"Centuries ago," Rasby began, her tone rich with reverence and ache, "the world teetered on the cusp of an irreversible change. At the heart of it all was a Bengali woman named Fadma, not a conqueror, not a queen, but a mother. Her only dream was to create a better life for her daughter. And from this dream, born of unconditional love, the Converter Chip was conceived."
FADMA
Leaves rustled gently overhead, as if listening.
"This device was never intended for destruction," she said, her voice thickening with emotion. "It was designed to allow human beings to manifest their deepest Art, their most sacred inner visions, with startling clarity. Fadma's daughter, with the chip, could breathe entire worlds into existence."
"But... human hands twisted its purpose. The lab that birthed it, GENDO, seized the design. They turned this miracle of expression into a weapon of mass production. Thus was born the Art skill known as Gun Class." Men and woman gained the ability to use power to summon guns. This new profound use of military arsen brought disastrous consequences to earth.
A shadow passed over Rasby as clouds moved across the sun.
"From that spark, war ignited across the planet. And it didn't stop there. Businessmen took the chip, replicated it, and sold it to anyone who could afford it. The world spiraled. Artists became warriors. Musicians became destroyers of minds.
What started out as just simple tunes fueling gang violence and murder became a battle field of bloodshed from sonic booms that could destroy an entire mountain to frequencies that made a sane man take his own life
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With time, the Converter Chip became obsolete because humanity itself had evolved. People no longer needed it. Their very emotions, their pain, their dreams... unlocked the power of Abi within them."
Rasby's voice faltered briefly.
"And Fadma..." she whispered. "Fadma died trying to reverse the damage she had unintentionally caused. Her revolutions failed. Her heart broke. Her dream dissolved into history."
"The Converter Chip didn't create Art. It revealed what was already coming," Rasby said, standing tall now. "It accelerated the emergence of Art Classes: Saber Wielders, Dancers, Painters, Engineers... and Visionaries, the rarest of them all."
"Fadma's adopted Japanese son, Renku, believed that Art was the plague that ruined Earth. He and another rare Visionary named Arkvine planned to create the Converter Chip Destroyer, storing Abi for ten years to imagine a power that would impede on humans free will. This simple action is against the laws of Joy. However before they could attempt their solution to fix the world, raitors exposed them. The facility was bugged with several nuclear explosives and it was reduced to ashes, Arkvine did from the explosion. And Renku... he broke."
"His grief became fuel. His vsionary Art boiled over. And from his sorrow came something monstrous: the Pink Smoke, a manifestation of his hatred. Everything the ink smoked touched was the will of Renku and that was to destroy humanity. A twisted Abi reaction that consumed the world's machines, transforming them into Barrakudos. Evolving Parasites far beyond normal tiny insects, even the earths bacteria took on a new evolutionary form.. From this horror rose Four rulers of the Surface: Modiko the Parasite King, B the bacteria Queen, King Toy Master the AI Barrakudo and King Kozuko the QI Barrakudo and later came the fifth king The puppet Master Igris."
The forest seemed to recoil at the names.
The Floating Salvation
"With his final breath, Renku gathered humanity's last spark. He summoned islands from the Earth, lifting them skyward, chaining them to a Great Tree with threads of pure will and hope. When his life ended, Joy Himself kept them afloat. A gesture of mercy. A sanctuary."
Deer Point: A God in the Sky
"And thus rose North Deer Point. To the animals who dwell there, it is divine. To the humans, it is memory. To both, it is sacred. But peace... peace never lasts."
Rasby turned. Another Angel stood behind her, wings faintly glowing.
"How is your child, Angel?" she asked gently.
Angel smiled. "He is no longer a child. He is a man now."
Rasby "I see, the Demigods grow so fast"
Angel "Your Braxill is much different from my child, it seems he imagines whimsical creations, some not even of this world. My child mostly created cybernetic designs that reflected his experience on Arkvine."
Rasby closed her eyes. "That is why I erased his memories. So he can be free. So his heart can dream before it remembers."
Angel smiled "That was smart of you"
"Of course I consulted Joy first" A moment of silence then she continues "Do you miss him, Braxer?"
Angel looked toward the stars.
"I'm always with him, after all we are the first children of God, it is our job to be the guardians of humanity."