster reaches Szczecin and visits its prison. She uses External Devilfication and an enormous scaled serpentine creature wraps around the prison. Everyone inside is alarmed at this sudden development. While they're in a panic some would notice that they were starting to change.
While this was going on, Aster was in deep thought, developing her Hatsu.

"Start at level 1... can't grant them the ability to use Ten", she ponders as a small needle of Nen forms on her pinky finger, "add a permanent decrease in output..."

Everyone in the prison noticed that their bodies were changing at this point. They were turning into new lifeforms, something not entirely human. Several attempts at getting past the beast that coiled around the prison had been made, but no one was able to get through its hard scales. Those who tried to climb onto it were simply shaken off. Eventually all present humans had been turned into devils. Horns grew from their heads, their nails had become claws, they had grown tails, their teeth were now pointed and some had sprouted wings from their backs.

"Oh! It's done. Just in time. It seems they're all weaklings, but that's to be expected when I turn so many of them at the same time. Well, toodles!"

Every devil is suddenly transported across the border to Germany in an instant. They're spread out over several kilometers, confused and violent after their alterations. As soon as Aster gets back she teleports towards all of the nearby police stations. In each of them she focuses on speed, teleporting and tapping the foreheads of all personnel within the station with her pinky finger, injecting an extremely thin Nen needle. They all feel a sudden shock as their aura nodes open, resulting in their bodies becoming enveloped in aura. This is her first use of her new ability, Level-Upper.

After having visited all the police stations, Aster moves on to the nearest military base to try and do the same thing. While on her way she introduces 3 laws for her territory.

1. All residents in my territory work together to neutralize threats to said territory, doing only what they are qualified to do. Threats to my territory are defined as threats to the residents of my territory, threats to the integrity of my territory's borders, and threats to myself.

2. All residents know the rules of Level-Upper.

3. All residents know the basics of Nen and know the ways in which a beginner may train their Nen: [insert encyclopedia].

"Aaand done." Aster says, looking content with herself, as she looks down at the military base that was now filled with 'Nen users'. She smiles as some time later a number of soldiers are deployed in order to help the police deal with the devils that were on the loose. Among the deployed soldiers were a few who had already learned to use Ten thanks to the third law.

Aster's eyes glisten and she tells the giant cat that had come to her side: "I can already tell that this will be fun. Well then... I suppose I'll visit a few more places before properly introducing myself."

 

[Lou_change]

Defender appears standing deep inside Hölloch ready to take up their duty. They teleport to Geneva and decree, "All buildings belonging to International Organizations and their residents in Switzerland are now part of Switzerland's government, this information is not to be provided to other Nations, in addition I am now in charge of the country's government."

They then teleport to their west most border with Liechtenstein and place a white chess piece and do the same to it's south most border with Liechtenstein. "This has been the longest time without Switzerland invading Liechtenstein since 1968 so it is a shame I'll have to end the record by doing so intentionally." Defender says putting on a pair of bunny ears and starting to run over to Liechtenstein's east most border.

 

[DimeUhDozen]

3:00 AM. Mexico City.



Simmering onto the edge of a beach, interrupting a young couple's make-out session, is a creation much similar to a meteor. Only far more artificial. Curious, they begin to approach. Tip-toeing closer and closer. One attempts to poke it with a stick. Like a bird emerging from it's egg, the spherical object begins to crack and open. A slender, almost beautiful woman comes stretching out of the shell. Black goop drips down from her body as she yawns and scratches her rear before looking to the couple. Hm. She doesn't remember Xyab'r looking so... pathetic. Her craft seems to have drifted off-course. So much for a luxury flight. But what she doesn't know, is that this isn't just outside her star system, it's out of her universe entirely. But she pays this no mind. Merely sneering at the couple as they shiver in fright of her darkening armor and unnatural green skin. Giggling a bit to herself, she steps foot onto the sand and cracks her neck.

"Well, don't you two look cute."

GLOOHMP...

She raises her hands and two pools of black mass begin to spread across the sandy shores, gradually infecting, darkening the once romantic landscape, little by little, manifesting her influence. Stepping across the pools with little difficulty as the couple tries to escape, she curls her finger, and two monstrous beasts come emerging at her side to guide her. They lunge at them both while she does her lipstick and pops her mouth nonchalantly. Rolling her eyes as more and more of her creatures begin to rise. She spreads her mass across the city as the couples are consumed and more and more like them suffer the same fate. Wiping her hands, she keeps a leisurely smile as the extraterrestrial entity. In just a span of an hour, the world turns desolate. Demonic hounds roam the streets, all marching to the tune of doom. A deathly wind bellows as an ice storm covers the capitol, with the Queen of Mean stepping onto her makeshift throne in the middle of the square. Her beasties will do the rest of the work for her.

"I guess this could be mildly entertaining. In just a week... this world's gonna fall just like the rest..."

 

[Adem_Warlock69]

Transylvania, 9:00 PM

Disoriented and bleary-eyed, Maria sat up, struggling to comprehend her surreal surroundings.
Questions swirled in her mind, but the room seemed to close in, its walls murmuring secrets she had yet to grasp.
"Conquer the world? Why on earth would I do that? Where am I even?" Her voice dripped with disbelief.

Baffled, Maria ran her fingers through her hair, only to pause abruptly. Her fingertips felt cool, a strange vitality humming just beneath her skin. When she glanced down at her hands, a subtle change met her gaze, paler skin and sharpened features.
The mirror offered only emptiness, a haunting void instead of her reflection. Leaning closer, she examined her teeth, now sharper, more pronounced.

"Oh, I became a vampire. How original" Maria quipped, the weight of her transformation sinking in.

She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, but a sudden pang of hunger twisted in her stomach, sharp and insistent.
She could feel the hunger coursing through her, a relentless force that demanded satisfaction.
It was overwhelming, a raw and visceral need that threatened to drown out all rational thought.

Without a second thought, Maria tore through the walls, emerging into the cool night air of Romania.
Her senses heightened, primal urgency laced her voice. "Need blood..."
She knew she couldn't harm the living, even as her primal instincts tugged at the edges of her conscience.
There had to be a solution, a way to quell the hunger without causing harm to others.

 

[ThisThingisReallyBroken]

The trees shake. Hooves stomp through the mud, and squish the leaves beneath them.

“COME FORTH, MY CHILD.”

A frail, pale man stands in the forest. He wears nothing on his body, other than stitches and scars across his belly. Every breath he takes is labored.

“COME FORTH.”

The smell of sulphur and gunpowder fill the air. A large, bulky figure rides from the shadows atop a horse. Their dark metal armor rattles as they walk closer to the man.

“My daughter…Do you know what you must do?”

Romulus raises her gun high into the air. Her loyal steed neighs and stomps the ground rapidly. The man caresses the steel chestplate, before pointing to East.

“GO FORTH. MAKE ME A KING. THIS IS OUR HEAVEN, AND NO ONE SHALL SO MUCH AS BREATHE WITHOUT OUR SAY.”

Romulus nods, and loads her rifle. She blows the trees around her into smithereens as she storms into Dublin. Her arrival is swift. Her steed shatters the wooden doors of parliament. The screams of the people are quickly silenced by the booms of Romulus’s gun.

“…Tickle…Tickle…”

Viscera drips across the wooden halls. The scent of blood and steel mix into a sweet perfume that exudes from her armor. Romulus leaves her horse, and storms the president’s room.

Bullets bounce off her steel shell as she quickly slices them into two with her knife. Before the president could run, she grabs him by the collar and raises him into the air.

“Tickle…you…”

She gently puts her gun on the floor, raises the president into the air, and curls his spine out of his torso. Her fingers dip into the intestines she slathered herself in. She rips a small piece off. Romulus licks and bounces it around her mouth.

“…Ire…Kingdom…Father’s…”

Romulus quickly tosses him away. She sits on his chair, and opens his laptop. A thick cloud of smoke wafts into the room.

“Well done, Rommy! Let’s see what the computer has to say! What other kingdoms lie out there? Are there any threats…Anything my beloved daughter could kill?”

He investigates the computer for her, looking at the World Wide Web for any important info on nearby countries.

“ROM.”

Romulus snaps tilts her head to her father.

“Get off the chair. You’re going to break it, fatty.”

She quickly gets up, and grabs her gun from the floor.

“Go kill the little soldiers if you’re bored. We get stronger with every drop of blood you stain in that pretty little dress of yours. Don’t kill everyone. We can’t have a kingdom if all our peasants are dead!”

Romulus nods. She leaves the room, hops back on her steed, and dashes off to west. The gust of her steed running leaves the parliament in ruins.

“Idiot.”

Once there, Romulus decorates the quarters of every soldier in Ireland with their innards. She slurps their remains. Her muscles grow bigger with each piece devoured, until she notices a large armory.

“…Guns…”

Romulus enters, and grabs any piece of weaponry remotely useful to her.

 

[Paul_Frank]

A black mass floating over the forests of Sulawesi is suddenly struck by lightning. There was no storm, but despite that, the bolt still rang out, and split the mass open, and from it, dropped a masked woman.

"..."

They wordlessly look around the woods, seeing several animals scared off by the sudden lighting strike and by her presence, the divine aura radiating outwards

Quite the world.

The forests, nay, the entire country was already under her control, the wheels at its corners signifying that. So rather than setting out to take anywhere else, the best idea was to prepare at least somewhat, and so this was as good a place as any to start.

Nakya places a hand to the ground, and suddenly, the ground around her in a large area with the shape of a spider web, is sliced open with trees being uprooted and sent into the air before falling down.

"Nue."

A massive bird, or rather just a winged creature with a monstrous face and a tail, has several felled trees held by it, and begins flying over to the top of Mount Binaiya, and repeats the process, dropping off the trees there. To most however, it's invisible, meaning they just see trees flying around.

Utilizing her power to go around her territory at will, Nakya follows, and gets to work. A technology of a lost civilization, the ability to make a puppet indistinguishable from life, a copy of its creator good enough to replace them entirely. Rather than just sticking with one body, why not create multiple? And so that's what she begins, a project to mass produce autonomous puppet bodies, having Nue uproot trees and bring them to the mountain if she ran out, the other components were already with her in an unlimited supply.

As that's all happening externally, within the innate domain, she thinks up a few rules for the territory.

1. None are allowed to exit the country

As if to mark the creation of this rule, it begins to storm all around the borders of Indonesia, a violent storm that prevents sea or air travel out, and a supernaturally consistent amount of lightning strikes on land borders, although it's not like they'd have left without that. The storms would part and subside for any travel into the country however, before closing the borders yet again.

2. 50 people from every city and regency must be chosen and sent to the summit of Mount Binaiya

With those two rules established, there was nothing to do but wait, and so, she merely allowed her body to continue working while waiting for the citizens to arrive.

 

[CrimsonStarFallen]

Within the depths of a forest in southern Sweden.

A human wanders the peaceful flora and fauna of the early morning. Animals give him a wide berth, scared somehow. His long hair brushes against his robe as he stops, putting both of his large hands together.

Where he came from? No one knows. What he is? Inhuman, ugly not in appearance, but in soul. Old in appearance, older still in his mind. His objective? That is most obvious.

"Sensory Reinforce." Rings out his voice, a deep growl full of bass reverberates through the trees. All 5 senses are increased in sensitivity at least fifteenfold. The rustling of leafs falling on the ground 50 meters away, the trajectory of the air currents, the individual smell projected by every insect and critter... all within his grasp. His sense of LIFE itself is five times greater than before.

