Chapter 23 a world that is a treasure, world war

more of the otherworlders had arrived and they had brought forth armies that could lay waste to the lands however one of them was an interesting one...

it was a young man around his teens, his weapon was a bow that had two sabers connected to the two ends as he wore a large amount of jewelry and pieces of armor, from earrings, nose rings, piercings and rings making him quite the oddball that came out of the portal..

he then tapped the bow causing it to transform into a collection of wisps as it entered his body through the chest...

as the two sabers transformed into orbs now rested on his sides he then tapped his chest making a set of katars appear bolstering his forearms and hands before swinging downward as if to test it causing a flash of light going through the air.

then nodding at the power that still remains as this was his fourth world that he has been to and he was restricted in power in some of the others.

his natural ability is to enrich any item he has with stats, skills and many other things using materials and mana of those he killed while he himself is unable to get stronger however if he equips an item he enriches, he gains everything it has and if he binds it to him he can make it grow as well meaning that it will get stronger in his place and strengthen him as well.

thus the array of equipment that he has to ensure his survival as he wishes for revenge against the goddess Atë as she made him her source of entertainment while fending off the rest of the world she made him in to that world's enemy to defeat be it heroes or demon lords he was forced to fight against them all...

he turned towards the skies then squinted as he noticed a change happening to everyone that reaches this world as he is acutely attuned to nature thanks to a large amount of items he bounded to he was able to feel that subtle yet obvious changes....

it wasn't that the world was bigger it was the opposite everyone and everything else was becoming smaller thus the reason why it can accommodate the billions upon billions of otherworlders and the races that already lived here as more arrive the smaller they become yet everyone else other than him and those with similar skill would not notice...

as if this world was made for something else like it was meant to be a playground which unfortunately no one can escape from...

--in a huge beautiful room--

it was adorned by sculptures of untold stories and mesmerizing beauty made from gold and gems despite this it was not tacky causing those with a weak mind to stare at these objects blankly until their end, however at the center there was a large round table there was around 20 different silhouettes that had their faces covered by a mist to prevent themselves from being identified from how it seems...

they were discussing something, something sinister....

as the largest man bellowed out...

"WE SHOULD CLAIM THAT WORLD WITH OUR ARMIES BEFORE "IT" ASCENDS AGAIN"

This large man was wearing a roman armor with a spear embedded into the ground with a shield tied to his back and a sword at his waist, as his fist hammered on to the table with enough force to cause the area to shake however the table seemed to be unharmed despite this...

an olden voice spoke in a calm and soothing manner as he forced down all of the power that the large man was releasing...

"calm yourself old friend we have gathered here to ensure it happens, besides were all have sent our 'people' there for that reason..."

the one who spoke was a lean man that wore a simple cloth that covered his essentials and even with the mist covering his face his long earlobes rested on his shoulders as he leaned back...

a melodic voice added to it as a hint of teasing could be felt from the tone.

"with our armies banded together, do you really have that much lack of faith in your own believers?"

this person that spoke this time was more inhuman-like as plants were growing from this individual's body, branches and leaves acted as a revealing dress for the one...

a cold, bone chilling voice replied in the large man's place.

"it is due to the fact that the inhabitants of the planet have lived there longer and they have been strengthening themselves while our people are that of the lowest tier, we managed to trick !@#$% into allowing us to send 'Pioneers' however, as you can see some of our brothers and sisters had lost ALL of their lowest tier believers....so how can we not help but be anxious hmmm?"

the man who explained it was a skeleton with blue flames draped in black rotten robes as a collection of wisps floated around him he sat far from the others due to his lack of trust towards the others, other than a certain individual...

the wisps that floated around him were what was left of the ones that lost all of their believers his job was to maintain them and those that had come to pass...

*Cough cough*

upon hearing this everyone in this room turned towards the one that coughed despite the large clothes and mist covering the individual's face one could easily notice that this person was a child or at least had the body of a child...

everyone there showed respect towards the person as the childish voice echoed through the area.

"put away your squabbles for another time, we need that world as it is the only one that rejuvenates itself every one hundred years, our worlds are dying, so are our believers, since it can support all of our people we must take it from !@#$% before everything is lost, Mictlantecuhtli help maintain our brothers and sisters and i will ensure the contract we made.

hearing those words caused the blue flames around Mictlantecuhtli to flicker and brighten as his goal will soon reach the next step that it needs... as he responded with.

"I'll hold you to it" then stood up before leaving the area with a poof of smoke.

however after he left the young leader turned towards the large man as he nodded ever so slightly unnoticed by the others as the large man nodded as well then grabbed spear yanking it out of the ground then leaving in a burst of flames.

the next order that the young child gave was.

"Send everyone to that world now!"

thus began a real world war...