Human beings.
Throughout the vast history, humans are not the true and complete masters of this galaxy.
The Old Ones who completely disappeared, the Necrons who underwent biological transformation and collectively entered hibernation, and the Star Gods, gods of the physical realm who once fed on stars and souls, were created by the Old Ones for use against the Orks and Eldar who were at war with the Necrontyr.
These races have all left their mark on this slowly flowing galaxy, but as time passed, those races that once unified the Milky Way left, or disappeared, or fell silent, or lay dormant. New races walked out of their home planets in a daze and set foot again on this sea of stars.
Human beings are one of them.
And, successfully became the new owner of this sparkling galaxy.
But those things that were once silent and hidden never really disappear.
In the cruel physical world, time will always erase everything. The prosperity of mankind may be just a drop in the ocean of time - but in the turbulent subspace, time does not really exist.
The War in Heaven between the Ancients and the Necrontyr disrupted the Warp. The original High Heaven was not as chaotic as it is today, but after that war of gods, everything changed forever.
Above the Octagon of Chaos, four gods hold power.
The gods exist and continue to exist. Their existence spans time and is eternal in one thought.
For those races that were once glorious and are now dormant in the galaxy, waiting for new opportunities, the warp is the real threat.
The Emperor, the Unborn, the Lord of Mankind, the Unmade Dark Lord, the candidate in charge of the faith of all mankind, hidden behind the Octagonal Curtain, should have received the attention of the aliens.
In the hidden darkness, their gazes never left, they watched, hoping that new gods would not come.
In the corrupt Eldar kingdom, the first cry of Slaanesh was born, and the new god took power and permanently influenced the entire galaxy.
And now, will new gods be born in the new, huge, and crumbling human empire
They waited nervously, the prophet of the race predicted the fate of mankind, and when necessary, the aliens lurking in the darkness could reach out and create ripples in the long river of fate.
But an unexpected guest arrived.
In the vast human empire, the one spurned by the gods slowly stepped onto the stage of the galaxy.
The stars twinkled and their light poured down on this unknown man who came out of an agricultural planet.
He was completely unknown.
But on the chessboard, the hand of the Lord of Mankind moved slightly. He grasped this ominous and stupid son that was completely black and pushed it to the pinnacle of the long river of destiny.
From then on, [Pluto] officially appeared.
This is what humans call them, the abandoned by God, the destroyer, the one spurned by the gods, the fool, the real soulless thing, the one who cuts off the cause and effect...
The blazing fire on the Perfect City, the dark haze over the World Eaters, the feast farce on Nikaea, and the final overthrow of Prospero.
One by one, flashing in the subspace, the brilliant nodes of destiny fell one by one.
Countless destinies pile up, countless destinies converge, and under the sickle, the sound of breaking bursts out.
The biggest [variable] was thus born.
The expansion of the behemoth brought with it the possibility for the first time that chess players and chess pieces could be interchanged on the chessboard.
Once, the chess piece can pull down the chess player's chance.
Perhaps this was the original intention of the Lord of Mankind, but as the river of fate stirred the power of the four gods, [Pluto] fell into a long silence.
All the tribes looked at him sideways.
[Pluto] is not unique to the human race!
Perhaps the current Pluto has not yet grown into a true god, or perhaps the overly obvious human characteristics in Pluto have caused these once glorious and still arrogant alien races to completely bow their heads, but the huge treasure is there, the treasure that is within reach and exudes an alluring fragrance.
Perhaps the ancient overlord is still sleeping, but the first one to revive has already stepped into the waves of destiny; perhaps the divided old tribe is still unable to unite, but the race among them has already grasped the blade.
Among the restless alien races, under the divided galaxy, the restless, the greedy, the arrogant, and those who attempted to change their destiny were the first to extend their hands.
[Pluto] is waiting for them.
He just had to respond to them.
He is merciful and He responds to everything.
He is greedy and he devours everything.
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"destiny!"
A loud chant sounded on the stage, and a dazzling white light instantly lit up in the pure darkness. The loudest shout did not need any accompaniment. The selected actor shouted out the word loudly,
"destiny!"