Within his zoomed scope of vision, thousands of meters away, he sees it. Sights of civilization. LIFE.

"Bodily Reinforce." Once again rings out his voice. A permanent increase of threefold to his body. Muscular density, bone hardness, the failsafes within his body more durable, his speed greater. Not one creature within this universe may compare.

Ignoring distance, Argon appears in front of the Prime Minister of Sweden, straight into the presidental office of Rosenbad. Before he could call out for help from his teleporting assailant, Argon dashes across the room and grabs him by the throat, his massive hands encircling all the way to the back of his neck. His nerves connect with the Prime Minister's, allowing him to say only what Argon wants to. No screaming, no call for help, nothing. Like a fragile little animal in his hands, completely at his mercy.

"W-Who... are you?" He manages to let out, after a certain few moments.

"I am the man who came from a land down under. I've crawled my way into this realm, and now hold your little pests within the palm of my hand."

His voice is calm, pitying and deep. He is delicate with his movement, as if the Prime Minister's spine was an eggshell.

"I am Archon, The Overman. I am that which is beyond human. This nation, which is rightfully mine, is under my command. Follow me. We shall all grasp it... the power of the FLESH."

Rule 1: Archon, The Overman is now the rightful ruler of the country, the Prime Minister now being his second in command.

He releases his grasp on the Prime Minister. The uncertain look on his face, yet no actions taken to oppose him, earn the smile of Archon, who crosses his arms.

"Call for an immediate conference. Interupt all programs running. Let it be known: all must see this."

"...understood."

They shake hands. The Prime Minister can feel his body's strength increase, his toughness go up several orders of magnitude, his mind feels faster than should be possible... and yet Archon's hands still feel impossibly tough, powerful. Dense. It only strengthens his shaking loyalty, if only for the fear it causes.

Archon sits in the seat used by the Prime Minister. It is confortable. There is much to do. Yet, with the break given before the conference is put together, he uses this time to Tinker with himself.

 

[Da3ggman]

Spain, 8 P.M.

A singular priest was doing his duty, getting ready the Cathedral of Barcelona for tomorrow's service, when he swore he could see....a glowing light coming towards him in the sky. He chalked it up to nothing, and continued about his duties; that is, until it finally reached him.

In front of him was a massive pillar of light that had instantly burnt the ceiling of the cathedral to ash, and quickly destroyed everything else around it, save for him. When the beam of light dispersed, there standing in the center of the scorched crater it made was something he could only describe as a Holy Angel. It's golden armor, heavenly wings, beautiful aura were exactly how he imagined it! Instantly compelled, he quickly bowed before the reverence of its divine being.

"Is it finally time, o Lord?! The reaping of our rewards for having followed you for so long?!" the priest asked in an excited and shocked voice.

"..." the figure seemed to ignore him, simply floating past and taking a good look at his surroundings. After a long pause of silence, he turned back to the man, resting his hand on the followers head, and said the last words he would ever hear.

"Be judged."

In an instant, the priest was dead; his internal organs had burst from the inside. Clearly, he was too impure to be left around.

Rule 1: I now rule this place in the name of my Lord. Any opposition will result in Judgement.

Rule 2: Submit and convert to my ways, so that you may join my glorious kingdom. Refuse, and you will face Judgement.

Rule 3: Spread blasphemy, and you shall face judgement.

His crosses were already set up, so all that was left to do was topple this forsaken place and its government, and redeem it in the eyes of his Lord: certainly different from whatever that blasphemer had been babbling about.

Let the Crusade begin.

 

[Overlord775]

In the mighty groves of africa, an entity emerges out of the very soil of the jungle. A ruler, a god of the living matter, an immense presence of a being that governs life itself.

He raises from the ground with wings of leafs, and lays eyes upon his territory, his kingdom, and judges each and every creature within it. He is dissapointed, this won't do at all, the creatures of this lands are weak, unfit for the great task at hand. He will need to make, adjustments.

On his giant, left arm, a blister-like bubble forms, and within it something is being brewed, live taking shaped at the microbial level. With that coming into shape, he leaves the musty skies, his form phasing out.

Commandment 1: Be not afraid of your king.
Commandment 2: Do not fear change.
Commandment 3: If you are strong bodied, or possess great intellect, follow the song of rebirth.

Kinshansa, the capital of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Brazzaville, the capital of the Republic of Congo, places on the opposide banks of the river their countries are named after. There, where the people were split by outside powers uncaring of them, is where the great re-unification will begin.

All 18,766 million people could hear, not with their ears, but their very cells, a melody calling to them, beckoning them. 17.07 millions answer the call, 1,696 millions shiver in fear but that will soon change, thousands flock to the call of their shepherd.

The first Signifier has been placed down, 3 to go.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

In China, Beijing, an event was taking place, a purple and gold robot was moving through the streets, some citizens thought it was an excellent cosplay, it gave off Supernatural irresistible curiosity and made people want to get close to take a photo, at one point one of The army officers who were passing by saw the robot, noticing how there were slowly more and more of them, the people who followed him before disappeared.

Like a fast virus, taking control of the body and consuming their minds, adding to his vast and almost godly knowledge, Rusty planned to turn this planet into an upgrade, evolve mankind, giving them superhuman qualities, he was going to save humanity but to do that they had to improve with him, the panic was appeased by Rusty power and the curiosity was amplified, with it its power grew more, like a feedback loop of stored power

After taking control over a lot of human minds and dispersing his troops to strategic points, in search of resources for improvement, he went to certain locations to make it clear to take the greatest amount of information and equipment,
using the power of Conect-Tek along with his Allomancy it was easy to improve himself with computers, weapons and connect to the network, with caution he also began to create new blockades and digital shields, after invading Tsinghua University, it was one of the few places with quantum computers, after merged with him, it allowed him to update his systems. A quantum computer is a type of computer that uses quantum mechanics to perform certain types of calculations more efficiently than a normal computer, makes use of the laws of quantum mechanics to process data.

After having visited all the police stations and prisons, the drones took the minds and bodies of the dangerous criminals, to transfer them to the primary unit, amped Rusty´s power, adding to this, Rusty introduces 4 laws for his territory.

Ruler 1: Rusty is his ruler, however the government will remain, simply all political matters will pass through his hands

Rule 2: Criminals who have committed a serious crime will be transformed and used for experiments, however those who have not done anything serious will be forgiven and will have a normal sentence

Ruler 3: industrial sites will be improved for the updating and construction of new infrastructures related to the study of metal, particle and computing accelerators and others

Rule 4: People who are missing limbs can if they want to be part of the SuperiorMakind project where they will receive improvements and recover from injuries in exchange for being used to experiment further, however this is optional

With these addictions, Rusty divided his mind into four tasks, improving his own territory, create new technology, building defenses and researching information from the rest of the world through the Internet and the use of the 316 satellites belonging to China.

 

[Torlikoff]

The computers sink into Deimos' flesh, their properties and functions absorbed into the demon. With them, his eyes open wide, processing the information they can access and searching across the world. He designates two of his brains to that task, and then two more to coming up with grand strategy and warfare tactics. This country, as he can feel, is under magical control. So he flexes...

And he appears else where, hundreds of miles away on the other side of the frozen tundra. Perfect. Seems things are going down across the world; He wasn't the only one summoned. Very well... It's to be a bloodbath.

Deimos holds up his arms. Residents of Greenland may note the change in the sky, as the moon itself is stained with crimson light. The snowing storm clouds pick up around him as a pillar of dark red magic erupts from his body. It splits off into globs of darkness that rain down from the sky, spreading across his new territory and spawning into monsters. Hulking beasts more than twice the size of a human, armed with weapons and bearing large spiked horns. he repeats the process under the light of the blood moon, teleporting around to Greenland's major cities and summoning legions of hellish creatures in his wake.

Of course, he appears in the prime minister's office. A finger gun is pointed at him, and Deimos grins.

"Bang~."

No more prime minister...Alas, he destroyed the chair and wall with it. No matter, he can find a better one. Sitting instead on the desk, he addresses the nation, which is awakening to screams and chaos as creatures of hell roam the streets.

“Hello. Your government is now mine. Don’t worry about that, I’m sure things won’t change too much from where they were before. Don’t **** with me and we’ll get along just fine. Or do. Really, I’m not that picky, I trust you all. And don’t mind the new population, they’re just here to make things run extra smooth. I’ll be seeing you all later, and I’ll meet some lucky few one on one for a good time. Have fun, all!” Deimos signed off without further elaboration, leaning back into his new desk and grinning.

“Damn, I’m good at this shit.” He said, before remembering to pull off the last step necessary to make things work. Instilling a new mindset into every person in the country, he wrote down the rules of the land into their soul.

1. The port is closed. Nobody in or out unless I say so.
2. No uprisings. If someone does that, don’t help them for a second.
3. Remember to have fun and be yourself! If you do something awful, do it with style.

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

With external defense dealt with by the populations of overgrown sea and land monsters, Kane directs his attention inwards. Of course, he has already established a few outline rules with his signifiers to prevent citizens from acting against him or telling the outside world about what has occurred, but it's not like him to simply leave them like this. Cherish the strong, strengthen the weak; what use is love of something if it can disappear in the blink of an eye? Anything worthy of love and attention must go beyond merely meeting the bare minimum of standing the test of time, it must become powerful and dominant in its own right.

In any case, he gets to work. While it takes a while for him to wrap his head around some of the technology this world has, it pays off tenfold as it enables him to simply record his instructions and use government channels to distribute it. The principles of spirit cultivation and the Undying Live Forever Technique are broadcast over every medium available with all citizens attentive to the program, whether it be man, woman, or child, even the sick, the elderly, or the disabled. As long as they can understand what is being said and act on it, that is enough. Of course, with this realm's lacking spiritual qi, he has to make some arrangements, quickly spreading a compound around population centers similar to his prior mutation powder but now targeting plants, enabling them to release small amounts of qi. There are much better solutions for this issue, but he's not able to act on them at the moment, so he makes due. He also realizes that he could use the rules of his signifiers to force people to cultivate in a certain way, but he decides against it, betting on chaos producing more interesting and potent outcomes.

Of course, the consequences of this are swift. Many people are simply unable to cultivate either method at all, and a not-insignificant number die in the following minutes and hours. Some even outright explode into a gory mess from the strain, but that's actually good news for Kane. Such people pushed through their lack of capabilities through sheer will, though to sub-par results overall, but it at least makes it so that he has less people to spend resources on later. The program he recorded and spread also contains instructions for a few low-end alchemy projects usable with household vessels, particularly his own plant mutation powder. Unless every single one of the 11 million people in this country has zero talent for alchemy, any product past the point of outright exploding in their face would be more than enough for his plan, that being to create a feedback loop of growth. The powder encourages exponential growth of plant matter and complexity, even introducing more spiritual elements to increase the qi density of the island. Such plants can, themselves, be used to create more of the powder, which then creates even more plants at an extreme surplus, enabling for the continual creation of more mutation powder while still overall growing the amount and complexity of herbs present by a great extent, allowing for them to be used in other projects.

With the growth of his own forces out of the way for the time being, along with the continual spreading of his prior mutation powder to any offspring of the creatures affected, Kane has some time to himself. His primary goal is to quickly increase his own cultivation base, but he's aware that he isn't the only one causing a ruckus in this world. It's mostly on the other side of the planet, but there's talk of strange happenings across the internet. Assassinations, unusual activities of large populations, etcetera. General chaos, though it's mostly limited to specific countries for now.

