Edmund knew if he would tell them about Attributes it would plant a seed of greed within them. But this was an obstacle that needed to be overco as soon as possible.
"So these Drears would get stronger with ti. Would they be stronger than an average human being?" A General asked.
But there was another person in the room who had understood the delicacy of the situation.
"Edmund, give us your honest opinion, what should we do in this situation?" Mr. President asked.
The General didn't wait for Edmund to finish and said, "Sir, I think we must conscript them. Who knows what they will do after getting stronger?"
Most of the Generals had been thinking of the sa thing. Even if this statent had co out of greed, no one in the room could say it was wrong. Random people with strange powers were like ticking ti bombs. The road could have been turning in either right or wrong direction any day.
But Edmund hadn't thought like that. He had decided that he shouldn't go against the Governnt for now. As surviving and becoming stronger in random situations had already beco his basic instincts. Yet his choice of words would dictate the life of many and he couldn't run away from this. He stood up and gave a glance to everyone there.
Security personnel had stepped towards him as Edmund stood up, but a look from Mr. President stopped them at their place.
"RECORD."
An eerie breeze filled the room, and the magical symbols in Edmund's took aback everyone in the eyes of the young man.
Edmund looked at the screen and gravely said, "I believe, like , every Drear can see a tir on the System. And it roughly left us with 159 hours out of the ti that I could see. And unlike , many Drears are just as confused about this as you are. Now nobody is sure about the purpose of the tir, but we can relate it to the Dungeons."
Even the Generals felt deep fear of the unknown after seeing that horrible looking black-film and misty light.
Edmund continued, "It would be better for the Governnt to have a better understanding of the situation and wait until that ti. The Governnt can also make a central platform where one can upload all the information about the location of these statues. Then you can invite the Drears to register themselves if they want."
Without ntioning the General, he said, "And conscripting them at the mont of confusion and chaos will be the end of all humanity."
All mbers fell silent, listening to the undeniable facts.
"Very well, Mr. Edmund, I want you to cooperate with the Secretary of Defense on this essential task."
Mr. President was not about to let go of the biggest opportunity he had chanced upon. Using the face and knowledge of this young man, they could control the situation and could also make sure nothing unexpected happens.
But Edmund didn't share these motives.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I want to spend the rest of the week preparing myself for the Dungeon. But if the country needs any information that I could share, then I would happily cooperate."
The officials dropped Edmund at his ho. And, as usual, he opened his console for so late-night gaming. He played for a little more than an hour and then suddenly closed his eyes. An unseen wave surrounded his entire apartnt. Edmund made sure that no one had been spying on him. He used the unmonitored channel to contact one of his friends.
Edmund: I have done whatever I could. The rest is on them.
Samael: Humph! You are being too optimistic, Edmund. Let's say they would agree with your suggestion, but what about the other countries?
Edmund: Sigh. That's what I'm worried about the most. Did you check the internet? So governnts are already using the missing reports to hunt down the Drears.
Samael: I say fuck the governnt.
Edmund: No, we don't know what's going to happen in the coming week. The situation can also turn into, as so people are calling it. An End of Ti.
Samael: I don't know, man. I've contacted those whom I could. You were right; it gave all of them that thing. ALL OF THEM.
Edmund: What do we say about the survival gas?
Samael: The better the Starter-Pack, the more the difficulty.
Edmund: Yes.
Samael: Eddy, we are fucked.
Edmund put down the mobile and looked at his computer screen. The Arican Governnt had just issued an official statent to all the Drears.
'Every Drear starting tomorrow can access the app of Arican Drear Association or ADA. It is in developnt as the news is being released. And Drears can register their Class and apply for any help. The Governnt will also provide financial aid to the Drears if necessary. And we would provide all the information, from reliable sources, to them free of cost.'
A small smile found its way to his face. It wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing. Like everyone, he also had a dream. And if he survives this ordeal, then he would turn it into reality. His eyes shone with runic symbols and his hand reached into the void. He took a deep fiery breath and a blood-red Mage's robe had appeared in his hands.
