Hope Sector, Viracocha’s Heaven.
In a nightmarish tal temple, a god of mist, lightning, and malevolence was sitting on a colossal stone throne. His crescent pupils stared into emptiness as he handled a hundred problems simultaneously. The crusade against Qucha raged on, dominating his primary consciousness. Most of his parallel thoughts were engaged in managing his internal world, while a fraction trained his skills.
Finally, a minority of his consciousness attempted to address the issues concerning his upcoming Tribulation.
The System had undoubtedly concocted sothing terrifying, and many of his faithful would perish. Viracocha’s build focused on the sacrifice of his followers rather than his own, and he was confident in his survival. However, his enemies, Qucha foremost among them, would undoubtedly seize this opportunity to attack. The countdown to his Tribulation was ticking, and he had to resolve the goddess issue before that. He glanced at his notifications.
[Tribulation]: One Tribulation pending.
Future Tribulation delayed until:
Ti: 84 523 days 18 hours 24 minutes 9 seconds.
Two hundred and thirty years. A lengthy span for so mortals, but a relatively short deadline for a god.
Suddenly, one of his minor consciousnesses brought up a Hope Sector announcent. Priam Azura had just beco an Ace.
For a thousandth of a second, Viracocha's major consciousness was astonished. The mortal, less than an insect, had chosen the Zenith Way. He surely believed he was the chosen one awaited by the Seven. What folly.
Viracocha had long understood that the Zenith Way was a trap—a ans for the Seven to closely monitor all the greatest geniuses. The System littered their path with obstacles, forcing their developnt in the hope that they would find answers to eternal questions.
Skillfully manipulating ti, space, order, and karma, the Concepts compelled these prodigies to clash, honing their skills in an endless cycle of battle and growth. Those who survived this crucible eventually beca the titans of the Universe.
The vast majority were crushed without remorse.
A thought crossed Viracocha's mind. Despite all his efforts to stay away from conflicts that could lead to his demise, he had bestowed his blessing upon an Ace. His suspicious nature suspected that the System had planned it all along. He thought he had paid the right to proselytize during the Reunion of Humanity, but his offering must not have satisfied the Seven. Greedy bastards...
The news bored Viracocha. Priam Azura was currently nothing more than a mosquito, but in this Universe, things changed rapidly. Yet, not for a mont did he consider retracting his blessing. The Champion of humanity was currently in Elysium, and any direct interaction would increase his karma with the Spearhead World.
A Universal War was approaching, and Viracocha had no desire to die on so battlefield fighting against aliens so that the Seven Grand Concepts could find their own inspiration.
One of his consciousnesses connected to the blessing he had granted the human. The Concept he had crafted to beco a god had to do with death. In this regard, it was pretty simple for him to check if Priam was in danger.
The received data made him smile. The human had nearly succumbed three tis in the last week.
"How many tis can you dance with death without granting it a final kiss?" chuckled Viracocha.
The laughter made thunder roar and millions of followers in the Heaven shudder.
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