Weighing his options, he decides to expand eastwards, teleporting to the southmost edge of Cuba before flying into the air and over to the nearby island nation of Jamaica, though his somewhat lacking speed makes this a tedious task.

 

[DimeUhDozen]

"So booooriiinnng...

No one here's good enough to put up a fight. All cannon fodder."

It's been a while. Using a bit of telekinesis and willing manpower, she has completely restructured the National Palace into her own castle, her dark purple interior serving as a gloomy addition to the atmosphere. Sitting at her "strategy table", she places a chess piece on a giant map that she's had her newfound underlings record, far too subservient to her fearful appearance to do much of anything. Just the sight of her is enough to demoralize even their greatest soldiers. Those that weren't horribly mutated into her "Grimm", after all. She's been smart enough to spare a few with their intelligence in tow, taking what information they had gathered and examining them for her pleasure.

She's already assessed that this world is covered by seven continents with varying degrees of power. Of course, Mexico has fallen, but she wonders about the other countries. Spreading her influence wasn't exactly hard. They put up little resistance to her pools, after all. But she was born to fight, molded by the process of war. Sandra might've been a bit of a party girl, but she of all people knew that people wouldn't exactly be bred from the same cloth. Some were warriors and some were worms. Seems she's found the soil with the most worms then. Good for her. But she also aches for good old fashioned destruction. As long as she's here though, she might as well give her orders to her newfound slaves. Laying one leg on her table, and the other across it, she has her slaves broadcast herself using their communications tech across the nation. Something called... streaming. She appears before them, relaxed and swirling a cup of goop.

"Heyyyaaaa, Mexico! So, I was thinking, maybe we could do a little remodeling around here, because what you had before me? I dunno. It just wasn't really... cutting it, y'know? To those of you who aren't totally bound and to me and corrupted and yadda, yaddya, I'd like to set some ground rules.

Number One: You WILL fear me.

Number Two: Your lives are meaningless until I GIVE them meaning.

Number Three: Wash your goddamn hands after you go to the bathroom. If I come down there and I smell shit on your hands, I'll murder you.

Okiedokie, byeeeee! I LIVE IN YOUR NIGHTMARES CONSTANTLY."

Her face would unexpectedly show off it's wraith-like demonic features, smoke swirling about her form as she roared at the screen, ending the broadcast. That should give everyone some pleasant memories to remember her by. But that did beg the question, if they were easy enough to put into line, then what was the rest of the world like? Placing down her crystal ball, she would rub her hands before focusing in on the closest countries available. What she saw utterly disgusted her at first. The United States of America. Filled with already-present and weakening inner-conflict though ripe with what they believed to be superior technology. She saw politics, she saw gluttony, she saw spite. Already, she saw it was attracting her Grimm. Placing a finger to her lips, she shook her head and indicated that it wasn't time yet to strike. She would go searching around until she came across Cuba but -- she was also picking up some interference. Quirking a brow, she couldn't exactly sense as much as she thought she could. That was troublesome. So, this world really did have more than expected. For once, she'd have to think upon this. Her simplistic mindset was just kill, conquer, kill, conquer, kill, corrupt. But this was testing her. She actually had to think this time. God, she HATED thinking. At this moment, she would only go ahead with the order to construct more Grimm Pools. Grow her army, grow her Grimm. Build up her resources until the time was right. She would create new Grimm and new abilities. Cover all her bases until she knew just what she was dealing with...

She was becoming more like her mother. And she made her despise this even more.

 

[YungManzi]

"“All hail our new queen, Vaera! Hurray!”"
"Hurray!!"
A crowd of people surrounded me with small window-like objects in their hands. I'm... really not sure what's happening exactly.

In less than 10 minutes of my arrival in this curious land, a place that houses huts which stretch into the clouds, I was suddenly referred to as “Queen”.

8 minutes ago. 2pm. Toronto; Canada.

"What is this place...?" I say to myself.

I am surrounded by manmade structures of which I've never seen before. How peculiar.

"Excuse me sir, what is this place?" I ask a random passerby I happen to catch in the bustling stone paved streets.

"The street?" He asks.

"No. This city." I say.

"Oh... haha." He chuckles nervously. "This is Toronto."

"Toronto?" Never heard of it. Considering this situation, this must be entirely different from the world I'm accustomed to. At least... that's the conclusion I've come to.

"Yes... and by the way... those fake ears look pretty real." The man comments.

"Excuse me? What kind of elf would fake her ears?" I say to the man, taking an authoritative tone of voice. This is a human after all, as an elder, I have to make sure he learns his lesson.

"Elf..?" He says with a puzzled gaze. What? Has he never seen an elf before?

Wait. As I look around the grand city, I see monsters that weren't ever visible to me in my previous life... and shudder as I see their innumerable ugly figures. These are...

Curses born from the negative emotions of humans.

Disgusting and evil beings who are nuisance to any and everything. How could anyone possibly stand to be in such a city surrounded by these things??

As I feel my discomfort rising I feel the information regarding my newfound power flow into me.

"I have some rules I want you all to follow." I say quietly, my voice echoing in the heads of all Canadians

1) "Everyone!! No seriously harming each other."

2) "No being negative!"

3) "No aging."

4) "No dying."

"Let's get along everyone!!"

I know what I'll do... I'll put a stop to all of the negativity of this world and unify it. No matter what.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Venice, Italy ​

"Ah...this is the life~"

A middle-aged man rests atop a folding chair on the sandy shores near the coast line, the sun shining warmly atop his tanned chest. A pair of sunglasses adorned his bright yellow eyes, his Hawaiian shirt fluttering ever so slightly in the breeze. A soft smile adorned the wrinkles on his face, the man clearly enjoying his brief moment of relaxation....

One he knew would not last.

"...Well...let's get the boring stuff out of the way first...I suppose." The man said. Slowly, almost lethargically, he stood up from his chair, folding it down and gripping it at his side. He took a deep breath...

and in the next moment, he was flying. His glasses fell away from his face, his bright eyes shining with an unnatural intensity as he rocketed up into the cloud layer, turning to stare down at the country that would be the base of his operations. Despite being so...so far into the air...he could sense them. Sense the people on the ground, going about their lives. Sailors departing from port...artisans grinding at their chisels... businessmen and women rushing to and fro the busy streets.

He would make this painless.

"...CITZENS OF ITALY!" His voice boomed with an unnatural intensity, as he gave his commandments to those below.

"...Congratulations! you've been chosen to be a part of what will soon be the GREATEST country in Europe. Your new Father is here." He said.

Commandment 1: We're doing a little remodeling to the power structure here. Anyone who isn't me is, unfortunately, at the bottom. Any matters of national policy, warfare, things of that nature, there going through me now!

Commandment 2: I am OFFICIALLY disbanding the army. Every general, every foot soldier, all of you, go home. Kiss your kids. I'll take it from here.

Commandment 3: Keep calm and continue as if nothing changed. I don't need riots on the streets.

And....Commandment 4:

The man took a small breath, before raising his hand.

You will all surrender a portion of your souls to me. Anyone who enters my borders shall be taxed for one year of their lifespan.

And it began.

From all corners of the country....every city...every home...a small sphere emerged from the chests of every living being...it hovered there for a moment....before flying into the air...the sky soon decorated with glowing green balls of ever-shifting massless energy. They spun around each other, flitting amongst the clouds....

before moving towards the man in the center of the sky. He folded his arms...regarding the mass of souls in front of him.

"...And now...to make a proper army." He muttered. He sighed...this would certainly take a while.

 

[Backbackback]

Wasteland they'd call this place, sometimes even say it's something worth conquering. But... there's always peace amidst the chaos. The snow blows past as the wind raises it's silencing breeze. Wild bears, any animal that could live at such a desolate environment didn't bother to come out...

Footsteps. Normally this could be a description of some terrifying warlord that conquers the country or some... light novel character with a stupendously long title or description about a single letter of their name, but there were just normal treads, just normal footsteps.

"Эй, помни, зачем мы пришли сюда. Три медведя, вот и все. (Hey, remember what we came here for. Three bears, that's it)" said a person— a man with sheep's clothing far thicker than any normal fabric.

Bearing next to him was another man, rifle at hand, it's metal slowly creaking at the sheer cold. Rubbing their hands together through layered gloves, the other tried to wrap his hands upon the trigger of the gun, just making sure not to accidentally fire it and kill someone with a stray bullet.

As they make their way towards the dead trees and white bushes, only two bears were found. Unfortunate as it was, there's just no way to control them— not like they have a species controller or any probability manipulator, as if the future's arriving like a dad looking for "milk" for his son who definitely did not left.

Two bullets, two dead fur animals. "Наконец, еда (Finally, food)" one of them muttered, bearing a slight smile on through his mask. Hope's not as dead as people think it was. Hard as life could be, some could give in to the harshness but others are just trying to get by, wanting to do the most before they succumb to the inevitable freeze.

But they would hear something... sizzling— like boiling water— in a distance. "Что это там? (What's that over there?)" asked the man, placing the flesh and fur of the bear on a trolley-esque box, pulled by a some metallic item, tugging it before looking at his partner for confirmation. "Я не знаю. Может быть, именно туда пошел другой медведь. (I don't know. Maybe that's where the other bear went)" replied the man with the gun, grabbing something cylindrical from his pockets before aligning it with the rifle and sliding back— a scope. "я сначала посмотрю (I'll have a look first)" said the man, before adjusting his face to meet the gaze of the scope.

There were footsteps, one treaded across a hazy fog. Either these were here because of them— doesn't make sense, or they were made by someone else— kinda makes sense, or by something else— now that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, they don't know what to do.

The two men gave each other a look, both nodded, and went towards the path. Across the distance, they'd hear the same sizzling sound getting closer as the other man prepared to shoot whoever that thing was...

But it wasn't a thing. Rather, a person...

A woman, slightly tanned in color, bearing short black hair, navy blue eyes, and black nails. She wore clothes to cover her nether regions, forearm and shins were as well clothed, with two large dress-like, wing-esque fabric sewn onto them. Despite almost all of her skin being exposed, this woman wasn't bothered by the cold at all.

She was... sitting next to a bear, the latter lying down on four limbs, relaxed by her presence. Around the two men, the snow was slowly going away. It was the steam emitted by her, controlled so as to not kill the bear nor the two hunters in one go.

"Ч-кто ты?! (W-who are you?!)" screamed the man, his gun pointed towards her. As if this day wasn't getting any better, magic was the last thing he and the other guy would've thought of happening.

Preventing starvation and fighting against the cold was their daily motto, the mantra they keep telling themselves about on their day-to-day, a way to struggle despite the futile effort. And just to see this woman walk around, be this immune to the cold? Just plain unacceptable.

"Расслабься... Я здесь не для того, чтобы причинить тебе боль... (Relax... I'm not here to hurt you...)" murmured the woman, raising her hands.

The two would slowly hold both her arms and take her away from the bear without hesitation. As much power as she held, the woman didn't have thoughts of the rest of the Warlords.

Soon, she was thrown into prison after prison, taken to every police across Russia, just to finally meet... Vladimir Putin.

"Я много слышал от тебя... (I've heard lots from you...)" said the President, having the woman tied to some steel chair cuffed and gunned with all sort of weapons, surrounded by men at arms.

"У меня было видение... Видение, как эта нация подвергается нападению. (I had a vision... A vision of this nation being attacked.)" she muttered, looking down at the table.

