Wizard World:Struggles of dimensions

92 redepemtion

A whirlpool suddenly emerged in front of the whole world, the whirlpool full of indescribable beauty and majesty that signified the root of the world emerged, the appearance of such a whirlpool instantly sent all inhabitants of the world into a frenzy both magicians and mortal as they were entranced by the root, and in that whirlpool that signified the root was a little red-haired girl floating with eyes closed like a sleeping fairytale princess.

This vision spread throughout the whole world and was visible through all parallel timelines of the holy grail core world, suddenly the sleeping girl opened her bright ruby eyes, her eyes seemed to charm all beings as everyone was entranced by her, regardless of strength or status, her gaze seemed to penetrate into all things and every one’s heart, all beings who witnessed the penetrating gaze felt uncontrollable guilt and shame as they believed the secrets hidden in their hearts were seen, their shameful disgraceful moments were brought to the fore and they instantly felt unworthy to be gazed upon, unworthy of hope and unworthy of redemption.

“I would like to bear the filth of the world and grant redemption.” She solemnly declared, her voice ignoring all constraints of space and matter and resounding through all corners of the world, the painstaking ritual designed by Constantine was finally reaching the climax, the endless sins and filth of the whole world suddenly appeared from the whirlpool and flowed into her, the indigenes of the world who were filled with sin’s negative emotion and various filth suddenly felt at ease, like a huge burden on their very being had been lifted and was transferred to someone else, those who were sick, were about to die, were in pain, or incurred any infirmity of any kind were instantly healed and returned to their most perfect state.

Redemption had been granted and a loud prayer from the hearts of everyone started resounding “Lord thank you, for forgiveness” and with the prayers a large amount of faith started to flow towards the red haired girl who had been engulfed by a huge cocoon of filth and sin, not only the faith of countless beings praying at the moment but also the immense amounts of faith that the believers of the church had contributed to paradise for centuries, the ensuing faith dyeing the black cocoon of filth in the whirlpool golden, the mighty torrent of faith and blessings soon burst into a bright white golden divine splendor, the brilliant light shining from the roots of the world spreading through countless timelines and spaces, activating countless magic veins and nodes hidden in the earth redirecting and enhancing them, bringing forth an incredible effect akin to that of an aura recovery allowing countless mortals the ability and affinity to step into the hidden mystical world of magic, allowing the rules hidden in the root to open up giving countless stagnant magicians an easier way forward.

With the disappearance of the light so did the whirlpool vision in the sky become hidden once more, nevertheless even with the disappearance of the vision countless indigenes cried out sincerely “Holy, Holy, the goddess of redemption.”

Floating in front of the root whirlpool was a blond young man donning a dim yellow long coat and right next to him was a bronze skinned healthy old man wearing a loose magician robe, they were Constantine and the president, Constantine was here to take control of the ritual after all although the ritual had been partly completed there were still some loose ends to tie up, as the president of the clock tower he naturally could not leave a foreign sorcerer alone with the root.

“So what next, don’t tell me you plan to keep her here.” The president stated in his usual domineering tone as he stared at the cocoon that was emitting such strong malice that made him instinctively uncomfortable.

“Of course not.” Constantine simply replied as his gaze fell on the squirming mass of malice and sin that composed the thick shell of the cocoon.

“Have you heard about luck?” Constantine suddenly asked,

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“Luck?” the president repeated broodingly, he knew the sorcerer naturally was not inquiring about the word in the general sense but something more profound.

“Yes a term from the martial civilization, according to them every large civilization or organization has its own unique luck or destiny,” Constantine simply explained

“You mean,” the bronze old man said with a hint of fear in his tone as If he didn’t want to believe what he had just guessed.

“Yes, the 3 last participants were from the martial wizard and science federation, each representing their civilization, Berserker who was the winner naturally enabled the wizard luck in him to grow by swallowing the luck of the defeated.” Constantine simply affirmed the presidents guess,

“You want to swallow and use their luck,” the president finally said his guess almost screaming, and then continued with a hint of doubt “but isn’t something like that way above your league after all the control and use of such a thing logically should be in the top leaders of the organization.”

Constantine nodded and stating plainly “You are right, that was what made this array so complex and cumbersome, I also had to make use of all accidents and possibilities just to make sure most of them were eliminated leaving the 3 of them to have the highest probability of meeting when it was only them left it was naturally no longer a battle between juniors but that of civilizations but they represented the civilizations behind them.”

When he saw the president was still uneasy, Constantine laughed and explained, “Relax the luck generated is the individuals’ unique luck corresponding to their civilization, like the shares of a company, they all have a very minute minuscule share as champion level figures of their respective civilizations, why do you think the big 3 civilizations have more practitioners that easily breakthrough to higher realms, and more geniuses are easily discovered?”

“So....”

“So, I plan to use the boy’s luck to combine with hers making her able to generate a rune that perfectly blends her essence and that of the filth collected, they already have a natural connection all I am doing is just tightening the bond.” Constantine explained smiling, the president still had many questions to ask but Constantine was not interested in answering, when the lips of the old man parted about to speak Constantine silenced him “shhh, look its already begun “Constantine said as he gestured towards the cocoon that now seemed to be rapidly shrinking in size.