"Finally!" A man looked happily at what he had managed to create by the things that he had salvaged from the platforms that were out of work.
It had been so many years, but finally, he was going to go home. He poured all his energy onto the thing in front of him and looked towards the sky with a hopeful look.
However, the look disappeared from his face as he noticed nothing.
"No… that can't be! It's working. So why is it not—"
Suddenly, he noticed something else happening a few dozen kilometers away. The thing he was trying to do had resulted in something he could not expect at all.
After all, how was he supposed to know that there was a concealed portal to another universe so close to him?
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A figure clad in dripping black smoke moved around a void of his own creation. He paced back and forth, thinking of what exactly he could do in this disaster he had caused.
He didn't care for the lives of humans at all, so the dilemma he was having wasn't on what he could do for the humans, but rather what he could do for himself.
"Dammit! I didn't choose anyone to represent me because I wanted to wait for the dungeons to send out beasts again. Having someone would've helped me right now," he thought.
"Wait… I can still do it, can't I?" he thought.
He disappeared from his void, arriving next to a young woman in her mid-20s that was crying next to a wreckage of a building.
"Tristan! Tristan! Stay with me. I will get you out, okay? Don't worry," she spoke through her tears. The short, black-haired girl showed enough courage to save her brother from the rubble.
However, not only was she courageous, but she was also in denial, as anyone that could think rationally at the moment would see that her brother was already dead.
He had died in the collapsed building while being surrounded by a massive fire that had exploded from a nearby gas leak.
The only reason the girl had managed to survive was that her brother had pushed her out of the fire before the house collapsed. The fire was no more, on her or her brother, but it was too late.
"Young girl…" the newly arrived party spoke in the girl's ears.
The girl turned around and saw a face with two horns, no eyes, and a mouth that wriggled with worms all over it.
"AHHH!" the girl shouted the moment she saw his face.
"Don't shout, my child," the being said. "You do not shout in the face of a god."
"A… a god?" the girl slowly turned around.
"Yes, a god," the being said. "I see that you require some assistance, would you like my aid?"
"C-can you help bring my brother out of the rubble? He's trapped underneath," the girl said.
The god shook his head, worms being tossed out of his mouth left and right. "I'm afraid your brother is dead," he said.
The girl's heart shattered and along with it any hope of her rescuing her brother.
"No… that can't be…" the girl said. "Tristan… he can't…"
"I'm afraid so," the god said. "But… you can save other people. You can save other's families, their mother and father, their brother and sister, and all of their loved ones."
The god got close to her. "Girl… do you want to become the Apostle of a god?" he asked.
The girl was surprised, her emotional state at the worst state it could be. The death of her brother had already hurt her so much, and that was only minutes after seeing her mother explode along with the fire from the gas in the house.
She quickly suppressed her emotions and nodded. "I will. Please, let me become an Apostles so I can help people," she said.
"Good, Good," the god said. "I will finalize the rest of the details with you later. For now, I lend to you some of my powers."
The girl felt a wave of energy enter her, and suddenly the little mana she could use was improved by a massive amount on top of adding to what she already had.
The wounds on her body swiftly disappeared, the pain vanishing along with it. She hadn't realized just how to hurt she was before and only just realized it.
A screen appeared in front of her, giving her her current status and showing just how strong she was as well as telling her just what she could do.
The girl had a very high Strength, some moderate speed, and not as good mana stat. However, that 'not as good' mana stat was still A rank, which dwarfed the majority of the hunters in the world.
"Go and help people with the power I have given to you today. All I ask in return is that you spread my name, Stryxus," the god said. "If you do not do it, I will take back what I've given you."
"Don't worry, god Stryxus, I will do as you command," the girl said and quickly pulled her brother and mother's body from the rubble. She teared up once more at the sight of their dead body, but she suppressed her emotions again.
One could ask if she was able to suppress her emotions this well out of her own doing, or was there someone else influencing her?
The girl left the location quickly to go help the others that had fallen victim to the disaster.
"Hahaha, I'm awesome," the god thought. "That's how one should make use of a terrible situation. Now I will continue living forever."
With a happy smile on his terrible face, Stryxus disappeared back to the void he had come from.
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The entire world looked in shock at the disaster that had struck the United States of America.
From the Department of Dungeon Defense in Pennsylvania to the Hunter's Association in Beijing, China, everyone was in horrified shock at what had happened to the USA.
As the satellite images started appearing, the shock only continued to grow.