The room was not as spacious, filled with all sorts of complex contraptions supposedly built to withstand anything— though that wasn't really the case in terms of her.

"Что вы пытаетесь сказать?" asked Putin, his arms crossed. There was little doubt that what she was saying is true. I mean, seeing and hearing all the things she did: creation of large creatures with mere hand waves, having the power of sunlight, and even controlling the concept of mitosis. This was nothing but extraordinary, and yet... it wasn't.

"Я имею в виду, что есть и другие люди, подобные мне, пришедшие в этот мир. (What I'm trying to say is that there are other people like me who came to this world.)" she replied politely, "Я не уверен, как, но... Это мое предположение, и оно, вероятно, верно, учитывая обстоятельства. (I'm not sure how, but.. it's an assumption of mine and one that is likely to be true given the circumstances)." she continued.

"Тогда почему ты не нападаешь на нас? (Then why aren't you attacking us?" he asked, "Если у вас есть сила, то почему вы ее не используете? (If you have the power, then why aren't you using it?)"

"..." looking at the president, her eyes showed no violent thought nor any form of ill will. "Потому что... Не надо друг друга обижать.. (Because, there's no need to hurt each other).." she replied with honesty.

"Власть предназначена не только для того, чтобы убивать.. (Power is not just meant to kill..)" the woman continued, "И если есть что-то, что должно убить, так это враги... (And if there's something meant to kill, it'd be enemies..)"

Breathing out, she clasps her hands and lowered her head a bit, "Дело в том, что врагов не существует... (The thing is, there's no such thing as enemies...)" shaking her head at the face of taking over the world. "Правда в том, что их ни у кого нет... (The truth is, that nobody has them...)" looking at the president at the eyes one last time.



"Никто в этом мире не заслуживает боли... (Nobody in this entire world deserves to get hurt..)"

Those were the words unheard of by a person with such power. But her eyes told everything but a lie, nothing of any evil...

Only the kindness of her heart, for the people of this country.

With that, the President raised his hand and let the soldier free her shackles, before the woman handed her a contract. On the paper, three rules were written.

It reads [Translated]:

"To the people of Russia, I am Zlata Jughey. As you are currently hearing this, the entirety of Russia should be encased within three layers of gigantic walls.

Me and the President, alongside the cabinet members have discussed the matter in accordance with me being its supposed "ruler"— a title I would hate to call myself.

But alas, there would be three rules imposed from now on:

1. All citizens of Russia will have their body modified to be "Hamon" users and Titan Shifters.

2. The Paths are granted to each subject for a private or public instant communication, allowing for information to be sent rather quickly whenever or wherever you may be.

3. Promoting peace and harmony is our agenda, we can welcome outsiders taking refuge from other Warlords. Negotiations are must before armed conflict.

I hope all you may accept these rules accordingly."

There was a signature of both Putin, the cabinet members, and Zlata herself.

Upon noon of the same day, this issue was broadcasted across all of Russia, with social media getting all the wild about the rumors.

And as stated, four signifiers were made across all four directions prior to the public mass speech.

However, there were many things Zlata had to cover in case of such a day that she would have to fight...

A sigh she made, before sitting on the endless sand, staring at the massive tree— the Paths.

 

[Da3ggman]

Arthur spent a little of the night walking through the countryside of Spain. Sure, he could have arrived at the president's residents in less than an hour, but then again, why miss out of converting some of these natives to his religion?

"And so I ask of you all, reject all of these false teachings in the world, and accept the one true belief! Our Lord loves us followers dearly, and he will surely love you too if you only come along!" He told the crowd of people that had surrounded him. For some reason, they couldn't help but be mesmerized by his passion and voice, as if they were being physically pulled in by his sermon. One older gentleman, however, wasn't having it.

He began yelling at the angelic figure, "HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT TO STRAY ALL OF THESE YOUNG FOLKS AWAY INTO YOU'RE CRAZY CULT?! YOU OUGHTA BE-" In the middle of his sentence, he felt something pierce his chest, as his vision faded to black. Arthur took his transformed sword out of the old man's chest, and whipped it around in the air, cleaning all of his blood off of it. After the cleansing was done, he turned them back into their usual gauntlet form.

"Disgusting cretin. Know this, unenlightened ones: I will show no mercy to those who beseech the great Lord's name! They will be struck down in an instant with swift and brutal justice!" the warlord shouted, accompanied by the cheering and agreeable of the people, who moments prior would've tried to arrest him for even the thought of something that atrocious.

12:00 P.M.

The president was sleeping soundly, not knowing of the immediate danger that soon would arrive at his doorstep. He awoke to the sound of blaring trumpets, and the chanting of ancient songs that he didn't recognize. He jumped out of his bed to look out the window, only to be greeted by Arthur floating right behind it.

"W-Who are you?! This is illegal you know!" the leader claimed, attempting to de-escalate the situation that had clearly somehow started. Naturally, the warlord wasn't much of a "taking commands" guy.

Crashing through the window, he flew across the room put his hand around the president's neck, squeezing it and lifting the poor man up in the air. "I don't follow the rules of lowly men; in the pursuit of salvation through my Lord, nothing is off the table. Do you understand?" Arthur asked the leader, who at this point was reduced to little more than a sniveling begger grasping for air. Sure, he couldn't say anything due to the warlord's grip, but one look into the defeated man's eyes told him all he needed to know.

The armor clad angel threw the former leader to the ground, leaving him to suck up as much air as possible. "Glad we could come to an understanding. Now, let's get started!"

"This is going even better than I had hoped, my Lord!" The warlord exclaimed while kneeling, seemingly talking to nobody, "Though, I sense that there are others who are on a similar mission to rule over this world; not that it matters of course, for I will have your incredible power on my side!"

 

[Lou_change]

12:00 PM
Defender returns from their trip not bothering to try reaching the North border of Liechtenstein.
As of now I am not entirely sure if claiming another country has any secondary effects. So for now I will wait plus I forgot to add some rules.
Defender yells out 4 decrees, "I shall only be referred to as 'Alex'. All who enter Switzerland's territory are to obey all its laws. All Government buildings formerly belonging to International Organizations are now to bait as many people into Switzerland as possible. No one can leave Switzerland without my permission all flights that go over our airspace are to make contact with our airports to land safely."
All that's left for now is looking for information on the world wide web for signs of the issues I was told this world would be facing.
Defender goes back to the computer they looked at earlier and sees something happened in Mexico it's not specific but it seems more than they are ready for at the moment, several blogs mentioned changes in government or something with several states. Defender doesn't really understand the complexities of politics their job is to defend so for now they are going to try guiding people to the best case scenario before stepping back.

 

[CrimsonStarFallen]

"Supreme Leader, the conference, it is ready. We can start in 5 minutes." Says Prime Assistant Joseph, from comms.

"Indeed, it is..."

The office has been completely retuned from its original look. All previous decorations meant to express pride or beauty have been removed, as Archon does not require nor desire such shalowness. It is a veritable workshop of great proportions, outfitted with many machines meant to measure nescessary details for tinkering, as well as keeping up with the latest world news, with particularly talked about stories beaming into his brain.

Regardless, all potential bodily modifications of the LIFE variety granted by blessing are all active at once, and may be disabled at any time, as is the case with The Eyes of the Corporate. Such modifications surely make the insides of his body even more inhuman than they already were, a welcome development by Argon. Further developments are put on hold until more time is had, it was quite the tiresome process to do so.

"...it is time."

Argon instantly moves to the recording studio within Glasgow used to film the message. The military still looks uncertain of his presence, as expected, but comply for now under orders. The red light of cameras shine on. He speaks in swedish, with translations for all other possible countries being underway. Most of the world sees him for the first time within these few moments. His body is tall, his hands large, as is his hair and beard. He looks to be in his late 40s, having built quite a lot of muscular mass, yet is quite lanky, all things considered. His eyes are a deep black, almost an abyss that does not betray the amount of knowledge held within.

He speaks to the masses, for the first time.

"Good afternoon to the citizens of Sweden, as well as any other international citizen that may be watching this broadcast at the moment. I'm sure each and every single one of you have many questions about what is currently happening within the world at this moment. After all, I am not the Prime Minister of Sweden."

He places both hands together, fingers interlocking and crossing one another.

"It may come as a shock that beings existing beyond the laws of nature have decided to invade this world, blessed by powers beyond mere mortal comprehension. We have come to take what is rightfully ours... this world itself."

The tension within his voice cannot be misplaced at all.

"Alas, as you should be aware, many of these beings are barbaric, disgusting creatures of nature, tearing at the spheres of life itself, and for what? Derranged beliefs from imaginary Gods, when we are already creatures beyond nature itself? A maniacal sense of humor? Forsooth, within powers that transcend understanding also comes personalities and evils more vile than mere flesh like you could understand."

The veil of calmness and professionalism slowly falls to reveal an intensity like the sun, yet a darkness impossible to distinguish from the night itself.

"Indeed, I would not fault those of you watching to fall into despair. Mutually Assured Destruction would seem inevitable in this scenario. Yet fear not. I, the Supreme Leader of Sweden, Argon, the Overman, side with not only humanity, but all forms of life within this planet. My objective within the land that is rightfully mine is simple. I wish to remove all limitations from mankind. To grant each and every single one of you, watching, the true power held within the Flesh inside us all. I can cure any and all diseases found within this Earth, I could remove all limits within biology, halt aging, give strength to any and all citizens. A true expression of free will. Beyond just your protection, I desire for each and every single one of you to transcend your human form as I have! Only then-!"

He pauses for a second, takes a breath, and composes himself.

"Only then, will the violence, finality and pain have no sway over any of you. That is my ultimatum: Project Mankind. I know many of you must have questions, of course. I only ask that those of you watching will trust me-"

Rule 2: All citizens within Archon, The Overman's nation must, sooner or later, attend to Project Mankind's stages.

"-and to stay ready. I will not watch idly by as other nations fall apart due to unrelenting evil. To other nations, specially those under commands of others such as me, I can only plead that you see reason and join forces with me, for the interest of the continued survival of LIFE and that which should transcend it. Should you refuse... I am saddened to say I shall be forced to utilize force to bring understanding to others. And for that-"

He points to the screen.

"-I would need your help, deer citizens."

Rule 3: All citizens that have participated in Project Mankind shall act as reserve units within the Armed Forces, ready to act as nescessary if needed.

"It is a path that is unconfortable, bloody and horrific, yes. Yet such feelings must not stop us. It is nescessary, for the continued survival of LIFE. I am afraid to say, this path must already be taken this early on, despite it all."

He straightens his posture, takes a pause, and continues.

"Our neighboring nations, Finland and Norway. I shall only say this once. Accept my ruling as Supreme Leader, join forces with me and become a fuller, greater creation. Refuse... and despite all mercy I have within myself, I have only one warning to give."

Archon locks his eyes with the camera, deeper than before.

"You'd best tread lightly."

End of transmission.

 

[Backbackback]

Wasteland they'd call this place, sometimes even say it's something worth conquering. But... there's always peace amidst the chaos. The snow blows past as the wind raises it's silencing breeze. Wild bears, any animal that could live at such a desolate environment didn't bother to come out...

Footsteps. Normally this could be a description of some terrifying warlord that conquers the country or some... light novel character with a stupendously long title or description about a single letter of their name, but there were just normal treads, just normal footsteps.

"Эй, помни, зачем мы пришли сюда. Три медведя, вот и все. (Hey, remember what we came here for. Three bears, that's it)" said a person— a man with sheep's clothing far thicker than any normal fabric.

