"This war is terrible…. As a goddess I can't let this happen. It's been 200 years since we summoned a candidate yes? Why don't we summon another one from the first place to stop this horrendous war?!" (?)
"I absolutely agree with her! We as gods shall save our creation!" (?)
"Witris, Ekeyar…. You do know that we cannot interfere the mortal realm correct?" (?)
"I know! But at least we can do something right?!" (Witris)
"Who cares about the tenets?! We exist because of them! We live because of them! Rules are made to be broken anyway! Are you going Paren, Ziovo?!" (Ekeyar)
"Get to your senses lad! Ziovo is merely warning you and he's right. If we break the tenets… We will face court and we don't want that… We can only do one thing.. Wait." (?)
"I'm sorry for provoking you guys.." (Ziovo)
"It's ok….. I'm sorry for causing a hussle.." (Witris)
"Me too… I'm sorry, Gampe." (Ekeyar)
"It's fine. We can only wait for the decision of The All-Mighty decision."
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Planet Earth, United States, Pearl Harbor, The toilet.
World War III is ongoing, a 52 year old general that's exhausted with the war by the name of Berard Hazoff is occupying himself by playing the newest installment of the series 'Ladale' inside the toilet.
"Man… This game is awesome.. No matter how many times I played it in the gameboy. It's still the best game ever. If only I could go back to the old times where I can relax and no one's going to shoot you in the back, or.. Chop your head off suddenly." (Hazoff)
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Suddenly, everything turns white.
Hazoff suddenly stopped breathing for a while. There's a 9 footed man that looks like in his 60's with grizzly silver beard staring at him as if he was inspecting him. The man in front of him is wearing nothing but a kilt.
Hazoff is baffled by the sudden appearance and the size of the man. He's a giant.
"Umm… Hi?" (Hazoff)
"Hi? What kind of greeting is that?" (?)
"Did I got kidnapped by the soviets again? Hahaha..." (Hazoff)
"This thing is promising… Where is he from?" (?)
Suddenly, slow footsteps appeared behind Hazoff. He wanted to turn his head to see it but he was unable to for some reason.
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"Hmmm…. According to the tablet, he is from… Planet Earth. He is one of those who prides themselves as.... Humans." (Ziovo)
"Oh, not those again. Aghmm.. Hey there." (?)
"Hey… Uhh… Who're you?" (Hazoff)
"Who'm I? Well that's a funny question. I was gonna ask the same thing boy. Who are you?"
Hazoff straighten his posture straight away. He raises his voice and says:
"I'm General Berard Hazoff! United States Land Forces!" (Hazoff)
"Oh? A soldier? You didn't say it was a soldier Ziovo." (?)
"It seems the gods in Earth is too busy with… World War III to write the information about him in the hub. There's only the name and the age. There are no other informations." (Ziovo)
"Bah! Lazy gods! Now we have to do the check ourselves. It takes 10 years to even do the physical checkup!" (?)
"Maybe that's why they don't have the time…" (Ziovo)
"What's that?!" (?)
"Nothing…" (Ziovo)
"Then… Let's begin the physical checkup! Sorry, what was your name again?" (?)
"Hazoff. Berard Hazoff." (Hazoff)
"Hazoff? That name's really familiar. Well, who cares? It could be anyone! Well Hazoff.. Can you stand on the platform over there?" (?)
The man raises his hand and points to a square platform with weird carvings on it.
Hazoff nodded and walked to the platform.
Everything went quiet, until Hazoff talked.
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Hazoff POV
"Umm…So.. What now?" (Hazoff)
No one answers. It's as if time stopped. They don't even blink.
Ugh, this is probably my fourth time getting kidnapped by the soviets. They probably hypnotized my or something. Why does this shit always happen to me, I'm too old for this kind of shit.
The huge man with the silver beard is probably a new superhuman breed. I have to be careful around him. The other guy I suppose is his superior. I can't turn my neck around to see him. It's bad, the soviets have found a way to control humans body.
I have to find a way off this place. Maybe I should take on the huge guy with the beard.
"Bahahahaha!" (?)
"Uhh.. Is there something wrong?" (Hazoff)
"Hey Ziovo! oooh… My stomach hurts.. Hahaha… Uh… This man thinks he can take me on.. Oooh… That's hilarious.." (?)
Shit, they can read my mind too? Their technology is also superior. I haven't heard of this tech. The sergeant is so gonna kill me. What should I do? Got no choice, fuck it.
--- END OF Hazoff POV
Hazoff ran to the 9 footed man with the beard. The man smiled and moved his hand to touch Hazoff.
Hazoff quickly stopped and dodged the touch. He grabbed the man's hand and slammed the man to the floor. The man is so heavy that Hazoff ran out of strength after that.
After slamming the man Hazoff ran to some kind of white door. Hazoff lifted his leg to kick the door open. It didn't work.
Suddenly, Hazoff can't move a single thing in his body. He was paralyzed.
The man that Hazoff unable to see came up to him. He was a slim figure wearing royal garment and red cape as a coat. The length of his hair reached his leg and the violet color of his hair matches his clothing perfectly. He's carrying some kind of tablet.
"Impressive… Not many of your kind can do that. We found a weird type once. It was 75 years ago, I think his name was… Adolf Healer or something. Well who cares, he's probably a nobody right?" (Ziovo)
"Aghm..Anyway… Can you stand up?" (Ziovo)
"…" (Hazoff)
"Come on don't be like that. It's not like we want anything bad."
Hazoff tries his best to remain calm and think nothing. He's afraid that the 'soviets' would read his mind again.
"I have an offer to make.." (Hazoff)
"Oh? What's the offer?" (Ziovo)
"You let me go and the US won't kill you. Just in case if you don't know, they have solar powered satellites laser." (Ziovo)
"The US? Oh I see…. You thought I'm your enemy? What was it.. Ah.. The Soviets? Look.. It's a misunderstanding. I think we got off the wrong foot here. Let me explain." (Ziovo)
"Fine. Don't try anything. Or I'll… blast you off from existence… Yeah that's right." (Hazoff)
"We are the beings that you call… Gods." (Ziovo)
"What?" (Hazoff)
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To Be Continued…
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