Chapter 112: Man vs Departure

Chapter 112: Man vs Departure

A tense silence hung heavily over Walter Tyes shop.

The merchant sat comfortably behind his counter as he read. Unlike Basil, who flipped through the pages of Benjamins notebook, Walter studied each word religiously. It was eerie to watch him read without blinking or breathing. His bodyguard Hagen eventually filled the silence with a bored whistle.

Im surprised you came to me first instead of warning the rest of your team, Basil, Walter said as he reached the notebooks final page. I thought you didnt believe in keeping secrets?

I dont, Basil replied. I intend to share this information with my team after fact-checking.

His party had already gone through a lot lately, and he didnt want to worry them over what could be baseless speculation.

Very wise. I am flattered that you trust my expertise and discretion so much. Walter closed the notebook. On paper, your late friends hypothesis is plausible. With the energy your cosmic egg has accumulated, you could reasonably return the Earth and moon to their proper place and restore the damage caused by the apocalypse.

Basil clenched his jaw. As much as he hated to say it, a part of him had hoped that Benjamin would be mistaken. It would be so much easier to push forward on a straight line than be at a crossroads.

Walter joined his hands together and let his chin rest upon them. However

There was always a but, Basil thought. However?

Gods rarely listen to prayers and almost never answer them, Walter said. This whole scenario runs on the assumption that the Trimurti will recreate the world if the competitions winner asks it of them. Any plan that entirely relies on someone elses reaction is doomed from the start, in my humble opinion.

Kalki would restore Earth if he could. Basil and the Avatar of Vishnu had had conversations about it. He wants to end the apocalypse more than anyone else.

Kalki is the equivalent of a finger to the greater deity that is Vishnu, Walter replied. Do you let your finger dictate your life? If it feels sore from a wound, it might influence your decisions, but it will hardly condition it. Besides, your friend is only one-third of a trinity whose members saw no issues in letting armies of monsters ravage the world.

Basil crossed his arms in disappointment. As cynical as Walter Tye sounded, he had a point. The Hindu didnt call Shiva the Destroyer for his kindness. Trying to figure out a deitys thought process was akin to diving into the dark. You could only go so deep before even the light failed you.

Walter smiled at him. What do you think moves humans forward?

Basil mulled over the question before answering. The search for happiness.

From a certain point of view, that is true, Walter conceded. But how does one achieve happiness?

By achieving milestones. Basil reviewed all the times he had felt joy in his life. By spending time with friends and family one loves with all their heart. By conquering ones fears and destroying their enemies. By achieving peace of mind.

Walter nodded in appreciation. All these answers are good, but I personally believe the last two are the strongest motivators of the human condition. The heart of human beings is constantly at war with inner fears. The fear of control. The fear of oblivion. The fear of starvation. The fear of being insignificant.

The fear of death? Hagen mused.

Basil could have sworn Walters gaze was briefly filled with regrets; though it might have been a mirage.

The fear of death most of all, the merchant agreed with a stone-cold expression. All humansdaresay all lifeformsaspire to the peace of heart that comes when they no longer feel fear. An artist presents their work to the public for the same reason a lover finds relief when their companion answers yes. In both cases, they are trying to stave off their fear of being unloved. It is why you have saints and dictators. Some try to come to peace with their inner fragility, while others try to drown it in blood.

What are you getting at? Basil asked him.

Maxwell might have brought the knowledge required to summon the System, but he only went as far as he did thanks to human accomplices like Benjamin. Walter returned the notebook to Basil. Without the greedy souls who helped build his towers of death, Maxwell would never have been able to summon the Trimurti in the first place.

Basil quickly caught on. You believe this disaster could happen again?

Even if you destroy your enemies and prevent them from reincarnating, there is no guarantee someone else wont come up with the same scheme as Dismaker Labs on their own, Walter confirmed. The technology already exists. All that is required is someones willingness to do the unthinkable for personal gain.

And there will always be a fool who wants to rule the world, Basil grumbled. If the Trimurti indeed recreated the world without editing out the knowledge that helped Dismaker Labs summon the System, then they were only delaying another disaster. If something was possible, someone out there would achieve it.

Hence my question. Walters eyes turned cold. Is a world that made its own self-destruction possible worth preserving?

The terrifying picture of Shumen burning flared back in Basils mind. Anything is better than our current hellhole.

Anything? Walter smiled thinly. True, Earth was a better place for your kind back then than it is now but it was hardly paradise either. Wars were waged over lies. Children died from hunger or gunfire. Boundless greed led to the poisoning of your air and seas.

Ill take what I can get, Basil replied with a snort. Because whats the alternative? To let someone like the Maleking become Overgod? That would mean Earths destruction. Keeping things as they are now? According to Benjamin, bugs will eventually tear down the world anyway. Recreating Earth seems like our best option.

Recreating the world could bring back the six billion people slain during the competition. It might even bring back his mother from the dead.

Walter raised an eyebrow. Even if you have to sacrifice your friends for it?