Bearing next to him was another man, rifle at hand, it's metal slowly creaking at the sheer cold. Rubbing their hands together through layered gloves, the other tried to wrap his hands upon the trigger of the gun, just making sure not to accidentally fire it and kill someone with a stray bullet.

As they make their way towards the dead trees and white bushes, only two bears were found. Unfortunate as it was, there's just no way to control them— not like they have a species controller or any probability manipulator, as if the future's arriving like a dad looking for "milk" for his son who definitely did not left.

Two bullets, two dead fur animals. "Наконец, еда (Finally, food)" one of them muttered, bearing a slight smile on through his mask. Hope's not as dead as people think it was. Hard as life could be, some could give in to the harshness but others are just trying to get by, wanting to do the most before they succumb to the inevitable freeze.

But they would hear something... sizzling— like boiling water— in a distance. "Что это там? (What's that over there?)" asked the man, placing the flesh and fur of the bear on a trolley-esque box, pulled by a some metallic item, tugging it before looking at his partner for confirmation. "Я не знаю. Может быть, именно туда пошел другой медведь. (I don't know. Maybe that's where the other bear went)" replied the man with the gun, grabbing something cylindrical from his pockets before aligning it with the rifle and sliding back— a scope. "я сначала посмотрю (I'll have a look first)" said the man, before adjusting his face to meet the gaze of the scope.

There were footsteps, one treaded across a hazy fog. Either these were here because of them— doesn't make sense, or they were made by someone else— kinda makes sense, or by something else— now that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, they don't know what to do.

The two men gave each other a look, both nodded, and went towards the path. Across the distance, they'd hear the same sizzling sound getting closer as the other man prepared to shoot whoever that thing was...

But it wasn't a thing. Rather, a person...

A woman, slightly tanned in color, bearing short black hair, navy blue eyes, and black nails. She wore clothes to cover her nether regions, forearm and shins were as well clothed, with two large dress-like, wing-esque fabric sewn onto them. Despite almost all of her skin being exposed, this woman wasn't bothered by the cold at all.

She was... sitting next to a bear, the latter lying down on four limbs, relaxed by her presence. Around the two men, the snow was slowly going away. It was the steam emitted by her, controlled so as to not kill the bear nor the two hunters in one go.

"Ч-кто ты?! (W-who are you?!)" screamed the man, his gun pointed towards her. As if this day wasn't getting any better, magic was the last thing he and the other guy would've thought of happening.

Preventing starvation and fighting against the cold was their daily motto, the mantra they keep telling themselves about on their day-to-day, a way to struggle despite the futile effort. And just to see this woman walk around, be this immune to the cold? Just plain unacceptable.

"Расслабься... Я здесь не для того, чтобы причинить тебе боль... (Relax... I'm not here to hurt you...)" murmured the woman, raising her hands.

The two would slowly hold both her arms and take her away from the bear without hesitation. As much power as she held, the woman didn't have thoughts of the rest of the Warlords.

Soon, she was thrown into prison after prison, taken to every police across Russia, just to finally meet... Vladimir Putin.

"Я много слышал от тебя... (I've heard lots from you...)" said the President, having the woman tied to some steel chair cuffed and gunned with all sort of weapons, surrounded by men at arms.

"У меня было видение... Видение, как эта нация подвергается нападению. (I had a vision... A vision of this nation being attacked.)" she muttered, looking down at the table.

The room was not as spacious, filled with all sorts of complex contraptions supposedly built to withstand anything— though that wasn't really the case in terms of her.

"Что вы пытаетесь сказать?" asked Putin, his arms crossed. There was little doubt that what she was saying is true. I mean, seeing and hearing all the things she did: creation of large creatures with mere hand waves, having the power of sunlight, and even controlling the concept of mitosis. This was nothing but extraordinary, and yet... it wasn't.

"Я имею в виду, что есть и другие люди, подобные мне, пришедшие в этот мир. (What I'm trying to say is that there are other people like me who came to this world.)" she replied politely, "Я не уверен, как, но... Это мое предположение, и оно, вероятно, верно, учитывая обстоятельства. (I'm not sure how, but.. it's an assumption of mine and one that is likely to be true given the circumstances)." she continued.

"Тогда почему ты не нападаешь на нас? (Then why aren't you attacking us?" he asked, "Если у вас есть сила, то почему вы ее не используете? (If you have the power, then why aren't you using it?)"

"..." looking at the president, her eyes showed no violent thought nor any form of ill will. "Потому что... Не надо друг друга обижать.. (Because, there's no need to hurt each other).." she replied with honesty.

"Власть предназначена не только для того, чтобы убивать.. (Power is not just meant to kill..)" the woman continued, "И если есть что-то, что должно убить, так это враги... (And if there's something meant to kill, it'd be enemies..)"

Breathing out, she clasps her hands and lowered her head a bit, "Дело в том, что врагов не существует... (The thing is, there's no such thing as enemies...)" shaking her head at the face of taking over the world. "Правда в том, что их ни у кого нет... (The truth is, that nobody has them...)" looking at the president at the eyes one last time.



"Никто в этом мире не заслуживает боли... (Nobody in this entire world deserves to get hurt..)"

Those were the words unheard of by a person with such power. But her eyes told everything but a lie, nothing of any evil...

Only the kindness of her heart, for the people of this country.

With that, the President raised his hand and let the soldier free her shackles, before the woman handed her a contract. On the paper, three rules were written.

It reads [Translated]:

"To the people of Russia, I am Zlata Jughey. As you are currently hearing this, the entirety of Russia should be encased within three layers of gigantic walls.

Me and the President, alongside the cabinet members have discussed the matter in accordance with me being its supposed "ruler"— a title I would hate to call myself.

But alas, there would be three rules imposed from now on:

1. All citizens of Russia will have their body modified to be "Hamon" users and Titan Shifters.

2. The Paths are granted to each subject for a private or public instant communication, allowing for information to be sent rather quickly whenever or wherever you may be.

3. Promoting peace and harmony is our agenda, we can welcome outsiders taking refuge from other Warlords. Negotiations are must before armed conflict.

I hope all you may accept these rules accordingly."

There was a signature of both Putin, the cabinet members, and Zlata herself.

Upon noon of the same day, this issue was broadcasted across all of Russia, with social media getting all the wild about the rumors.

And as stated, four signifiers were made across all four directions prior to the public mass speech.

However, there were many things Zlata had to cover in case of such a day that she would have to fight...

A sigh she made, before sitting on the endless sand, staring at the massive tree— the Paths.

With a wipe of her hand across the sand, the map of the world was shown. Filled with markers of her own country. Assuming that most countries had been invaded, like China and Africa for example, it would be common sense of people who conquer to start with such a big country.

But, there would have to be a way for her to make sure that her people would have a bastion to run into....

And so, with some "time"— if it even exist on the Paths— she made up her mind, wiping the map away before a mass of titans appear amongst the sandy dunes of endlessness.

Without time passing, she'd return back to the real world, with a few bodyguards arriving at her supposed Throne, a normal chair.

"Лорд Злата— (Lord Zlata—)" one of the guards said, kneeling down.

"Пожалуйста, не называй меня так... Да и вообще, что это такое? (Please don't call me that... But, anyhow, what is it?" she asked, tilting her head as she approached them.

"Президент уже анонсировал контракт. Солдаты и массы ждут приказа.. (The President had already announced the contract. The citizens and the soldiers are awaiting orders..)" one of the guards said, walking on a spacious hallway.

There were still some decorations here and some over there, with posters of Zlata being shown in a very kind manner. Even drawings of kids showing the gentle and good-natured attitude the woman showed for the people of this nation, now unaffected by the sheer cold shackling them for so long.

The tyranny was gone, now replaced with people living in peace but very much aware of what would happen. All were told about the people like her who would want to take away that peace, but taught to show kindness in spite of the chaos outside the walls.

And thus, every citizen were taken aback to the sandy planes— The Paths— were Zlata was sitting on a chair, finding each person seated well and fine— no restraints at all.



[Note: I got tired of translating...]
"W-where are we? Are we in that Paths that the President mentioned?" asked an old man.

"Yes. All of you here are taken to the Paths. I figured this would be the best way to convey all the information I could say within an instant...." said Zlata politely.

"NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL A TRUE GIGACHAD MOVE!" yelled an influencer, with many shushing him up as Zlata cleared her throat.

"Ahem. To keep this short, I- no, we are trying to find an emergency refuge in case of an attack. We are currently looking out to other countries for support and to work together so that we'd help preserve peace. If we have to fight, then we'd have no choice but to.

At the end of this session, the Philippines, Japan, and Antarctica would be our first three negotiations.

If all goes well, I hope we can settle things in a nonviolent way...

Before I go, I just like to say that... I love all of you..." with a smile, everyone clapped.

Back to the real world, Zlata clasps her hands together and made a duplicate of herself— mitosis. Bearing the same abilities, this duplicate of Zlata would soon gently exit the Grand Kremlin Palace, taking the shape of a bird before duplicating into three, performing multiple negotiations as they flew away.

Before suddenly...

Lightning struck all three of them as giant collosal titans spawn from thin air before starting to swim on separate oceans: one towards Antarctica, another towards Philippines, and the last towards Japan.

The first was Antarctica...

In just a few hours, she would soon arrive at the continent where most people don't even live— or rather have a permanent home to stay on— but could very well be the perfect refuge for people to stay should she find any lost wandering ships in the ocean.

Steam melted the ice that collosal titan came in contact with, Zlata standing on top of its back as it continued to swim. There were multiple people on a particular settlement having raised their fishing poles as makeshift weapons.

"H-hey don't come any close!" yelled a man, with a child hiding behind him as the collosal dissipated, leaving behind a skeleton, with Zlata slowly walking towards them with hands raised up. "I'm just here to negotiate, nothing more..." she replied politely.

"If so, then, how come you got here without a boat?!" asked the kid.

"Well, it's a long story, it's best if we discuss it at your house..." she replied.

For hours, she discussed the same issues with the warlords and her vision of providing help as well as giving protection to the entirety of Antarctica.

"I'll give you food and shelter, alongside protection. And I'm asking nothing in exchange..." she replied, "I mean, maybe just one, I just need you to help me make a more peaceful world. To show that not violence is always the way, y'know?"

The man slowly looked at his kid, his son, one who currently sleeping on Zlata's legs as she's smiling patting the kid on the head as he snored.

"I'll... take you to our leader... you should discuss those with him. But, overall, I'm with you on this, Miss Zlata..."

"Thanks..." she smiled and lowered her head in gratitude.

Hours later...

"So what's your saying is that there are people like you with special powers who wants to take over the world?" asked the leader— an elderly man, sickly, and a coarse voice— sitting on a chair full of pillows to support his head.

"Yes, sir, there are... Or at least, I assume there are..." she murmured, "B-but even so, I will need your help. You and every scientist or researcher who are here at Antarctica. They may return home not knowing that their country had already been conquered..." she exclaimed, her eyes distressed and worried.

"Calm down, girl. I am with you... This Peter over here told me everything about your goals. Heck, even some of the kids are happy about the things you promised..." chuckled the leader, before coughing, which Zlata rushed in and patted the old man's back gently.

"I promise you and everyone, that I— no, together, all of us will change this world for the better... You have my word, Sir..."

And as per usual, Zlata snaps her fingers and summons millions of titans to cover the entirety of Antarctica, placing each signifier on all four directions.

