What is a multiverse? A multiverse is a term used for what can be an infinite number of worlds that host all possible realities. This can be as simple as choosing left instead of right. But with it hosting all possible realities, the straying can be quite different from one another.

A good example is a world in which the others were simply works of fiction. They could even interact with them on the belief it all wasn't real. This is the story of one such world. In this world, the people became like gods. In a world where people can interact with the energies of the multiverse, there will be chaos when conflict arises.

Such a day it was when the thirty-second world war hit.  After countless years, war became much more simple and people's inhibitions to it lessened. This led to the sky becoming dark and red in all times of the day. The clouds may have become thin, but that was below people who could fly if they so wished.

At the wide field of dirt that was Rusty Vills, the leaders of the seven nations stood at attention in a circle. Their armies waiting patiently behind them at attention from the ground to the sky. All watched what appeared to be a man in his early sixties standing in the center. Combing his still brown beard, he watched the seven armies with crescents for eyes.

With a clear of his throat, the man began to speak. "32 world wars, 32,722 wars, and an untold number of scuffles. All of this, and we still haven't finished fighting. Sounds like a rather fulfilling history of man, isn't that right?"

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With a grandiose spin, he looked expectingly at his audience. None looked like they were in the mood to answer. With a pout, the man continued. "Why not end this? Let's try a more civil and less bloody way to end things."

"What do you propose, God-kin?" one of the seven leaders asked. He was a tall thin man with spiked green hair.

"I was reading a novel in the Library," the man explained. The leaders all began to groan. The God-kin, the most powerful man in the world has a tendency for reading in the Great Library their race had. While there was countless pieces of works stockpiled over their history, a good many of them were just fiction.

"In it, the most powerful men of their world fought for a wish granting device known as the Holy Grail. In it, seven masters summoned seven servants to fight it out for the grail. The last master and servant standing would be the winner of the grail."

"And who would be the fighters in this so could Grail war?" another one of the leaders asked, this one a potbelly bald man.

The speaker smiled. Looks like people were willing to accept his idea, so there was hope. "In it, the main fighters were the servants summoned by the grail. Each one were the souls of legendary figures from history given form. So why not do the same?"

A leader with long golden hair then asked, "No one is noteworthy enough to make a mark. So who do we summon?"

"This is based on fiction, so why not use fictional figures to fight?" was the answer.

All of the leaders turned to each other before turning to their men. Before long, everyone gave their consent. The speaker grinned before lifting himself in the air and declaring to the crowd. "Then the Grail war will commence in 100 days from now. Each side, prepare your representatives while I prepare your servants. See you then."

The man flew away to the distant sky as the shadow of a large tower became increasingly visible. Among the seven armies, a young man in his twenties watched with a stern expression.