Shaking his unbranded pen and writing in the book
A celery, I'm worth a celery to you. Die
—He's not only drunk, but also high— before he could finish the baldest of the 3 had turned into nothing, not literally only his clothes remained, he had simply been eliminated Seeing their boss had disappeared his henchmen prepared, their positions were ready and their senses sharpened to the maximum they were ready and prepared, you'll ask for what, well you know.
They were ready to run, as if their soul was far from their body, the duo ran one to the right and one to the left
/100 points for you, now I want my points/ following his desires the floor under the right runner's feet opened and swallowed him, where well truly.
/I don't know, I mean he was just there and that's it/ even before closing the floor the thief was resisting so using his power once more
/I choose you, Plato eliminate evil/ Throwing the mighty Plato, who lunged at the thief and threw him into the hole so that he would cease to exist
/You will say and why Plato, well and why not/
Fear, what he felt, seeing his companions disappear was fear, the first one just vanished and the second one a sinkhole opened and even trying to get out a muscular man came out of nowhere and threw him, also he was very sure he said Plato. Someone had said Plato, this was honestly a very bad day to rob or maybe he was dreaming
That was the thief's last thought before disappearing without a trace.
Empty, the alley was left empty and silent as if before 3 people hadn't disappeared forever, it was so. Easy in this world where power governs the norm, making people disappear was easy, wasn't it difficult even before this world?
If someone with power sets out to do it either in this world or anywhere else, they would have no problem making someone they consider annoying disappear.
—How pathetic— Arthur without waiting for anything else was preparing to leave, only to feel the presence of someone familiar
—Rank 67 how efficient of you, truthfully you not only eliminated the thieves, but you recovered the products— appearing behind Arthur a masculine voice spoke
Upon feeling the voice, Arthur turned around cautiously, naturally it was someone unknown so the first thing he thought was to eliminate him, something he quickly discarded after all the subject in front of him was strong.
And how would you know you'll think, well the reason was simple, he possessed a sunqu magic and could measure the energy control of other users, truthfully if Arthur with his sunqu magic were a control battery, the subject in front of him would be a not very big power generator.
—How interesting you quickly judged the situation isn't that right, very nice— the man with a Roman nose and with a yellowish smile continued — truthfully I haven't come to cause problems I just want to talk
/Talk, he wants to talk finally someone who wants to talk and not some crazy guy who wants to hit us Arthur/
What a shrill voice, truthfully I don't understand how that voice appeared in my head, no I mean it's common knowledge that when using sunqu magic, you can go crazy from the energy, but not in this way seriously how disgusting.
/How cruel, my voice is beautiful/
Before he knew it the landscape changed, along with a small wave of the hand of the guy in front of Arthur.
Going from the filthy alley with rats to an autumnal forest with large trees, in the distance the sound of birds and rivers was heard like a constant symphony, with a stone path covered in vegetation and on one side a felled log where small animals prepare their provisions for winter.
But Arthur knew it was fake the amount of energy present in the air, although overshadowed by the smell of the forest could still be felt, the illusion was poorly done, in his opinion, although it did not detract from the fact that it was incredible.
No, the truth would be correct to say that it was real a reality created by the subject in front of him, to bring a false peace as if trying to guide his emotions, something that only the church of the new dawn did.
—What a beautiful place don't you think rank 67, truthfully, I came to talk about the need for talents for our group, as you know the association is lacking it doesn't look at minorities and the ORM is worse— before he could finish speaking his forest began to perish.
Energy, the serene and constant energy in the forest began to rot along with the trees the mountains that were seen in the distance trembled and the rivers before serene and constant were filled with mud and miasma, something that not only surprised Arthur since he had not done anything, but even the subject in front of him, since he could only express fear and dread on his face.
The uncontrolled shriek sounded throughout the forest and trumpets were heard as if warning of something divine, but the simple fact of turning the blood-red skies denied it being divine, before he knew it the subject who brought him had already left leaving only a letter in front of Arthur.
A letter that he quickly kept because the next instant the reality of the forest collapsed, in front of him something that should be divine was shown a crucified being, but upside down, blindfolded and hands tied began to open its mouth and the trumpets in the air intensified. And as if trying to speak he gestured something that was useless since his mouth inside was burned.
Reality trembles under its own weight and his book; or his almost always serene book vibrated with the trumpets as if it were an orchestra and by his side the voice in his head that has neither form nor face seemed to smile, as if this were something expected.
*PLOP*
/That sound effect always surprises me/
The small forest upon presenting so many anomalies, only collapsed not with a heavy sound or anything similar it just exploded like a soap bubble upon touching something.
In front of him, only empty clothes remained, a puddle of grime, and a single piece of greenish celery that shone in that gray alley.
"I thought someone would be outside, but there's no one" that was Arthur's thought before sighing happily
/Luck smiles on us for the first time, Yes/
"But I don't think they'll save us just like that" Arthur replied to... his mind yes that
/Trivialities, the important thing is to live one more day, the rest will be a problem for tomorrow's me/ the voice settled down on an imaginary sofa.
/And before he could finish Arthur jumped with great fright, the reason his cell phone had vibrated something although not crazy demonstrated how scared Arthur was/
Don't take away the narration cursed voice