That was the million dollar question, but Basil had found a very simple answer to it.

I refuse to sacrifice anyone, he said. I dont think I have to do so either. Ive met elves coming from a planet destroyed by their System in France, so surviving a Systems destruction is possible. Will the Trimurtis power stretch to other universes if they decide to rebuild the world?

I doubt so, Walter conceded.

Then its just a question of evacuating my friends and allies to other universes before we restore ours, Basil pointed out. My girlfriend has a hotline to Outremonde, and your shop exists outside my universe. If we paid you for it, I dont think you would mind letting us use your place as a sanctuary during the transition.

The client is king. Hagen chuckled. It has been a while since we had guests. I should bring out the board games.

Thats a clever plan, Basil. I commend you for it. This time, Walters smile was genuine. However, you are still missing the obvious flaw in your argument.

Basil frowned in skepticism. Go on.

You are focusing on restoring the world as it was, instead of imagining how it should be, Walter said. If the Trimurti truly offers you the possibility of recreating the world does it have to be exactly like the one that came before?

Basil hadnt thought of that. He had been so focused on recreating the world as it was that he never considered that more possibilities might present themselves. Do you think the Trimurti would let me choose?

Who knows? At this echelon of power, your only limit is imagination. Walter shrugged. What is your ideal world, Basil?

Basil breathed sharply. Once he would have answered a self-sufficient house in the woods but now he wasnt sure anymore. Too much had changed since, his perspective included.

I dont know, he admitted.

Meditate on these words then, Walter replied calmly. The hard part begins once you have conquered the world. Perhaps the gods of your universe wont give you a choice, but if they do, it is better to come prepared.

All of this assumes you win the race, Hagen pointed out. Im a betting man, but youre not exactly the fastest horse on the track.

Basil nodded in agreement as he remembered his chat with the devil in Romania. One way or another, they would need to overcome many enemies. Ashok, Maxwell and the Maleking. The Maleking most of all.

You are forgetting someone, Basil, Walter said, having read his clients mind. The Unity is far from destroyed.

Basil didnt like being reminded of it. I thought you had sold your weapon to their enemies across the multiverse?

Thats not true, Hagen replied. To some, we gave the virus away for free.

Irredentist multiversal empires are a threat to my home as much as they are to yours, Walter said. I long for the day when the people of the infinite worlds will understand that trade pays better than war.

But until then, youll play the game, Basil guessed.

Walter nodded sharply. In time, the Unity might figure out a counter to my spell but the larger a structure, the more brittle its foundations. I have high hopes their empire will collapse under its own weight. However, cornered beasts fight to the death. If my assessment of the Unitys Grandmaster is correct, then she will do everything in her power to save her rotten legacy.

She will try to take a shot at becoming an Overgod. Basils jaw tightened in anger. You think she will attack Earth herself?

Afterward, they climbed down the hill and returned to their partys side. The group had gathered back in Shumen to gather supplies for the journey to Greece and meet up with Rosemarine.

Basils favorite dragon had been hard at work.

Basil could hardly recognize the smoking crater left by Blackcinders rampage. An ocean of green spanned as far as the eye could see. A primal forest had taken over the landscape. Moss grew over shattered buildings and the rusty remains of Gearsmen were drowned under beds of flowers. Green-skinned nymphsthe Hesperides summoned by Rosemarines Perkstended to gardens of food that would help sustain refugees. The air itself, once choked with dust and ashes, was now fully breathable again. Even the citys dungeon had become home to walls of thorns and roses.

Rosemarine had made a bouquet fit for a city-sized grave.

Yet in spite of her new divine power, the great dragon awaited Basil with her harness linked to the Steamobile. It mattered not that Steve could move on its own now. Rosemarine simply enjoyed pulling it forward. Vainqueur Knightsbane would probably puke at the sight.

As for the rest of the team they had all fallen under the thrall of addiction.

Next one will be the one, Shellgirl said atop a pile of random items. Basil noticed things as varied as cooking tools, shelves, weapons, boats, fans, a cart, and a tasteful antiquity-era chariot. Bugsy, your turn.

Im feeling it, Bugsy said, his fiery wings flapping madly in anticipation. Plato watched him with a look of compassion as he rested on a cushion. Fate is with me!

Shellgirl clapped her hands and a gift package appeared at Bugsys feet. The great burning centipede swiftly pulled out its ribbon with his teeth to unveil the content: a steel frying pan.

Ohhhhh! Bugsys eyes glittered with joy. An A-Rank frying pan!

Yosh! Shellgirl clapped in excitement. It has four unused effect spots! Four!

Plato locked eyes with Basil. Its over, said the cat. Not even Rosemarines healing can cure gacha addiction.

I knew it would end this way, Basil thought grimly. He had expected this scenario to come to pass the moment he read the Perk on Shellgirls status screen. At least Shellgirl is bound to run out of special points eventually.