Negotiation #1: Complete.

 

[Setsuna_tenma]

Paris France

"Where am I" Fin asked.

"Bon costume, " he heard voices said.

"Costume, je suis pas un cosplayer." Fin replied back in french.

"Am I back on earth or some alternate version of it. Doesn`t matter anyway not that I cared about that dull dimension." he thought to himself.

"Okay first up, time to make some rules." he said.

Rule 1 : All the people in my domain shall worship me as their god king

"That should be enough for now. Ruling by terror is inefficient and straight up mind control is dull and is inflexible." he said before heading out to learn more about the situation of this place with the people following and praising him as their god

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Rusty had obtained the necessary Data from all over the world, disconnecting from the internet he moved around his recently built temple with connect-tek over analyzed the situation, he had detected several attempts to improve human life by other super powerful rulers, but He noticed something, he felt as if everyone knew that truly winning the hearts of the people without their powers was nearly-impossible, the record shows what humanity is like, some have probably done the same as him, although they does not take away free will but affects people so that They followed them without reproach.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm" Some drones took very injured humans and animals for the optional improvement process, they were very few, people from the streets mostly, they had no money or home, that's why they genuinely accepted, that's why their improvements will be painless, new parts mechanics, replacing the damaged ones, in addition to starting to use hemalurgy to work with the spiritual energy of people

Bhutan was his next move, he went directly to the country, he had thoroughly analyzed all the information, when he arrived he began to mark the territory personally, however he also sent several human ambassadors to the Bhutanese government offices, being guarded by the enhanced soldiers with a technology they never dreamed of, negotiations began.

He had been given the information and the current state of the world, some countries had their original politicians, others were replaced by people who don't seem to be looking for war but a couple of countries like Mexico could bring an end to global peace.

Bhutan will remain its own country but under the protection of China.

Rusty had finished pondering one last territory marker in the southern part, each marker being protected by turrets and warriors ready to defend the country.... Rusty is not considered himself as something so supernatural and too complex like God, but something different, a hand that guides people but maintaining their free will, they live their life, not him.

 

[WHYNAUT]

Aster had successfully spread Level-Upper to the police stations of major cities in Germany and to most of the remaining military bases. Afterwards she took a breather, lying down on her giant cat.

"Phew, that took a lot out of me. I expended a lot of aura and all that teleporting is dizzying." She tells the cat as they float through the air. She looks down upon Berlin.

"Well, I'll be fine if I just ignore the first two laws of thermodynamics. Turning this vessel into a perpetual motion machine would be quite convenient", she muses. At that moment Aster locates the Federal Chancellor, who was on their way to an emergency meeting. "But I digress. I'll go meet with the big shots and then I'll grab some lunch, perhaps a salted bagel."

The country's leaders had just started their meeting when snow white feathers started falling down around them. "Be not afraid." Surprised they looked up and saw so many eyes looking back at them before a blinding light started to irradiate the room. Everyone present covered their eyes until the light dissipated. Hesitantly they dared to glimpse at the being that had materialized among them. There they saw Aster, angelic wings sprouting from her back, a serene look upon her face, and eyes that seemed to reflect your very soul.

"Be at ease. I mean no harm." Aster says with open arms, as if she were about to embrace everyone.

"Wh-what are you? Uh, I mean who?" The most obvious question has been asked.

"No, no. 'What am I?', is the right question. Though my name is Aster." She gives the man who asked a smile, "I'm sure you have realized that beings not of this world have started manifesting. My mission is to help those who are willing to take my hand, to offer protection to humanity. To be your guardian angel, as they call it." Aster calmly explains with a soothing voice.

"According to our intelligence all 'supernatural' beings that have appeared have been aggressively taking control of the countries they were first sighted in. Why should we believe you?" Another speaks up.

"Yes, it's only natural that you would expect the same from me. You are aware that these beings are capable of exercising a compulsory influence on the countries they appeared in, correct? And you are also aware that the same has happened her in Germany, no? That is my doing. I'm sorry to impose upon you and your people, but it seemed like the best option to keep this country from collapsing and to prepare it for the dangers ahead. I could have made myself the ruler of this country, a tyrant without opposition. I could have closed the borders and robbed you of the ability to make choices for yourself. But I have no interest in such things. Humanity is dear to me, and I would never wish it harm."

"...Even so, we don't know what you're capable of. And even if you were speaking the truth, what if you changed your mind? You wield far too much power." They were of course still wary.

"That is why I do not intend interfere with you. That is why I granted Nen to those who are dedicated to protecting your country. So that you may stand up to the forces of evil yourself. I will let you take all decisions for your country that you would normally take. I will not take on an authoritative role, only a protective one. If you require my aid, you may request it and I will lend my hand. If you want nothing to do with me, I will leave you be. My primary concern is extending my protection to as many people as possible." Aster pledges with a hand over her heart, doing a little bow towards the end.

Everyone in the room silently exchanges looks. "Very well, we accept your proposal, but it will only be a temporary state of affairs. We are in a state of emergency right now, so we'll discuss this more thoroughly at a later date."

"I am glad to hear that. You have my gratitude. Due to the situation requiring immediate action, I humbly request you to help me with one thing. To effectively defend against the beings that invade your world, you will need a group of elites that are unaffected by the compulsory influence of these beings. I think it's worth trying to rescind their citizenship and to take away their homes as a precaution. Only the residents of a country can be bound by these supernatural laws, after all. I can quickly create such a team thanks to my ability to sense how much talent a person has for using Nen. Please consider it." Aster makes her plea.

"I don't kn-" One starts, "I agree with that idea. There's already demons rampaging in the east. There's...!" An argument breaks, but eventually they decide to abide by Aster's request.

After teleporting back to the eastern parts of Germany an evil aura explodes from Aster. She holds her hand before her mouth, which had twisted into a sinister smile. "PF! HahAhahehHaaa...! Humans are so interesting. They are so powerless and yet they try to negotiate as equals. Aaahhh, I love them so. All their debating even left me with enough time to put the finishing touches on my new ability. The perfect tool for creating my team of elites."

Yes, due to the limited amount of time I needed something to accelerate the growth of an individual.

She looks on as the soldiers and police take out the last of the devils that she had set loose. Some of them were already at level 5. Soon Germany would become a nation of Nen users. She teleports to Stadelheim Prison and uses Photon, using In to hide it even from newly awakened humans. Each and every person within the prison's area is analyzed as the photons pass through their bodies.

"Jackpot. That's an amount of talent unrivaled among the police officers and soldiers. A true genius. Let's see... gangs, members of organizations, corrupt personnel... I think I've got everyone. 'With the help of personnel that had received Nen from corrupt cops, Nen also spread among the inmates'. Yes, I just have to turn a few of them into devils and by using them as puppets... Alright, that should work as a cover-up for now. And while things unfold, I should come up with a solution for the permanent decreases in my aura output."

An hour later the majority of the people in the prison are dead, blood stains the walls, and mutilated corpses are scattered around. The survivors are lead by a man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Through systematic extortion and slaughter, he had already reached level 9. His name was Aaron Meer, the Nen genius scouted by Aster.

 

[Adem_Warlock69]

Transylvania, 12:00 PM

With a chuckle, she muttered to herself, "Talk about a surplus. I guess I won't be causing any blood shortages tonight."

Surrounded by refrigerated units, each holding bags of donated blood.
She couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer quantity, a testament to human compassion and generosity. Yet, it also weighed heavily on her conscience.

With a wry smirk on her lips, Maria picked up another one. With a mix of dry humor and sincere relief in her voice, she reflected,
"Becoming mist certainly has its perks." Her newfound abilities had certainly aided her in slipping in unnoticed.

With the final drops of blood replenishing her, Maria felt a surge of vitality, pushing back the gnawing emptiness that had threatened to consume her.
Seems like she had found a way to manage her insatiable hunger, at least for the time being.

Setting the now-empty bag aside, she straightened up, taking a moment to collect herself.
"Alright, let's try to piece this together." She began to sift through her memories, trying to make sense of the disjointed fragments.

"So, I was in my world... and then something happened" she murmured, brow furrowing in concentration.
"A voice, clear as day, echoing in my mind. It sent shivers down my spine. Who could have such power? And why me?"
Was it some omnipotent being, a puppeteer behind the scenes?

"Alternate Earth" she mused, shaking her head as if to clear the mental fog. "These other warlords... Are they like me? Ordinary people thrust into this?"
Folding her arms in thought. "If they're anything like me, they're probably just as lost and bewildered."

The mention of implementing laws tugged at her thoughts. "And these laws... Implementing them? How does that even work? Do I just... make a checklist?"
She recalled how she had discovered her newfound abilities. It was a matter of concentrated thought, turning her intentions into reality.

Suddenly, a holographic-looking list appeared before her. A list, a guide to shaping this new world, laid within her reach.
With it, she could establish rules, molding the very fabric of reality. It was a power beyond imagination.

She envisioned how this power could reshape the world. No more crimes, no more accidents. The eradication of hatred, discrimination, and cruelty. The potential for a utopia, a realm where kindness and compassion reigned supreme, seemed almost within reach.

"It's like holding the reins of the universe itself. This... this is my chance to make a difference"

But with such immense power came a profound awareness of its dangers.
A single misjudgment, an unforeseen consequence, can lead to widespread and long-lasting consequences.

"Let's start with something simple"

...

She let out an exasperated sigh. "They definitely didn't prepare us for this in high school."

"Okay, let's see... Rule 1: Mandatory taco Tuesdays?" With a wry smile playing on her lips, Maria thought,
"No, no, that's probably not going to cut it. Although, it might boost morale."

"Maybe I should start with something more... practical" Maria pondered, her finger tapping her chin in contemplation.
"Like, no loud chewing in public places. That's a universal annoyance, right?"

"Or how about this? Rule 2: Mandatory karaoke sessions for all political leaders. That should keep them on their toes."

Despite the lighthearted banter, Maria knew that these decisions were far from trivial.
With a final chuckle, Maria left the room, the List still waiting for her input.
She knows that when the time comes, she will have to make choices that will shape this new reality for the better.

Pulling out her phone, extremely grateful to see that it was still working.
"Let's see if any of these 'Warlords' left a digital trail."

 

[Setsuna_tenma]

"Well the others have arrived. There are already reports of strange happenings everywhere around the world." Fin said to himself.

"Okay time to go build my army" he said in an army site.

"Let's upgrade this jet" he said at one of france military jet.

He began to first use his transmutation powers to make it more sleek improving its armor. Then he began to use his runes on it. Putting Runes of protection, speed, invisibility and power. Making the jet invisible ,stronger, faster and packing more punch. Time to reinforce all the major armaments. He then went on to try to reinforce the various tanks with his powers giving them the same runes except for invisibility.

"Shit it's tiring" he said tired to manually enhance every tanks.

"Let's see what the others are doing." he said using the DGSE to inform him of major developments.

