The Aftermath
After Max had his emotional reunion with his mom, a wave of exhaustion washed over his whole being. He instantly fell into his mom's arms in a deep slumber, leaving her to drag his body to his room.
8th January, 2025. Max woke up in his room feeling refreshed and relaxed, his whole body felt lighter with the heavy weight of the past events off his shoulder. He automatically began glancing around his room.
His bland room with nothing much to note, a desk filled with questionable books, a mirror that brought out his narcissistic tendency, and a yellow boxy closet which he hated for the color, brought him a sense of serenity. He thought he would have never been reunited with the room he grew up in.
''Ting!!, Ting!!''.
Max's eyes fell on his status screen, which now display new information in bold letters.
Max felt a tingle in his head from reading the name of his divinity, he found them too out there and a bit detailed. He also felt a cool breeze around his neck that made all his hair stand as if the presence of an unknown being was watching him.
''Ting!!, Ting!!''
The information on his status screen quickly changed to what Max expected when he thought of a status screen.
< Blessing of the divinity>
As Max was getting excited to see his blessings he was instantly disappointed with a frown to show for it.
" What the fuck do they think I am? a poet. What is that supposed to mean?" he looked quite frustrated. Of nine so-called blessings, only one was unlocked, and he barely understood what it did.
''How am I even supposed to use it'' Max scratched his head in thought. '' Equip'' he jokingly thought expecting nothing, he was just imitating something he saw in a novel.
''Ting!!, Ting!!''
To his shock it worked, he held a stick the length of an average human arm in his hand, apart from a metallic feel to it there was nothing special about it. It was and looked like a stick through and through.
Max sighed in disappointment '' How is this going to protect me''.
''unequipped '' He thought, making the stick disappear before he could even blink.
At another glance at the status screen, he noticed there were more still on it.
There were three unique skills, two were locked and the third was ready for use.
''Observer's eye?'' he tried to understand what it does from the words alone but it was a bit too vague.
His status screen promptly displayed more information about his unique skill before he uttered another word.
'' I can see through anything, that's interesting but I don't find it useful'' Max had seen many movies where a guy gets such an ability and becomes a massive pervert, he disliked it and found it creepy, this affected how he saw such a skill.
''Do these divinities just love to write poems?'' once again Max just found the second skill description too vague to understand, at this point he just felt the divinities loved mind games.
He flopped to his bed feeling drained. He was trying to accept this magic new world that only existed in fiction as his reality, his face soft with thought.
However, despite all the craziness, he found it quite exciting, deadly, and merciless but exciting nonetheless.
''tap! tap!''
Max jumped off his bed with vigor as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching his door, he opened this door like never before, and once his gaze landed on his mom, he grabbed her into a tight embrace filled with passion and love.
''You are awake?'' Max's mom reciprocated the warm embrace while asking with puzzlement.
'' of course, I would be, why wouldn't I'' Max kept embracing her as if she vanished the moment he let go.
His mom in a soft manner pushed Max away, she stared into his eyes with her light green eyes and soft smile.
'' Today is the 8th, you've been asleep for a week''
After that bombshell the beautiful Mavis dropped on her son, they went to the dining table to fill their bellies.
Max felt nothing different even though he had been asleep for a week, he woke feeling strong not weak, full not hungry and did not thirst for water. He also smelled like a nice expensive perfume for someone who's been in bed for a week.
The only strange thing he noticed was his change of clothes, which he guessed was done by his mom although embarrassed by the thought he was grateful for her help.
'' What a new world'' Max quickly stuffed his mouth with the bacon and eggs his mom prepared, he felt alive just tasting it.
Miss Mavis Maxwell Maxson is a loving mother with a unique personality, she has blond hair with green eyes a trait of her family, and she is of average height with a large bosom every man wants to sleep on.
After the silly mistake of having too much fun at a young age and producing Max, she dropped out of school to look after him, luckily for her, she belonged to a very wealthy family who were quite willing to help.
She loves the simple life and enjoys pretending to be modest, living in a two-bedroom apartment was a dream come true for her, and with her family's money she never had to work a day in her life.
Max is unaware of the truth. He believes that his mom struggles day and night to provide even the simplest of meals. In reality, Mavis enjoys it when Max shows concern for her, so she continues to pretend until she can't keep it up any longer.
'' How did you survive?'', his eyes locked onto his mom awaiting her answer.
'' the land lord, he rescued me'' her lips crawled up in happiness '' how would you like a new dad''
Max ears tingled as he dropped his fork, he glanced at his mom with a look of a thousand words.
''Mr. Johnson… the big masculine black man you were so scared of'' his look of confusion intensified as he recounted.
''Actually, I wasn't scared of him. I just wanted you to hug me'' Mavis thought with a smirk '' Stop looking at me with those white eyes of yours, you know how feeble I am'' she began exaggerating her mannerisms.
Max almost forgot he had a new look, he would deal with that later, he currently wanted to deal with his mom. '' if you are so feeble then I suggest you stay away from Mr. Johnson ''
His mom put on a sad expression, got up, and went to hug Max tightly. ''your mom has been so lonely, no man around to satisfy her ---''.
Before she could finish Max had already escaped from her, he hurried to his room while yelling '' do whatever you want Mom''
Mavis stood there, laughing hysterically as if it was the funniest thing ever.
Max stormed into his room feeling like her mom always gets her way, he put that thought behind him as he went in front of his mirror to check the changes he had received on his body.
''It is white, and my hair…. I love it'' Max smiled as he admired his new look, he had instantly fallen in love with the almost invisible white eyes and deep crimson red hair he had received as a hair color.
After admiring his new look for what seemed like an eternity, Max grabbed his phone, which he had forgotten existed, to research. He needed information about how the world was fairing after encountering the most devastating and magical event in all of human history.
The attack by the creatures was on all 7 continents, none were spared by the disaster, and an estimated 1.7 billion died. The number alone caused a visceral reaction from Max.
The country of Acirema which Max belonged to, received an estimated death toll of 32 million this was quite low compared to what the other countries faced, due to the timely intervention of the military and the fact that owning a gun was as normal as breathing the death toll remained low.
The United World an organization that consisted of every country that existed quickly took action after the first attack, they implemented rules and laws to make society get back on its feet.
Registration of ''The Blessed'' a new term referring to people with a status screen, building a facility to study and train the blessed, and rebuilding of destroyed properties were all new laws implemented and effective immediately.
Taking in all the information with a range of emotions from happiness to sadness then excitement to worry he slumped on his bed to process it all when he received a call from his dear friend James.