“Congratulations,” Q, the Void Contract, greeted as he manifested in a goddess' domain.
He was greeted by a smug-looking Astraea. She was incredibly proud of herself with how things went. It was a small chance that it would succeed and it paid off.
“Did you really have that little faith in gods and humanity?” She asked.
“Who wouldn't? When you've seen what I've seen, you'd be very cynical.” He shrugged.
“I can only imagine,” she sighed. She sat on the edge of the bed and brushed her hair back.
Q turned into mist and reformed beside her. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
“That was very clever, though,” he praised her.
The gods called for a convention once more. As it was expected…“I heard you've taken a liking to a human.” A voice came from behind her.“Apollo.”“Astraea.”The two exchanged simple greetings that way. The two continued to walk to the gathering hall.“For one who loved humanity so much, it took you long enough, huh?” He teased her.“I don't want to hear that from you. Did you have your ‘beloved’ peek into my affairs?” She scoffed.Apollo's nose scrunched up a bit.“My oracle's sight is more powerful than
On that day, the gods gave humanity a trial. Mankind had been able to pull through several years. Wars, pandemics, and disasters emerged a few years back. Most people thought that the end of times were near. Humanity was not united, no. There were still corrupt people in power. There were still clashes in beliefs. There were still various kinds of disparities and discrimination. But the human race continued to struggle to survive. As if praising their perseverance, the gods made themselves known. [The gods are impressed with the steadfast existence of humanity.] On that day, almost every person on Earth found themselves staring at these words in front of them. “Do you see this?” “There's something in front of me...”
A couple of years have passed since the trial began. Humanity is quick to adapt. Different organizations rose from the ground up. Players. Awakened. Hunters. Heroes. The chosen. People had different terms for those who have had their souls weighed. The accepted terms for these individuals are ‘Breakers’. Their goals are the same: to prevent a repeat of the tragedy of the first day. At least, on the surface. The existence of transcended humans is part of the norm. It integrated into society. As if it were a phase that everyone would go through. “This is Sera Mckenna,” a woman spoke through her earpiece. She had fiery red hair and eyes. Flames danced around her wrists before fading. As the flames died, her hair became a blonde color. Her eyes also turned blue. “We have
“Name?” “Q.” “P-pardon?” That was not the answer the doctor was expecting. He was inspecting the patient's pupils for any abnormality. That response caught him off guard. “Q. My name is Q,” he reiterated. There was nothing on him that held any identification. He didn't even have a wallet or anything of the sort. That in itself was peculiar. The other civilians were done being treated. They sent those well enough to the agency that will assist them in getting back home. It was a normal procedure. This patient was the most gravely injured. And yet... “Vital signs appear to be normal. Limbs are… normal.” He hesitated a bit. There was nothing wrong with the patient's limbs. Well
“Please change into this,” Estelle said as she gave Avis Walker a blue tracksuit. Some of the staff often referred to him as Subject Q. “Alright.” He took the tracksuit and had a feel of it before he started taking off his clothes. Estelle was slightly flustered as she recalled their previous hookup. “Excuse me,” she said and left the room in a hurry. “It's all part of the job,” she told herself as she regained her composure. This wasn't the first time she used her charm to extract information. Her eyes have an ability to affect the mentality of a person. She never had the chance to use it on him, though. There was no need. She just didn't expect him to be so straightforward. Q opened the door and went out of the room. He looked back for a moment and chuckled. They w
The training dummy's head rolled away as the body fell backward. “Did anyone get any data from that?” The assessment team in the observation room was scrambling to get the data from Q's attack. Estelle and Sven were also watching the candidates. “Strength registers as high A. Same goes for speed,” one of the analysts responded. “Other parameters are normal so far.” Regular breakers can take down training dummies with ease. Even Zeke Arnold took down the level one training dummy in one hit. But that was using one of the training weapons. Plus, Zeke is a melee fighter. Q is a mage. A summoner, at that. That's why it was more surprising that he took down the training dummy in such fashion. “That was reckless,” Q told himsel
The first phase of the assessment finished for all three groups. They were given time to rest before the next phase. In the meantime, they were provided meals during the short break. The candidates were recuperating during this time. Meanwhile, the assessment team compiled their data on promising candidates for this batch. “For the non-combat group, we have a promising candidate,” said one of the staff officers. “Caitlin Aoife. Mid Tier Class: Priestess. Her parameters are decent with high focus on VIT and INT. She is a bit reckless but she has a good sense of her surroundings.” There were also evaluations for other candidates from that group. Caitlin stood out because of her ability to make quick decisions. “About the general group, we have a title holder without a
The last part of the assessment had the groups gather into a single large hall. They were lectured on the other basics of being a breaker. They were taught basic skills of a breaker. Inventory skills, especially, are very useful. The orientation also included the responsibilities, privileges, and the prospects of recruitment. It had the purpose of motivating new breakers to strive to get stronger. While it was happening, the assessment team was swamped with analysis tasks. It wouldn't be this busy usually. But a certain individual has been adding workload to the assessment team over and over. Even now, they are examining the relic from the level zero field. “The results show that it's a replica-type,” one of the analysts said. “There's nothing abnormal about it. At first glance, that is.” “At first glance? What d