Rumble!

The Earth shook and the ground itself broke, splitting all the way down to reveal a spring of molten lava. Worse, was over the ocean, it constantly entered into the core of the Earth like a drain. This caused earthquakes to rapture all over the planet. The Earth was meeting it end.

There was no safe zone here, even if there was, it wasn't safe enough. That didn't mean humanity died out just yet. People struggled to survive, they prayed for salvation from the higher beings that conquered the Earth all those years ago.

In fact, it was because of those conquerors, the planet had started to die. Yes, the humans were exploiting their own resources but it wasn't to an extent that the plane was ready to blow. When those mighty beings came to Earth, it wasn't peaceful. They came with the intention to rule and exploit the world of its irreplaceable resources.

The higher beings were at fault, there's no doubt about that. But... It was humanity who had invited them, the conquerors.

Back in the nineteenth, twentieth century, where religion started to go off track and scientific research became the biggest influence on the planet. They, the scientists, were determined to discover whether we, humanity, was alone in the universe.

After countless struggles, it finally happened, humanity succeeded in sending a probe into the darkness of outer space. Years had gone by, the probe had traveled unhindered. It floated so far away that under the most sophisticated telescope, that probe appeared to be nothing but a spec.

As time went by in the advancement of technology and no luck in the discovery of other worldly beings, the probe had long since left the range that the Earth could monitor.

Instead, humanity went into full fledge entertainment. Creating a second world known as virtual reality. The place where a lame man can act like a god if he developed the right stats. It was an important time for creativity to reach it's peak. Unfortunately, disaster struck in the years to come.

That probe, the one that had been forgotten in due course of time, was eventually discovered by indescribable beings. The scientists of that era was naive. They didn't send the probe into space with an empty shell. All known information about Earth was sent with it.

So called Human evolution. The structure of the human body, including the genders, races and variety of languages even. The location of our planet, third rock from the sun! The name of the  galaxy, the milky way, and the time module of the world was spoon fed to the ones that lead this plane to destruction. It was funny that there was no mention of the Gods that many of the populace believed in.

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A race similar to humans discovered the probe, discovered the information within. The humanoids were hard pressed to find resources. They came from a higher world that uses more resources than they gain. Thus the discovery of Earth was enticing.

Years later under Earth's calculation, the so called aliens descended, creating havoc and enslaving mankind.

Now this world was eaten dry, this realm was about to collapse. Many squads from the unknown race was present during the plane's last moments. Their aim was to find the last of mankind, apparently, someone had paid a hefty price to get souvenirs. That is to say, humanity was a resource in itself.

Although the human race was enslaved, that didn't mean they succumbed to their fates. Through out the years many rebel forces gathered, intending to fight back. Unfortunately, reality wasn't a VRRPG, the foreigners pushed back with unfathomable might. Humanity only had higher intelligence, creating the nuclear warheads was their only saving grace in the beginning but the invaders were too powerful.

Today's humans didn't have the peak intelligence they once had. It was only because they were more self aware that they were considered higher than animals.

"Father?"

"Annabelle?"

The stunning sweetness of a woman's voice sounded amongst the chaos all around. A woman hidden by a cloak called out to a cloaked figure nearby, it would seem that the other is her father.

Annabelle asked, "Father, the higher ups wanted to capture the remaining natives. We, on the other hand, are killing the ones we find. Why did you slice that woman's womb and pulled out that child?"

"I may have joined the group for the sake of getting gains but I am not here to make slaves. They have suffered so much, would they really be interested in being slaves? Many of these natives committed suicide. Some fought back, intending to take down people like ourselves. As a man of principle, I never had a desire to enslave others. It's our mercy upon them to end their lives than to let them live a life of suffering," said the cloaked man.

"Hihi! Daddy, you didn't answer my question."

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Look at this woman. It was our mercy to grant her death. She clearly didn't want to be taken as a slave, at the same time she was reluctant to die. Begging to spare her child. Even if we let her be, they both would've died as this world ended. It is only this kid's good fortune to meet someone as kind as I."

"Father, you've granted this woman mercy, fulfilled her wish and spared her child. Now this kid is going to live a life of slavery."

The cloaked man shook his head, "No one will know about this child. I will send this kid to 'Dimlands', I'm the sole person who knows the coordinates to that plane."

The child remained quiet, having already been wrapped in thick clothing after being cleaned, just in case, the cloaked man invoked a power foreign to the Earth plane. A pleasant aura enveloped the child.

"Hm... What a strong life force."

The cloaked man exclaimed. He was surprised to find that the kid had a strong vitality. It wasn't particularly special but at the world's end, it was interesting.

The man pulled out a thin chain with a metal tag on it from his pocket. Engraved on the tag was the image of an eye. Within the pupil was a slit.

The tag was flipped face down. The cloaked man pointed his index at the tag's back and made a motion as if he were writing.

Mystically, he engraved a word... Asuraj!

Afterwards, he placed the chain over the child neck. Placing the child on the ground, the cloaked man touched the metal tag. He injected a mysterious energy into it.

Suddenly the child was enveloped by a bright light... the little earthling vanished.