 

[Lou_change]

I wonder are the issues are new rulers like me
As Defender thinks about the possibility they check if the Swiss Confederation has any connections to the farthest point in a cardinal direction of their neighboring countries.
Liechtenstein and Austria I know no one took Liechtenstein but Austria I don't know.
As Defender thinks they teleport to the border.
Nope, well it's not exactly popular, Let's check Social media.
Defender goes back to the computer.
Check what's happening in Austria because they have borders with Germany and Italy.
Scrolling thru the feed they stop at a link to an article titled something weird is at the German border.
Germany... I swear if I see a swastika, I am going t...
Defender clicks the link and is relieved by what they saw.
A giant tooth! Not a swastika, but I does confirm my theory. I wonder what it's from
Intitating dental scan
1%
14%
26%
42%
57%
69%
81%
99%
100%
Dental scan complete
Tooth appears to be the canine tooth of non walrus member of Carnivora scaled up at least 23x based on them saying it's human size
Conclusion: Intimidating

 

[WHYNAUT]

@Lou_change

[Just FYI, in this case the tooth would be in the southernmost part of Germany, which doesn't border Switzerland.]

 

[Lou_change]

@Lou_change

[Just FYI, in this case the tooth would be in the southernmost part of Germany, which doesn't border Switzerland.]

[Ah Google's top search results failed me. I tried rewrite it to work better hopefully it works with you]

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

Kane is quickly and stealthily able to place his signifiers on the cardinal extremes of Jamaica, using his divine sense to suppress the normally thunderous noise given off by his supersonic movement and overall presence. He furthermore uses a black mask with green veins to cloak his appearance as a whole, effectively becoming invisible to any mundane sense and very likely any of this world's existing technology, though the latter is aided by him being human-sized. As he does so, he also leaves the environmental and cultural modifications he enforced onto Cuba to take hold here, and constructs a part of a formation he has had in mind, though looking at his map he still has a ways to go before it is completed, as he heads westwards to the Cayman Islands.

These incredibly small countries are also claimed by him, though as they were all one country it took longer than anticipated. He repeats the process as he had done for Jamaica before teleporting back to the center of his Territory in Cuba. In only a few hours, over a third of the country's population has died or been severely injured due to cultivation or alchemy accidents, but the remaining individuals are capable of a moderate degree of success. Kane finalizes the formation, a faint veil of light momentarily surrounding the three island nations before dissipating, leaving no outside trace. That is, however, unless one has senses attuned to spatial disruptions or that are simply extremely acute, in which case they'd discover an intangible, transparent structure surrounding the Territories, appearing like an iron wall with innumerable symbols and scenes carved onto it. Looking at the space from above, it would appear entirely normal, as if nothing had changed about the region, and the slight application of force necessary to break through the formation's walls means that external surveillance is no longer a problem.

This is his Divine World Refining Formation, a little something he cooked up while traveling. It enables him to treat everything in the designated area as if it were in the inside of an alchemy cauldron or pill furnace that he mans, enabling him to manipulate the conditions of the internal space, or "put a lid on it" to conceal what is present. It's not perfect control by any means, he it has limited offensive utility at the moment, it is still exceedingly useful, as it allows him to aid the growth of appropriate spiritual plants, beasts, and cultivators through tuning their environment and, primarily, increasing the speed of time threefold. The latter is also good for him as he gets to work on increasing his personal power a tad, though he does intend to see if he can create something usable by his juniors.

As for news coming from the region, it is abnormally quiet. Intelligence agencies stationed in the region were overrun and eradicated very quickly by aggressive plant growth and mutant animals, the latter of which has also resulted in the disappearance of dozens if not hundreds of sea vessels around the Gulf of Mexico. Octopi that can unzip the bulkheads of cruise liners and dreadnoughts with their barbs, fish large enough to swallow small yachts whole, the works. Furthermore, the presence of mutant avian species similarly disrupts any and all plane flights through the region, though some military vehicles have been able to escape intact. Aside from some more crackpot-sounding claims, nobody reasonable should expect that one of the Caribbean nations is involved seeing as how they are directly affected by it in a number of ways, at least on the surface, and unlike in many other Warlord-occupied nations, there's no talk of their own occupation, should it exist. Of course, a particular Sandra Doom has reason to believe that something is happening regardless considering her prior visit.

 

[deonment]

A strange man in a strange land. That is where [REDACTED] would find themselves, in a place entirely alien to them, for it and it were still constrained by even the most basic of form. Then it began to understand and through understanding felt the objectivity of this reality "Zero point five. This world is much too objective, hiding the truth behind lies and lies behind truth." It was at this moment that it noticed the people around it suffering due to gazing upon its false-form. Some went mad, some simply fell unconscious, while others bled from their seven apertures. "With such a value, this world may allow for the blossoming of true life or even possibility itself. Though it seems as though others do not know the true value of a world such as this, and wish to pick the unripe plum and eat the seeds."

"I suppose I should deal with this." Drawing upon the power they were granted over this land they would instantiate temporary commandments to allow for them to ascend those with potential in time.

1) This false-form does not exist, you shall not see me, speak of me, or hear me. The space within what you designate a 10-kilometer radius of me holds these meanings as well.
2) Do as you usually would, as though the events which have occurred due to my appearance did not Go about your days as usual as though all that came about due to my sudden appearance did not occur.
3.)You shall not willingly leave my domain.
4a) The above commandments are false meanings which bind only the unenlightened or those constrained by basic form
4b) This covenant may only be known to me and those who have been gifted the blessing of meaning or truth. Sadly it will also apply to those who exist within the above designated radius.
4c) Those bound by this covenant shall cease all movement and shall answer my questions with meaning, and shall obey my meanings with action.

Upon these commandments being enstated, the chaos about him stilled, as all of the capital of Chad simply just ceased in movement, whether man, animal, bug, or plant. "As stillness comes from possibility, the ouroboros bites its own tail." It would say before disappearing from the city streets.

It would reappear within a space without content which was entirely flushed white, "As I have suspected, my egg-world seems to have temporarily reverted to its original form. Though it may set back some things, it should not affect my goals too majorly as it still kept its starting value of 1.3." It raised its hand and began casting a spell.

While the other arm seemed to disappear from the white space and reappear on Earth, where it previously stood. The arm despite being seemingly detached from the main body, moved in a manner that mirrored the arm that was still attached, creating an ethereal connection between the two realms. The space around the detached arm began to change. It was beginning to become more and more suffused with white, and those in it began to feel an otherworldy embrace and yet began to perish as their form unraveled in a manner that could be compared to bringing deep sea fish into space.

But some of them adapted to it and began to change. Their forms were unraveled yes, but what did form matter when form is subject to meaning, and they already knew what they were. As the space got whiter and whiter, the changes became more and more developed but had not reached the boiling point yet. As for now, they took on false-forms that appeared as beings that could, in theory, be traced to Earth, but were too "mutated" to be able to be recognized at first look. Out of all those who lived in the place [REDACTED] would come to learn was the capital of a country called Chad, only about 30 survived, including non-human life.

But that conversation was for later, and now [REDACTED] was still too busy creating the nexus between its egg-world and Earth and did not notice the degree of crossover occurring between the two already.

 

[Overlord775]

The governament body is much like a living organism, you take over the head and the rest will follow. That, is what happened to the two Congos, as its leaders have been taken, and make to see the rightfulness of his quest. One country was starting in his hands, and the other is now too.

The first batch is complete, the tools to start the expansion, relatively rough but they wil do for now.

Workers, strong and mighty, covered from haad to toe in a protective, purple beetle-like exoskeletons, they will build the infrastructure that is needed. They also double as guards, possesing impressive offensive capabilities.

Scouts, nimble and stealthy, of incredibile perception and speed, cloaked in biometal grasshopper exoskeletons, they will scour the surronding countries for threats. Of course, this is also while carrying failsafes to safe them.

And lastly, the Creators, the brains to the latter two's brawl. For while Yorsha possesses great knowladge and wisdom, one single entity cannot know everything or be everywhere at once, so they will help their father with some tasks. They will help cover some lacks in his expertises, such as technology, which while not innate to human biology, is a very important aspect of their nature regardless. Many may call it an deviation from nature, it is fundamentally no different than Paguroidea using shells as shelter or Acanthaspis Petax using dead insects as armor.

For now all has been kept underground, not much for his actions to be picked up upon, as he understands that much is happening all over the world, curtaisy of the fact humans pretty much had already turned themselves into a pseudo-eusocial specie. News travel fast, as fast as physics will allow in fact, and there's hundreds of eyes spying at the world from up in the sky.

Even more than that, Yorsha can feel a great lot of changes happening in the biological components of the world, some good, some bad. Especially worrying is that he can feel a massive stir in the lifeforce, over a million souls had just been snuffed out, and to add to that not even a thousand kilometers from his territory... this won't do, this won't do at all, a malignant force in relative proximity...

Commandment 4: You shall not betray your king, nor its kingdom. You will not aid foreign powers, unless they are allied with your king.

The king himself moves out, teleporting to the border of his territory with the The Central African Republic, for he needs to quickly form a buffer between his domain and that entity's. He goes alone, as he cannot risk his plans being discovered, his will moves will be untraceable.

 

[ThisThingisReallyBroken]

“Romulus! Have you returned with your new toys?”

A smell of sulphur and metal waft in the parliament. The walls quake. Furniture bounces from the floor as Romulus gallops her horse into the room. In her left hand, she carries a bloody sack of metal

“Good girl. Let me prepare the people now! The world will watch the kingdom of heaven shine into this world, with me as it’s God.”

The pale man walks to the balcony, and a horde of people wait outside. An ocean of people shift and yell at the top of their lungs. Molotovs fly into the parliament.

“Murderer!”

“Look what you did to our boys, you bastards!”

Romulus points her gun to the crowd. The barrel heats up, smoke pumps into the air. She pulls the trigger and a singular cylinder flies into the horde. Black vapor wafts into the sky as many in the crowd have been reduced to ash in an instant. The crowd falls silent.

“PISSANTS! LISTEN UP! FORGET YOUR PAST LIVES. IT IS DEAD. YOU NOW HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF LIVING IN MY KINGDOM. THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN…

The pale man waves Romulus away. She steps behind him, her gun lowered.

“THERE ARE BUT THREE RULES…”

He raises his hand, and holds one finger up.

“ONE: BETRAYAL IS PUNISHED BY DEATH.”

His hand holds two fingers. The crowd whimpers.

“TWO: ALL MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN WILL BE CONSCRIPTED INTO THE ARMIES OF HEAVEN.”

The man coughs, and spits out blood. Romulus wipes his cheek gently.

“…THREE…YOU WILL BREATHE ON MY SAY. YOU WILL DANCE WHEN I WANT PLAY, AND YOUR SOULS LIVE IN MY HEART. I BLESS YOU ALL.”

The pale man walks away. He curls his finger and smacks his lips to Romulus. Everyone in the crowd murmurs words of upmost obedience as he leaves.

“Romulus.”

Her head tilts to her father.

“There are many kingdoms like us. Other…

He grits his teeth, and spits on the floor.

“FALSE…gods…Idols that have brainwashed the lambs I deserve into their flock. They are all over. You will exterminate them.”

Romulus breathes heavily. Her finger lies close to the trigger of her gun.

“Do not worry, though. I have built a machine that will create more servants. Sons and daughters. Children of god! They will aid you as we march into the valleys of darkness.”

The pale man walks over to the center of parliament. A large, black circular ring filled with purple energy pulsates at the heart of the house. He points to a lever.

“I am too weak to pull this lever Romulus. Use your brute strength to create our kingdom.”

Romulus slowly walks to the lever, and yanks it down. The halls shake. Outside, the clouds swirl before a pillar of light hisses out of the ring. Every living creature in Ireland’s flesh warps away. Screams echo across the landscape as their bodies twist into new shapes. They morph into many different creatures. Mankind, in the visage of Ron’s father. The light quickly fades.

“Perfect. Get me my laptop.”