*
In an unknown space.
Aldrich went to his tent and sat down for his daily ditation.
'This is a dream, this is a dream, this Wait a minute, sothing is wrong!' A thought flashed through him.
[
Life Analyzation Failed
Re-initiating Dream Phase
Iteration: 3rd
]
The only thing so people could do was wait. So were waiting for their chance, so were waiting for their inevitable death.
And yet, ironically, none had thought about which happened next.
*
8 June 2020
02:00 AM
Washington D. C.
"You don't have to be around all the ti," Edmund said, scrutinizing the two black-suited agents.
One of them said, "We are just following our orders, Sir. Please don't mind us."
"We also have cleared the area around the statue of your own choice. Nothing will impede the entire process." The other also chid in.
Edmund didn't want to be the subject of constant observation. But the pros were outweighing the cons by a huge margin. Not only was the Governnt providing him access to a statue for himself, but they had also fetched all the people from all over the world. People who he had recomnded.
In return, the only thing he had to do was to make a video of everything that would happen within the Dungeon. And he was sure that he wasn't the only one who was suitable for this job. There were even soldiers who had beco Drears. The only thing which allowed him to enjoy this 'service' was his decision-making skills.
"Ok, whatever. Let's go, it's better to be there an hour before the deadline," Edmund replied.
Only 1 hour remained to hit the deadline and in 1 hour it would be the 1 week anniversary of the Night of awakening. The ADA, aka Arican Drear Association, had beco the most retweeted and shared article in the world. Not only Drears, but even common citizens had beco fans of the organisation.
'It would take so ti to verify all the Drears on the app. A local hub for verification would be the best bet for this,' Edmund thought, passing his ti in the Black BMW.
It didn't take them long to reach their destination, ridian Hill Park. Ever since the ghastly black transparent film had covered the famous statues in the park, it had been looking like ruins. But fortunately, or unfortunately, only one statue was under the pillar of muddy-yellow light. Whether it was a mist, a curtain, or liquid, no one knew. The only confird thing was its base color; Yellow.
Millions of people had gone missing that 'Night', but compared to the number of statues, that number was nothing. And yet Edmund was sure, unlike him, so Drears were just hiding sowhere. But could they hide from the flashes of the Tir? Edmund wasn't sure, but he had decided it was best to face the problem. If he can't adapt, he had better die.
"Sir, we have arrived." The agent said, taking out Edmund from his stupor.
Edmund saw a man standing at the front gate as he stepped out of the car. In his blue shorts and white shirt, he must have looked like a middle-schooler, if it wasn't for his height and build. Broad wasn't a term that would have done justice to his chest. But without his comical dressing, at first sight, anyone could mistake him for a wrestler.
"Samael, how was the flight?" Edmund asked, shaking hands.
Samael, like Edmund, was a Pro-gar. His build, as he proclaid, was a nature's gift to him.
"By flight, do you an the jet that ca to pick up? How do you think it was?" Samael replied, grinning from ear to ear.
The agents followed them in, finding their way to the Yellow pillar. Soldiers had already encircled the statue along with 20 other Drears. As they saw Samael coming with the 'face' of the ADA, a wave of murmur washed over all the presented individuals.
Edmund sighed, "And that's why I had argued against the idea of using my profile on the App's hopage."
"Well, you had it coming. Now face the consequence, Mr. Celebrity. Haha," Samael said.
Edmund raised his head, and for the first ti, he questioned his actions. 'What if everything goes wrong? Wouldn't I beco the reason for their death?' thoughts like these flooded his mind. Anyone could have questioned their decisions and even their lives if they were to see that statue. One could have called it nothing but the Death Incarnate.
This was the statue of one of history's gifts to the future, an Italian Poet, a writer, a philosopher, and promulgated by the Pope himself, 'Pride and Glory of Humanity' Dante Alighieri.
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