With enough of energy, I returned back to the hall with cultists and removed my CE from boosts.
“Do you have coordinates of the location where are we heading?” I asked their leader
“Of course, we expected you needing them.”
After gaining coordinates from the leader I order cultists to group up around me. Then I started to charge CE to
“This way, please,” the leader pointed in direction of the farm.
‘I hope there is something more than a farm. I refuse to become a farmgirl.’
Soon we entered a barn and with mechanical sound secret stairs underground opened. At first, the staircase was made from bare concrete, but when we reached the bottom everything changed to a massive underground complex looking like some roman temple made from black marble. We passed through massive double doors at the end of the entry hall. Behind them was some kind of throne room. The whole room was covered in black marble with brass decorations. As a source of light was a massive chandelier. In the back of the room was a throne on a high podium.
“This is your throne, your holiness. We already prepared a room for you and few servants to take care of you. Victoria show a way for her holiness. I have to inform our brothers and sister of our success in freeing her holiness. Excuse me I will take a leave now.”
“Please follow my, your holiness,” said Victoria with a fanatical look.
I couldn’t stop myself from asking “How did you manage to build this place?”
“Cult of Genesis has many rich patrons and members.”
Soon I was in my new quarters, the first room in my quarters was a big office with black marble floors and walls. The walls and floor were the same in my whole quarters as in my office There was only a big black table and a comfortable-looking chair behind the table. The second was a living room. In middle was a small table from black stained glass, with an expensive-looking couch next to it. There were even windows to outside even though we were underground. Victoria said that they were some fake windows, saying that technology advanced mine times. The third room was my bedroom. there was a king-sized bed, a table with some transparent display on top of it, and other pieces of furniture. And the last rooms were the bathroom and toilet. The bathroom was really amazing. It was big enough that they placed a private small pool inside.
After half an hour of me checking my new accommodations, I got into a bath. There I was cleaned by my new servants. At first, I was hesitant about their offer to help me clean and dress up but the temptation of finding how it feels defeated me.
‘Definitely good decision, why should I let a shame stand in my way of comfort’
After minutes of enjoying someone else taking care of me, I decided to ask question which was burning in my mind for a while.
“How long I was unconscious?”
“It would be 205 years, many of stuff changed. The biggest is probably Earth being part of the galactic community”
“That is not possible, I saw someone I knew before alive and in her forties”
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Victoria answered only after few moments of thinking “Coincidence or maybe descendant?”
‘Well if that is a case I am a little surprised thy they weren’t using some super SCIFI laser guns’
When I asked my servant why are they still using old guns she said with a surprised face which changed to sad one “Old guns? They were the latest models of personal railguns, your holiness. But to be honest, Earth is not a very advanced part of the galactic community. At best we are only second-class members. At worst we are just their workers for menial works and canon fodders”
Then one of the servants tried to clean my intimate parts “Stop, that! That is too intimate”
“I am sorry, your holiness.”
After I was clean I got out of the pool and they dried me up. Then still naked I sat on a chair in front of the mirror as they brushed my hair. I felt so comfortable with their care. When were they done with brushing, they brought me some black robes
“No, I have my own clothe I said and brought a new set of clothes out of my storage”
“Yes, your holiness. But at least wear these robes for tonight during the celebration. These robes are a symbol of you becoming our new leader”
‘Nach, if it makes my servants happy so be it. … what even is this instinct telling me to be respectable with me servants and protect them?’
Servants gently and carefully dressed me up and to be honest it felt good. They dressed me up in a black robe from some shiny black material with plenty of golden decorations. The robe was long enough to cover my ankles but tight enough in the right places to show my curves. Soon they tried to put on me some decorated mask but I prevented them and put my own mask on me.
Thirty minutes later and I was sitting on my throne. In front of me knelt six persons with very decorated masks. For of them were only some holographic projections. Behind them were few rows of masked cultists also kneeling.
‘It is good to have servants but I have no idea what are they expecting from to do’
After few minutes of silence, I started to feel awkward but one of the projected people spoke “Your holiness? Are you alright?”.
I started to despair about what to do only to be saved by a voice in my head ‘They are serving you because of me granting them power in form of an RPG-like system which I embedded to their souls. Also, I helped a few of them to get rich.’
‘What was it?’
‘It is me almighty, all-knowing, and divine Genesis. And before you ask, yes I am your father.’
‘I am was kinda expecting this. So they have same interface as me?’
‘No, your is not limiting. Their is literary like computer games, they have mana limit, skill trees, quest system, and also hp. They are also getting XP and levels. And don’t judge me, I have lived hyperliards of years so I can create such funny stuff. Also, don’t take drugs. So anyway this cult is a gift for you, took me decades to make it powerful enough to free you. I send them a divine message ordering them to serve you in exchange for super cool computer games like afterlife. ’
‘Are they some hardcore MMORPG players?’
‘Hmm, yes. It was an ideal demographic for my recruitment strategy. And there was no need for training, just give gamers a game-like system in real life and they know what to do right from the beginning. These are best from best, they were leaders of big guilds. Top rankers and so on. Some of them even created so op builds with my system that it is stupid. They literary destroyed my dungeons. I wanted to nerf it but, than thought. Why would I do that, that would be boring. And by the way sorry for destroying our ... so bye and go fix it. ’
Meanwhile in Terran Ruling Council:
Minister of Research and Science Albano was giving a report about a recent security breach in one of the research facilities.
“Unknown group calling themself Cult of Genesis breached our most secure research facility. We proceeded by protocols and isolated the whole facility, but they with some form of transport technology or magic managed to escape. I will skip information about casualties and means they used to do it to talk about important matters. They managed to free a dangerous being known as S0 from the most secure part of the facility. “
“Should we warn the rest of GC about something so dangerous on loose?” asked Minister of Diplomacy
“No that would be a catastrophe if they learn about us doing illegal research and letting it escape, my resources are already searching for her and these cultists. I would like to ask you Ivan to help me with it, as minister of Police and Internal security you have much more assets usable in search.”
“So, it’s decided we will keep it secret for now”