Fedrick Harper Banfeild was sitting in his space carrier. It was less a spaceship and more a fling mountain. It was a fling ecosystem filled with warped spaces nearly as big as cities and various other magical phenomena. He was approaching the largest warped space discovered by the people of Eternia.
Located at the rim of the gravitational pull of their sun, the warped space opening was big enough to fit the sun, which was nearly 50 times the size of the star that Earth revolves around. It was a shard shaped opening in the space, a swirl of magenta and lightest version of blue. It was magnificent in every regard.
There was a large military spaceship, nearly the size of Earth, revolving around the warped space. A voice came out of the spaceship.
"This is Captain Robespierre of the fleet 9 of this vessel. We were instructed to check the identification of every entry to the warped space. May we get your identification?"
Fedrick moved a card into a slot in his armchair, and a screen was projected before the spaceship, it read.
Name - Fedrick Ivan Banfeild
Age - 4936 years
Rank – Divine 68
Aristocratic title – none
World title – none
"Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Banfeild. You may pass through, "the voice came from the spaceship.
Fredrich flew his spaceship directly into the opening, taking a few puffs from his newly lit cigar once in a while.
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It was tiring to walk even when you could just teleport, but teleporting before the strongest group in existence could lead to an instant attack, which could well likely kill him. This was the thoughts of Becklin stroma the Lord Commander of the Imperial Army of Terra. He was giving his legs some work after some centuries. Sure, he did not get used to teleporting so much that he teleported to the restroom to relieve himself, but travelling a distance of 45000 km without using any vehicles is just annoyance.
Using teleport could get him killed by his peers, and unfortunately, he had no flying skills. His core, the core of earth rarely gave out movement abilities. His divine ranking body could travel at the speed of 90 km/hr. speed in its normal state, but it is still too late.
Berklin was stomping his way towards his destination. Suddenly, a large ice ball nearly 250 km in diameter approached him from behind. Sensing the attack, he stopped and turned around. His legs were fixed to the ground; a wide smile appeared on his face as the ice ball hit him.
He did not move a bit. His armour had no scratches, but the same can't be told about the ice ball. It shattered into thousands of pieces, each big enough to kill a regular human. Up in the sky was a dragon a hundred times or even thousand times the size of the ice ball, its scales were metallic icy blue with occasional crystalline scales appearing here and there, giving it a shine.
"Amara!!! "Berklin called out the name of the dragon.
"Thought I got you there, "the dragon spoke, its voice had a frozen feel to it. It was deep and hoarse but had a kind of comforting tone to it.
"You got old!! " Berklin shouted
"Sure am, but you are not far behind," Amara spoke.
Berklin leaped high into the ground, higher than the dragon.
"It's nice to give me a ride," Berklin said, landing on the head of the dragon
"I was just a coincidence, "the dragon said
"Yeah, a coincidence," Berklin said in a sarcastic tone
The dragon shook its head, and Berklin lost his balance. He slipped out and was about to fall when a burst of air pushed him back onto the dragon's head
"Enough, you two," a woman with red hair and red eyes said. She was flying with the help of a pair of red crystal wings she manifested on her back. She landed beside Berklin, and her wings folded behind her back.
"You came at the right time, Arora. This bastard tried to kill me just now," Berklin said to the woman
"Stop exaggerating, there is not even a scratch on your Armour" Amara spoke, his voice hinted some kind of fear that a little brother has for his elder sister.
"I said enough. It had been nearly two thousand years, and you still have these childish fights, "the woman said. Making the other two shut their mouths and exchange a signal with their eyes.
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Nector Gomas Flare was sitting in his designated seat at the table of divine. The table was enormous, a capacity to hold 250 people at once. His eyes were a stalking resembles to His son, who had just escaped to the human planet nearly half a dozen days ago. Matching its spiky setting, his fiery red hair was cropped short. His core had majorly affected his body as he reached higher rankers. If a person who met him when he was noble rank will not recognize the divine ranking dictator of the flarens.
The flarens, poets describe them as barbaric gentlemen, The warriors respected their sense of honor, scholars bow there to their intellect. Thery is born with two cores, a very rare aspect only reserved for the almighties and other timeless beings.
Nector is the youngest divine ranker who will attend the meeting today, no more than 800 years old, he is younger than most of the royal rankers. Last time he attended this meeting, then the crown prince, he was 500 years old, accompanying his sick father to the summit. He was an infant when compared to the beings that attended the meeting that day. The youngest attender after him was 3000 years old, nearly 6 times his own long age.
An elf entered the room, He was neither large nor small, he was average. His eyes were icy blue, and his skin was a light shade of his eyes. His white hair was long and was tied into a bun. He wore little to no armor.
Nector raised from his chair, as did the other present divine rankers. Not showing respect to this man would mean a slow, painful and phycological worst death possible. He is the pride of the Elven kind, the only ranged attacker in the almighties, Loid Rodria Bolsvan.
"You youngsters have quick blood, I must say," he spoke, taking one of the out of ordinary chairs reserved for the almighties. It was less of a chair and more of a throne, it was made up of pure ice and had occasional gold and silver parts.
Nector sat back down, not bothering to greet the man in person. But the same can't be said about the others. All the Elven divine rankers moved towards him and paid their respects to their almighties. For ordinary people, almighties are less legendary figures and more gods. There could only be 10 almighties ever in this world and, unfortunately, flarens never had one of their own species. Loid's eyes fell on Nector.
"You, boy!" he called out.
Nector looked at him and stands, reluctantly. He bows down, saying.
"How may I help you, Your Imperial Majesty?" he asked
"I never saw you here? A new chick?"
"I am relatively new, I have already attended 2 such meeting in the past, one with my father as a royal ranker and one as a newly ranked up divine ranker."
"Hoh, you are Divon's first son, aren't you? Vector?"
"Nector, your imperial majesty"
"Good," the elf answers as another group of divine rankers from species that live under Elven protection approach him.
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Alex was standing under the shower; his mind was a mess again. First his father destroys his grandfather's legacy, then their company goes bankrupt, which leads to his death. Now when he was ready to start a new life in a world that feels both imaginary and real, the city he first stepped in was attacked by the biggest revolution the world has seen in thousands of years.
He slips down into the tub and closes his eyes. Blank. Everything changes except him. In front was the throne room, and on it was emperor. His left hand held a rusted silvery key.
"You okay, kid?"
"I am fine, but what's that?" points to the key.
"You heard about warped spaces?"
"yes" Alex answers.
"This is the key to a staged warped space that lies there," points towards the bottom part of the forest temple that was floating in the pale sky connected to the throne room only by a copper thread bridge.
"It is that huge, but all I could reach was maybe 10 or 15 floors underground. What lies underneath?"
"a staged warped space, and if you have enough mithril, then we could fix the dungeon core on the top floor, and a training ground is ready for you to train and rank up."
"What dungeon core? I never came across it on the top floor."
"Someone must have broken it but died just after because of their injury, unable to take up my sword"
"But I found no skeletons or even blood trails in the temple"
"It a mystery then." emperor pats Alex on the shoulder.
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