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Ber'herek — Sector 60-GammaPopulation: 3.4 million.Security rating: "Low-Interest Zone."Surveillance: "Negligible."
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To Gorgon satellites & drones surveillance, this sector was but a puzzle piece in the working classes towers of footnotes.To the One King, it was home.
He carried weight like it was nothing.
Not the divine kind — but bags of synthetic potatoes. Crates of recycled water packs. Broken hoverpanels on old grav-bikes.
To the children in the lower tiers, he was just the "Old Man Hoodie."To vendors, he was a regular ghost who helped clean up after market stalls collapsed.To the city?He didn't exist.
"Easy with that one, Grandfather," a teenage girl called as she struggled with a rusted load-cart.
He didn't speak.Just smiled with his full hearted aura.
With a small twitch of his pinky finger — invisible to all — the anti-grav units inside the cart miraculously rebooted, and it began to float again.
The girl blinked. "...Huh. I thought that thing was dead."
He shrugged and kept walking.
He never asked for thanks.But they gave him scraps anyway.
Plastic tokens. A warm synth-loaf. Sometimes even a patchwork glove.He kept every gift like it was sacred.
Later that day, near the edge of the industrial district, he sat cross-legged beneath a collapsed neon sign, surrounded by broken city maintenance drones.
A small boy with goggles peeked around the corner.
"You still fixing the 'bots, mister?"
The King smiled and gently rewired a servo joint on a broken bot.The bot slightly whirred back to life.
"Doesn't take much," he said softly. "Just… patience."
The boy ran off, laughing, with the bot fluttering behind him like a pet bird.
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He used to command the stars of creation...
Now he picked up empty cans and returned lost pets.
And for the first time in centuries—That was enough.
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As era rose and fell so did the wind changed.
Just slightly.A ripple through the dust.A weight pressing into the air.
The King froze mid-step, holding a bag of tools he wasn't going to keep.
He looked up.
No one else noticed.But he did.
"something nasty's gonna be falling here…"
Far above, five trails of black fire streaked across the sky — invisible to most, cloaked by corporate tech and sorcery combined.
But he saw them.
"Hmph," he muttered, setting the bag down gently."...Guess break time's over."
He stood.
Still dressed in rags.Still barefoot on broken pavement.Still just another forgotten soul in the gutters of Ber'herek.
But something shifted.
The air recoiled — as if the wind itself remembered who he was.
Loose papers stopped mid-flight.Old neon signs flickered and bowed their light.Dust spiraled upward, caught in invisible pressure, orbiting around him like tiny moons unsure whether to flee or kneel.
Even the silence grew heavier.
Somewhere, across dimensions, a sealed name whispered itself back into the fabric of reality.
And in that single moment, the whole planet city felt it.
A storm that wasn't in the forecast.A god that didn't ask permission.
Still homeless.Still forgotten.But now…
The world bent ever so slightly... just to let him stand.
In the silence before the fell the wind heared him whisper theses words as a wave of invisible aura energy released itself from his rags...
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"Oh rise thee who seeks destruction... thee and i ache for chaos as is my purpose..."
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Ber'herek — Sector 60-Gamma | Local Time: 18:42
The city didn't shake when he arrived.There was no sonic boom.No dramatic entrance.
Just a soundless ripple—Like someone snapping their fingers across the bones of the world.
And then a courtroom unfolded around him.
Not literal—but conceptual.
Space warped outward in clean, symmetrical lines.Buildings rearranged themselves, creating a makeshift tribunal plaza.Neon signs dimmed to gray. The sky turned to sterile light.
At the center, standing atop a hovering iron monolith, was Sable Judge... At least that was the vision the dwarf hybrid had in mind as he emerged from the crumbled parts of the sector standing in a field of devastation as 4 other explosions could be heard around the city of Ber'Herek.
Half his face was dwarven metal, etched with arcane law runes.The other half was cold flesh that had long forgotten empathy.
He lifted a great ionized war-gavel from his back, slammed it once into the air—As he begin his verdict.
"Subject: Urban Class Civilian Block 60-Gamma.Charge: Harboring Tier-Zero Threat.Sentence: Absolute Erasure for potential presence of the Homeless King God."
People looked up in terror as they saw the corpses of their loved ones crushed beneath his impact. the bot slightly rolled to the king's bot as he saw the joint he repaired covered in blood... and the boy's broken glasses...
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Some curious, some confused.
And then they started to die.
No fire.No blood.Just atomic Ion energy removal.
Entire crowds blinked out, as if the pixels of their reality had failed to load replaced by sattelite beams burning them to ashes.
Where they stood—Only emptiness remained.
The One King looked up at the iron dwarf monolith exhilirating joy as he "punished the sinners".
Sable Judge turned his gaze slightly at him as he saw him picked the bot from the ground.
"Unauthorized machine reanimation.Subsection 14-A.Interference with Technological Law of Entropy "DROP THE BOT YOU SINNER BEGGAR !!"."
The gavel lifted again.
"Judgment: Shared Annihilation."
The Ion cannon pushed up from his signal before sending a ripple wave of energy towards the king.
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A beam of crushing violet light erupted from above—And the world screamed.
From across the city, standing beneath a collapsing neon sign...
He felt it.
Not just the destruction.Not just the death.
But the boy.
His memory. His laughter. His gratitude.Gone.
Stolen in the blink of divine bureaucracy.
The air folded around him.The ground beneath him hissed in rebellion.
He didn't move as the heat burned his rags.The world did.
And for the first time in twelve thousand years, the Homeless King—The Immortal Calamity—
Let his Immortal Homeless King arts aura wake up once again as his eyes began dripping a blue neon gaze through the ion cannon heat waves...