Ive already found a solution, oh Partner. Shellgirl patted her pile of junk. I sell these babies to the System Shop to get tokens, and then buy SP potions with them! Ive invented perpetual magic motion!

Well, in that case, they were all doomed.

One day, well get the S-Rank quality Major Chicken DVD, Bugsy vowed. This hope sustains me.

Mister, does it count as Christmas if I receive gifts this way? Rosemarine asked naively.

The holiday is starting to lose its meaningfulness, Basil admitted. A winged shadow flew over him and soon landed among the group. Simeon?

Ive heard you intend to leave Bulgaria like thieves in the night, the paladin said with a hint of disappointment. You will disappoint many. The last war council debated organizing a parade in your honor. Some even suggested raising statues in Sofia.

If mine is not made from gold, my vengeance will be terrible, Plato warned.

You cant fathom how much I want to stay in Bulgaria, Basil said. It had taken its near-destruction for him to realize how much his homeland meant to him. But a friend of ours is in danger.

I understand. Simeon crossed his arms. Are you certain you do not want us to follow you into Greece? We can cross the border with thousands of troops if you require it.

It is fine, Vasi replied with a smirk. I already have an army on speed dial.

A large force would travel too slowly and be too noticeable, Basil replied. But once we reach the Metal Olympus HQ, well summon the Swords of Saint George and Maures soldiers as reinforcements.

We will be ready then. We owe you our lives and more. Simeon bowed respectfully. Is there anything we can do for you before your departure, Ser Bohen?

Yes, there was. Steve let out a mournful noise, having already expected the request.

If you find my mothers remains if you somehow locate them among all the ashes Basil inhaled sharply. Then please bury them in Varna. My father Dragans grave is there.

Basil knew his mom would have wanted this. Though their relationship had degraded over the years, Aleksandra Bohen never truly stopped loving her late husband. She would have wanted to rest with him.

Of course. Simeon put a fist on his hand on his chest, as if swearing to fight a war. I will put my best spellcasters and crafters on this mission. It shall be done.

Thank you. Basil shook the paladins hand. Good luck, Simeon. Until we meet again.

I wish you well on your journey. The paladin unfolded his wings. May the Lord be with you.

After bidding him goodbye, the crew took one last glance at Shumen before preparing for departure. Bulgaria is a nice country, Plato observed. After how many times youve spoken of it, I feared reality wouldnt match up to the propaganda.

It is the best country, Basil replied with patriotism. Once its rebuilt, youll never want to leave it again.

I hope we can build a new house there one day, Bugsy said with a hopeful heart. With solar panels.

Good call. Shellgirl nodded in approval. With your tail, well never run out of juice.

Basil imagined himself raising a house in his homeland after helping to rebuild it. The building could come in a thousand different shapes but he couldnt picture it without his team living in it.

Guys? Basil cleared his throat as his party turned towards him. Hypothetically, what would be your ideal world?

Rosemarine immediately found a perfect answer. A world I can eat, Mister. That way, we can keep this one.

My ideal world? Bugsy squinted. Uh I dont know, Boss. Im happy with this one so far.

I dont have an ideal world, Shellgirl replied. I dont want for one to exist either.

Basil raised an eyebrow. He had expected her to ask for a world of wealth and glory. You dont want paradise?

You dont get it, Partner. Shellgirl grinned. If you live in an ideal world, then youve nothing left to strive for. Growth is happiness, you see? If you stop striving for new milestones, then you become dead inside. At least thats how I see it.

That that was actually quite the philosophical answer. It gave Basil food for thought.

Moreover, the world shouldnt be ideal just for me, Shellgirl added. I cant be happy if my customers arent. Business is all about finding a compromise that works for everyone. I dont see why I should get everything I want while others receive nothing.

Vasi gave her friend a coy smile. Shellgirl, are you suggesting that we redistribute wealth?

Dont get me wrong, Vasi my dear, Im all about competition, Shellgirl said. But it has to be fair. If I set up a shop in Shumen, I would get a monopoly, but that would be because all my competitors died from an orbital laser they couldnt possibly escape from. I wouldnt have earned it.

True, Basil thought. He had been lucky to make it as far as he did; if he had woken up in a city, he might have been murdered in his sleep by a monster when the System initiated.So many had the potential to become Overgod, yet were killed because of circumstances outside their control. Even if I reach the finish line, I dont have the right to create a world for me alone. Ive got to honor them somehow.

Only one member of his core party had yet to answer.

Plato? Basil frowned at his cat. What would be your ideal world?

A world I share with you, Ren, and all this merry band of stray pets and misfits. Plato smiled mirthfully. But now that I ponder your question, what I believe to be my ideal world may not be the one I need. I dont like going to the vet, but sometimes its necessary.

Basil smiled. You live up to your namesake.

All I know is that I know nothing, Plato joked back. Why ask this question?

Ill tell you all on the way. Basil glanced at the sun setting on Bulgaria. We have a long journey ahead of us.

Whatever awaited them at the end didnt matter.

So long as they all lived to see it.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

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