Michael woke up inside of a completely new area, a bedroom? Getting up, his hand drifted towards his sword.
His equipment beside the bed, his hand gripped the handle. Just then, three people came in.
“Hello, please follow us.”
Michael looked calmer at the sight of the two but raised his eyebrow at the third.
“Who is he?”
“He is someone else who was requested.”
Michael got up and began following the two, the third was covered head to toe in clothes.
Walking past the hallways that twist and turn, they made it to a another door, one of the two knocked.
Waking up, John noticed one glaring issue.
“Where the fuck am I?”
There were soft cushions under him instead of the usual sleeping bag, and another thing, he was on an actual bed.
“John! You're awake!” Michael opened the door as two other people walked in.
““Greetings.”” the two said at the same time as John sat up, “Uh. Yeah, hey.”
The two bowed and the one on the left spoke once more “When you are done, please follow us, we will wait outside,” as they left, John noticed shimmers in their eyes.
“Hey Michael, where are we?”
“Oh, right, haha. We're in a camp!” Clearly he doesn't find any of this weird.
“But… the world ended, like, 2 weeks ago?”
“I know! Crazy!”
Another person came in. One with a face veil and a white cloak, similar to religious clothing. White gloves and shoes, not a single part of him was shown.
“■!” ■ waved excitedly.
“Oh! This guy was also taken here!” Michael added and pointed at the silent waving figure.
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“Okay? Where are we though.”
“Dunno, but we should follow the two now if you're so trusting.”
John got up and noticed his backpack beside his bed, like any normal person, he grabbed it and checked the items.
“...nothings gone. Alright, let's go.”
Following Michael and ■, John left the room. The three now following the twins reached a large and spacious room with a pillow throne at the back, like a throne.
A little boy sat atop the pillows, no older than nine? His voice spoke aloud, “Hello!”
““Greetings oh, prophet.”” the twins spoke as if on cue, once bowing they left, leaving them with the Prophet as his gaze moved from the twins to the trio, piercing into our souls as he saw the truth, nothing could hide.
His starry gaze stopped at ■ and he nodded his head while greeting him, “Hello, Most Forgotten Star! I'm a fan!” His voice was cheerful.
His gaze shifted towards the next person, Michael, as he greeted him, “Oh! The Oldest and Brightest Star!” He said with a passionate voice, “I hope we can be friends this time!” Michael quietly at the Prophets cheerful voice.
Finally, his voice travelled to the final person, John, as his eyes glinted, “And…? Who are you?” He asked while tilting his head.
John also tilted his head, “What?”
“You have no light… you have no qualifications of a star, so who are you?”
“I'm John, who are you? Huh?” Slightly annoyed that this random person and Michael received cool names and he didn't, he replied in a sarcastic tone.
“Well, I am the Prophet of the stars.”
“Then where are we?”
“You are in my camp, well, religious site. This is my constellation, human.”
He absently moved his head back to Michael, ignoring John, “So,” he started, his tone completely changed, “Big bro, do you wanna stay here!”
‘Big bro??’ John's mind was peeved as he saw this kid change his behaviour with a flick of a button.
“Nah, we are going to go somewhere.”
Michael seemed to not mind in John's eyes as he continued, “I suggest you should too.”
Michael grabbed the wrist of both ■ and John as he walked off, “Wait! Big bro! Alright! I'm sorry! How about I come with you!”
“Nah, you're needed here. Maybe in the future but, right now, no.”
He looked downcast as we walked out of the camp, it was large.
“So, where are we going now?”
“Well, we should head to a safer place, maybe somewhere safer. Right newbie?”
Michael released their wrists as he began walking forward.
“■.” ■ nodded his head, as he moved closer to John as the three walked forward, towards a distant mountain.
Flames rise higher as figures as large as the clouds touching the sky, mist covering their faces as flying monsters hover around the mist.
CRASH!—
Looking up from where the crash was, there was a crack in the sky as a figure escaped the crack, beyond the crack, a timer could be seen.
“What the fuck?”
“...” Michael looked more serious than before as the timer read…
「COMMAND CONFIRMED」
「STAGE 3 ACTIVATED
Change logs
Undead Cannibals have been upgraded to Zombies.
Flying Monsters have been upgraded to Star Devourers.
Star qualifiers have recieved 『Player Systems』.
Deletion of unnecessary user data.
THANK YOU FOR READING.」
“Shit…”
“Fuck…”
“■…”
The three stopped in their tracks as the crack shut itself.
John took out his journal as he began writing once more.
「The world just got worse. It seems to be truly, truly ending.」
「But what is that weird console thing?」