He repeated it once more, speaking slowly and affectionately. The mask on his face did not fit any clown mask at all. It was a pure black face with a terrible crack running down from the upper left side of the mask. Under the crack, a scarlet light was faintly visible.
Something is surging beneath the pitch-black stage, but until the last moment, those on the stage will never be able to see the faces of those below the stage.
"—this beautiful word, this word that locks all life, this great, magnificent, and exquisite destiny!"
The unicorn laughed loudly, and his laughter became more and more shrill and wild. He laughed loudly and wildly, and he was out of breath.
He is a one-man show, a one-man show that monopolizes the entire stage, but more than that, he is the special one, he is the most special one, he is the only one in the eternity where the Supreme Heaven operates.
Therefore, except for him, everyone on and off the stage was silent. The accompaniment stopped and the dancers stopped dancing.
"You insignificant people struggling with your fate!"
He laughed and cursed, stood on his toes, twisted his pointed shoes, and danced a wild dance alone.
"Prophecy, divination, Tarot - stupid people!"
"Fools! Blind people! Can't your hearts as lowly as dirt recognize the true path?! Can't your eyes as small as beans see the true master?!"
"The wise are always more silent than others - you fools who love to play! Can't you see the most silent existence?!"
The horn whirled, he leaped off the stage, into the background, into complete darkness,
The dance began, a long table was set, and a variety of delicious food was served.
Other actors came on stage, wearing different costumes and speaking in different tones. They pushed and quarreled, drew the sharp blades at their waists, and swung them at their fellow tribesmen.
Fierce drum beats sounded, followed by loud trumpet sounds. The elves quarreled and cursed each other, and it was difficult to unite or compromise.
The initially impassioned music became chaotic, with discordant noises mixing in, noisily disrupting the rhythm of the entire music.
On the stage, a cold light flashed on the blade, blood splattered, there were insults, arguments, life and death, chaos and noise.
The man of darkness was the first to smash the cup and leave. The wise man who claimed to be calm and rational left angrily. The hermit who held the spirit of the world left silently. The lights were dim, the place was a mess of cups and plates, and blood was flowing. The waiter carrying the tray slowly stepped from the corner to the center of the stage.
He took off the mask on the mask, revealing another mask that was half crying and half smiling.
The music stopped abruptly.
No one responded.
The waiter laughed a sharp and strange laugh. He trembled, looked into the void across the stage, and asked again,
"Oh God—what should we do?"
The blinding light cheered at him - but just for a moment, the door containing all paths and destinies opened to him - but just for a moment!
Because the next moment, the other false gods screamed!
Angry golden flames ignited, with dead smoke filling the sky. The afterglow of the Unsurpassed cast its gaze here for a moment, and the actor instantly stepped back. He shrank back into the darkness of the stage, trembling.
On the stage of the gods, they are nothing but little jesters!
The golden flame burned with rage, but it was just a bluff. After a moment of grandeur, it hurried away with its sword in hand.
From the distance came the deafening sound of war drums that was enough to overturn the galaxy.
Another war, one that did not belong to them, began.
Above the stage, light shone from the pitch-black ceiling. Chaotic whispers were heard. The gods who had been fighting for a long time sounded the gong to relinquish their axes. Tacit glances were transmitted from the sky above where the chess pieces could not look directly. Power was transferred, and arrows on the godslayer were cast.
A huge, sharp arrow hung down from outside the stage. The arrow was sharp and pointed to a predetermined location.
The snake's tail that was wrapped around it was flexible and powerful, and light shimmered across its scales.
The representative son of mankind came to the stage, and steel roared and rushed towards another piece of steel. The embers of the perfect city were rekindled here, and the tiny golden flame burned quietly, with a black edge.
They attacked each other in confusion, fellow tribesmen swung their blades at fellow tribesmen, brothers and sisters drew their knives at brothers and sisters. The scene was boring enough. On the stage, similar scenes happened again and again.
Ordinary and boring.
The stage was soaked with blood. All the actors had fallen down, with broken limbs piled on top of each other and heads looking at each other.
At the very edge of the stage, the corpse of the devout believer was kneeling with the sword in his hand pressed against his neck, his eyes wide open, without a trace of breath.