Romulus grabs the president’s laptop, and hands it to her father. His hands slowly type the words “Cabinet of Engineers.” The screen glows, and a counsel of bird-like men look at the camera.

“To any of you who maintain your consciousness, make my armies machines of death. I want large mechs, please.”

They slowly blink their eyes.

“And build me a portal too. I want to send ambassadors to other pretenders as well!”

He turns off the laptop.

“Rom, you shall wait until the army is ready before we march to the next kingdom. Be a good daughter and drag anyone you can catch in parliament, please. We have a meeting.”

 

[Torlikoff]

Hmm. Things could escalate. Time to lay out some ground rules with his fellow overlords, perhaps. Deimos floats into the air from the castle he’s been busy forming out of nearby buildings, and shoots in the direction of somewhere a little more neutral. It’s not something he can afford to spend a long time on personally; many things to do, after all. But he can at the very least do this!

Up at the North Pole, Deimos extends his newfound magic. Supremacy. Domination over the world itself. The ground shakes as he reshapes it, summoning up a building from his own world. It’s a large hall, protected against the elements and rather cozy looking to boot, with a fire pit and round table inside. Perfect for his guests; he’s expecting nothing less than the finest taste from political rivals. And if they disappoint… well, priorities.

Once this is done, an avatar of himself is left in his place, semi transparent. Only a fraction of the ability, but it’ll be enough. Deimos himself returns to Greenland to continue construction of a nation fitting a demon, compelling the enhanced workers he’s gathered up this far. His demon generals are still acclimating to his blood and gloom, not quite ready yet, but soon.

He accessed the social media account of the prime minister, whose remains he absorbed. He had quite the understanding of this country and politics, and that included access to certain resources. Jumping onto twitter dot com, he decides to send out a message on that and every other social media the man has, along with a few government only channels.

Anyone paying attention to the world stage would notice this.

"If any of you fellow warlords would like to talk, I've just constructed a meeting hall for that exact purpose. So come on over, let's have a nice chat by the fireside and discuss this oh-so-complicated political game that we've all found ourselves in. Find me in the north pole, waiting for you with open arms and a willingness to talk things out."

In the meantime, the real Deimos sets up a small squadron of blights and monsters, taking them with him as he heads off to the nearby country of Iceland. Bringing a blizzard of cosmic proportions with him to keep the sun away, he makes quick work of anyone who notices him on his little warpath. The quick trip makes way to an even faster conquest as he begins placing his markers over the tiny country.

 

[WHYNAUT]

Aster approaches the group of survivors, descending from the sky with her speed decreasing drastically as she reaches the ground. Most electronics in the area spontaneously stop working. Aaron is the first to notice her and alerts the group, holding his hand up.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"The one who orchestrated this. I have come to offer you freedom."

"For what price?" Aaron's face is expressionless.

This one is quite understanding. Aster smiles, "Join me as elite Nen users who stands above the masses." She holds out her hand as if inviting Aaron to a dance.

"Screw that!", one of the inmates steps forward. He's a large man in his early thirties with a crooked nose and the eyes of a person that acts mostly on impulse, "With this power I can live my life however I wish."

"Sorry, but I'm afraid I can't simply let you leave. This is all top secret. Very hush hush." Aster shrugs.

You could almost see the man pop a vein. Aura flares up from him and without saying anything he rushes towards her faster than a Greyhound, arms stretched out to grab her. Aaron makes no attempt to stop him, while the rest of the group still doesn't know how to react.

"I'm going to crush her throat!" Is what was going through the man's head as he was about to wrap his hands around Aster's neck.
NAGARAJA
But before he could do as he intended, his torso was pierced. Aster lazily gestures upwards with her hand and the man starts floating into the air, blood staining his clothes. Aaron's poker face finally gave way to confusion as the group looked on.

"Use Gyo. focus your aura around your eyes." Aster calls out to them.

They look back at her and then at the gruesome display of the man struggling to get free. Aaron is the first to somewhat successfully use Gyo and he sees a gigantic Indian Cobra has formed from her aura. It crushes the man's skulls and starts to swallow him whole. To those who entirely failed to use Gyo, it would seem as if the man was erased from the world bit by bit. After the man disappeared, Aster undid her ability. Her aura seemed to expand slightly.

"You can all still become much stronger. Join me." She holds out her hand again.

Aaron looks at her blankly for a second before cracking a smile and grabbing her hand, "Gladly."

---

A few hours later the group was in an abandoned warehouse they had moved to, along with a few more promising recruits. Aaron stood in front of Aster, the volume of his aura larger than ever.

"Well, what do you think? Green Willow, the ability to induce growth in life, is quite useful, yeah?" She looks proud of herself.

"This is amazing! This incredible vigor, this feeling of strength could easily take over a person. Thank you." Aaron responds with a sense of reverence almost.

"Oh, it's nothing. Really it only worked so well because you have incredible talent. Hehe." Aster scratches the back of her head.

"No, that's not what I meant. You have given me freedom, you have erased my past, you have given me strength, you have taught more about Nen upon my request. And all of that in exchange for me doing what I do best. I couldn't be happier." Aaron says with a grin.

Aster is silent for a moment. She looks at Aaron, at rest of the prisoners that had come along, four in total, before speaking again, "And I will give you greater strength yet, all of you. but there's something I need to do first. Be right back."

She teleports to her northern signifier, which is located near the Hindenburgdamm. With her control over electromagnetic radiation she practically makes herself invisible to technology. She walks towards the large tiger tooth and then stops.

"Come to think of it, I haven't opened a single door since I got here. I've just been teleporting all over the place. But that doesn't work outside of my territory. I should think of something to get around that. Door. Door... a door." Aster thinks to herself.

She decides to focus on the security of her signifier first. It came quite naturally to Aster as she was familiar with the creation of barriers through Shinsoo and manipulating her En was a peace of cake at this point. All of this was helped along by being an Emitter. She had created a shroud of Nen around the signifier that contained her En. The tooth served as an excellent anchor for this ability. She quickly teleported to the other signifiers to do the same thing.

"This way I'll at least know if anything happens to them. Maybe I could expand this to create some form of barrier around the entire country... Anyway, tme to go back."

Aster blinks back into the warehouse. Her underlings are somewhat startled as they had yet to get used to that.

"Toss me a bagel." She holds up her hand.

"Here ya go, boss." The only other girl in the group throws a bagel at her and Aster catches it.

"Nice. All right, let's get back to your training. First Green Willow, after that Devilfication."

 

[Da3ggman]

3 A.M

Arthur sat in his new office, redesigned to fit the image of his god. It was beautiful! He had to admit, for beings so uncivilized, they knew how to make something shine! Clearly, the Lord had great plans for this place and its people. But more importantly was what his intelligence said about the other being in this world, just like him.

“So, where are these other entities located?” Arthur asked the president sternly. He had decided to spare him, if not for making the process of Spain’s integration easier, then for his neutrality on religion.

“U-Uh, well, we believe that they are located in various countries across the globe. One of interest would be the person now ruling our neighbor France.” the president replied nervously.

“What about him worries you? With thr support of our Lord, we have nothing to fear!” He boasted.

The former leader pulled at his collar, and prepared himself for what was to come. “That’s not the problem, sir; the issue is that he claims to be god.” The president said sheepishly to the now appalled warlord.

The rage in the air coming from the apostle was palpable, until it all exploded out. “HE WHAT?! I can understand following untruthful beliefs, but to call yourself our Lord is INEXCUSABLE! I WILL HAVE HIS HEAD ON A SPIKE FOR THIS INSULT TO HIM!” yelled Arthur, infuriated at the audacity of this fellow warlord. He continued, “I was planning on doing this a bit later, but I can handle this amount of sin no longer! I shall set it up so that everyone will learn the martial arts of our Lord: The Ripple and Qi! We shall judge and obliterate all of the heretics of this world in the name of our savior and God!”

With that, he sped out of the room, leaving the former president dumbfounded and confused at to what he had just heard. “Ripple? Q-Qi?! This guy is insane! But for some reason, everyone’s following him like a blind puppy! Ugh, I suppose taking orders from him is better than dying….barely.”

 

[YungManzi]

50 minutes have passed since my arrival to this strange world and in that time I’ve made an effort to make myself more familiar with its rules and the way it works.

The internet. A web of information and social networking which is nigh infinite. Even if I took hundreds of years to comb through every little detail of it, there’s no way I could absorb anything.
It appears that other like me have popped up around this world… very strange abilities.

“Miss Vaera..?”

“Yes, prime minister?” I responded to the Canadian prime minister, as I’m currently sitting in his office.

“So… to be clear, according to your theory, there have been supernaturally powered individuals spread across the world and a giant war would soon come through their conflicts with one another?”

“Yes.” I feel like since I was summoned, I’ve become a lot more intelligent somehow; but this is the situation as I understand it.

I believe the absolute control I have over Canada is also something that these other individuals can also do.

“Ah.. how frustrating.” I wish I could just talk to them and prevent anything from happening.

“What is it, my queen?” The prime minister asks.

“It seems like my control over the population is limited to Canada, because that’s my territory, so the obvious choice would be to expand my territory as quickly as possibly.”

“How would you expand?”

“I need to plant more trees in other countries.” I say with a smile.

Now, I should hurry for the safety of this world.


I summon the giant bird Nue and jump from the prime minister’s window who carries me from Toronto to New York where I plant a tree from my home. Apparently, it’s something that only I can plant.

After planting it it’s now almost an hour since I was summoned.

 

[ThisThingisReallyBroken]

“…Agh…”

A creature sits on a bench outside of parliament. He reeks of feces and stale coffee.

“Where the hell did you find this one, Rom”

Romulus shrugs. She pats the creature on the head. His pale, paper like skin peels off as she caresses it’s head.

“Can you speak?”

“AGH!”

Father’s places his hands on his cheek and sighs. He grabs a notepad from a desk, alongside a pencil, and hands it to the creature.

“Can you write?”

“AGH!”

The creature grips the pencil tightly. It jots down the words: “Help me.”

“Good. You will work. I shall call you, Richard.”

Father fixes Richard’s tie.

“Romulus! Is my portal ready? I’ve just received a message in the President’s twitter account saying Greenland wishes for negotiations.”

She hops off her steed, rushes into the next room, and pulls out a machine draped in cloth. A small, red rectangular box is revealed as Rom removes the curtain. Father shakes his head.

“…Put him in already.”

Rom tosses Richard in the machine.

“AGH!”

Father looks at the machine, and finds a little screen. He taps a little screen.

“Green…land…”

A smile spreads across his face. The machine rattles, and a quick red light flashes within the machine. Smoke fumes out of the empty box.

“Romulus! Are my mechs ready?”

She nods.

“Perfect timing. I want you to ride out to Northern Ireland. A pretender country claims a piece of God’s kingdom to be there’s! Let us reclaim it.

Father hands her a simple red cloth. A signifier of sorts.

“Take this and shove it in their territory as well.”

Romulus hangs the cloth by her waist. She pats Father’s head, and gallops out of the parliament. A group of mechs made of black steel and bone follow her to Northern Ireland. (UK)


@Torlikoff

The smell of burnt meat, stale coffee, and feces fills your halls. A small red light glimmers across you. Richard appears, with a small notebook in hand. There also lies a little device on him. You hear the scribbles of a pencil as Richard writes his thoughts down.

The notebook reads the message:

“I DIDN’T WANT TO COME. HE MADE ME. PLEASE DON’T HURT…”