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Eastern front, April 1926
I could feel my entire body in pain.
Where was I? Was I in a… church? What am I doing here? What happened?
Someone grabbing me by the hair and moving me. It seemed to be a woman. Who is she? Was the same person that had left me like this?
*THUMP*
Ugh, she just dropped me and I hit my head… but I think I’m starting to remember.
Yes, it’s her fault that I’m here like this. Her strength was ridiculous, and she… defeated me.But how? Has Being X interfered in some way? It would definitely explain why we have ended up in a church. THAT DAMN BEING X SENT A PUPPET TO TRY AND TAKE CARE OF ME AND SHE PLANNED TO DO IT ON A CHURCH! I could imagine the smug face he must have had in his face while planning all of this.
I could feel my entire body filling with rage while I was standing up. I was going to kill that bitch no matter what and teach that bastard that I could survive all the shit that he sent me. But I couldn’t be careless about it since it seemed like Being X was directly backing her up.
Should I use the Type 95? I was confident that it would be enough to take her down but praying to him to eliminate his puppet would be no different than telling him that he wins. And I wasn’t sure if I would be capable of killing her only with a knife and a pistol with no enhanced bullets as I had lost my rifle.
Then I saw her with her back turned on me, looking at the statue of an angel.
You know what Being X? If you want me to use the type 95 to kill her I will. “But you better wait seated if you want to hear a single prayer coming from my mouth!” I hear myself screaming while I activate the orb and sent myself flying at max speed against the back of the woman.
She tries to turn to look at me, but before she completely rotates I grab her and we crash against the statue, destroying it and going through the wall behind it.
I can feel her struggling to break free from my grip and the orb overheating as we go out the city, but at this point I only really care about showing Being X how wrong he is.
When I feel the orb is about to explode I lower my altitude and throw both the Type 95 and Being X’s puppet as far away from me as I can, hearing the explosion just as I hit the ground.
“Take that Being X! You tried to make me choose between giving up to you to save myself or getting killed by your ‘holy knight’, and now you have lost both your puppet and that cursed tool you forced me to take so you could try to manipulate me! This is a total loss for you! Hahahahaha!”
Time is flowing normally instead of stopping. He is not going to show up? Of course not, what else could I expect from a hypocritical coward like him except to hide himself when faced with a situation like this.
I tried standing up but my entire body felt exhausted and like a car had just run over me which could only mean that, on top of being injured, I was suffering from mana exhaustion. That left me with the only option of waiting for my subordinates to end the battle and to come looking for me, which I don’t think will take them long now that the most dangerous enemy has been dealt with and there is no way they don’t recognise the explosion as one caused by the Type 95, so I should have the Type 97 ready for when they try to communicate with me.
Wait, where is the Type 97? Shit, I cannot find it in me and now that I think about it I also didn’t have it when I flew out of the church, but I remember having it when we got in. Then that meant that the orb was probably still there since I doubt anyone would enter there in the short term, so when the 203rd comes for me I will have to order for them to go and look for it there.
Ufff I’m so tired… Maybe I can take a five minute nap while they finish the battle.
No no what am I thinking, I cannot sleep here, I still am in enemy territory and there is no telling if they will be even able to find me if I’m asleep.
I must… stay… awake…
zzzzzz
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Somewhere everywhere, Unmeasurable time
To say that Being X was furious would be an understatement.
His superiors had recently discovered about his intervention in one of the worlds he was in charge of and they had put him on trial time, which meant that he was now being closely watched and not only he would need to take back his blessings and relics that he recently gave, he wouldn’t be even be able to act upon the world the atheist was anymore on the short term, of course short term for existences like himself, which meant that when he could do it again the atheist and everybody close to him (well, her) would be long time dead.
And all of that wasn’t even what had made him so pissed off. It was exactly that damned atheist the one thing that drove him close to madness with her levels of arrogance that shouldn’t be even possible to have. Not only she had refused to recognise him as a God, as the supreme being that he was, but she even claimed that he was some sort of impersonator and, in the end, used his own relic, given to her so that she could see for herself the glorious power of that which is sacred, to kill his knight full of blessings, sent to show her the wrongness of her ways, destroying both of them in the process.
All of that meant that the only thing that really was left of his interventions was the own atheist. Which raised the question of what to do with her.
He could just take his soul, but then what? He couldn’t really put it on another world to try again to convert him since his superiors would notice another soul being reincarnated with its memories intact, and he could not erase it for the same reason, but he couldn’t leave the atheist unscathed after all she has done.
That’s when he remembered something, his little pet project, made to try and convince his superiors the necessity to limit the free will of the humans by showing him the dangers they presented to themselves if left unsupervised. Ultimately it proved to be a loss of time since he was only laughed at and he ended forgetting about it, but now it could be a good trash can to throw the atheist in and forget about her.
Now it was time to go back to work, since his superiors had also warned him about the amount of delayed work he had been accumulating lately.