In the silence, the first soloist stepped onto the stage again.
He was dark but reflected colorful light, like a silk dress soaked in blood. He slowly walked onto the stage, holding the rebel's head in his hand.
"traitor!!!"
He shouted loudly, strode to the front of the stage, raised the dead man's head high, and displayed it to the audience below in a triumphant manner.
"A traitor who compromised with fate—"
However, there was no applause, no cheers, only a loud sneer from the quiet audience.
Then the sneers came one after another like waves!
The audience laughed and jeered loudly.
Above the audience, from the gentle snake tail where the arrow was hanging, a chuckle resonated with the layers of laughter.
This chuckle was completely hidden in the ocean of laughter, yet it was completely above them, like a phoenix singing among a flock of chickens, its voice was soft yet it stood out from the crowd.
The snake's tail, which was resting on the full bow, loosened gently.
Time seemed to stop.
The audience laughed at him, each with their own ugly faces, and the stage was righteous, with a sonorous monologue. Everything stopped at this moment, leaving only the arrow -
The kneeling corpse on the stage moved.
Corpses in action.
A shocking golden light burst out from the devout believer's eyes, and the sharp sword in his hand pierced his throat without hesitation. The splattered dirty blood burned fiercely in the golden flame. At that moment, the ignorant devout believer launched a sacrifice that was unique to him!
The youngest queen, holding the bow curiously, sighed in annoyance.
But from the audience, even more magnificent and earth-shattering laughter broke out—
The arrow that gathered the power of the gods reached its target, and the sound of armor breaking was heard, accompanied by the fate that was suddenly locked - but was the fate really locked? ! Would the first person who mocked fate be so fragile? !
Won't!!!
In front of [Pluto], fate is never locked!!!
The unicorn fell down and remained silent from then on, while the audience burst into thunderous applause!
There was deafening applause, and the audience was screaming, laughing, and shouting. The audience stood up with satisfied smiles, they hugged each other and cried tears of joy.
[Pluto] fell and turned into a truly kind, greedy, foolish person.
New rounds of dance dramas were performed in front of the fallen figure of Pluto. People were laughing or crying, angry or sad, but the audience in the stage had long stopped watching the movie. They cheered, tidied their clothes, polished their swords and inserted them into the scabbards.
Amid the noise, an angry voice sounded above their heads, and the audience dispersed, pushing and shoving each other as they left their seats. They laughed loudly, walked down from their seats, and rushed towards the stage.
The second farce of infidelity has ended, and the story of the fool has come to an end. They are content to appreciate the fool's ugliness as a small foreplay to their grand ballet.
Under the spotlight, the Fool took out his heart, tremblingly pointed it at fate, sobbing and shouting out his soul.
The audience was noisily fighting, pushing and shoving, and some even began to boo the stage which was reluctant to proceed to the next act.
"Go down! Go down!!!"
The chess players in the sky roared in anger. They listened with satisfaction to the mistakes of a god. How beautiful! How pleasant!
How I wish this beautiful scene could happen again!
Finally, amidst the noise, chaos, and confusion of the audience, the perfect performer favored by the youngest queen came on stage.
I don't know who booed, and the noisy audience suddenly became quiet. In the silence, you could hear a pin drop.
The perfect man was not perfect at this moment. Cracks appeared on his luxurious body. He trembled and was angry. He grabbed his long silver hair in anger and loudly questioned the empire, the fate, and the people.
On the stage, the sound of scales rustling could be heard, and the power of the gods began to descend.
There was a rustling sound under the stage.
"The script..." "Where's the script?" "No rehearsal?" "Screenwriter - there is no screenwriter?!" "Who is responsible for the script!" "No script?!" "Then what should we do..." "No response!"
Finally, a voice broke through the noise.
"There is no script!" he roared. "Fools never read scripts!"
"It's time to go on stage! Go on stage!!!"
A sigh of regret was heard, but the people in the audience climbed onto the stage one after another. They appeared from the darkness with a determination to sacrifice.
"etc-"
The crowd suddenly stopped and looked at the clown behind them.
"Who will come, who will pray in his name?!"
Pluto - who will offer their soul to you
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)