129 Miraculous Aftermath & Distant Prayers (1/2)

The private medical chamber was a small part of a much larger house. It was a perfectly sterilized space, filled with advanced medical technology that left just barely enough room for a small, well-paid medical staff and their lone, extremely rich, patient to get around in.

The air smelled of sprayable disinfectant and more powerful chemicals used to ensure that the wicked, highly infectious, disease the former president of the advanced nation had contracted did not spread to his staff. The former president himself wasn't a fan of the smell, but he put up with it, as well as the exorbitant costs of the medical staff. So far they had kept his disease from progressing so, to date at least, it was worth it.

Currently one of the doctors who a member of the former president's medical staff was in front of the man who once led the most powerful nation in the world of Mercy. The doctor was an elf, and even among his race, his command of healing magic was first-class. There was a grim look on the elf's face. He opened a pencil-thin mouth and began to speak.

”Mr. President... We'll have no way of knowing if it's true for about a week. We need to perform a biopsy to know for sure.” The elf informed the man. The former president, a half-orc with vivid green skin, sighed and made eye contact with the doctor.

”Ansel... Can you tell me what you think? Do you think I might actually be cured?” The half-orc asked. There was a tone of something indistinct in the man's voice. A mixture of emotions, fear, hope, and other slyer emotions. Ansel looked him in the eyes and spoke, speaking as both a doctor and a friend.

”Mr. President... I am not here to look to witchcraft for answers. Even the witchcraft of a self-proclaimed god. I will not defer to rumors and assertions. I must have answers. I can tell you want to believe, and sir, I don't blame you, but you employ my clinic because we're the best. And part of being the best means relying on testing and evidence.” The elf said. His words were harsh, but there was a tone of softness in his voice.

A part of the elf also wanted to believe that the former president was indeed healed. The elf didn't care for believing in gods or goddesses, but he did indeed care for the former president as both a patient and as a friend. If this god could heal the former president and his advanced illness then the elf hoped that he, that ”Althos” had done so. But mere minutes had passed since the announcement flared into the minds of the entire world, and no one in the city of Oakvale knew for sure if it was true this early.

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I was born in a solar system that extended billions of kilometers in every direction. In total there were seven planets in the solar system I lived in. Torus was the fifth furthest planet from the sun, and each planet had an abundance of life.

In ascending order of distance from the sun the planets in the solar system were Anthem, Salifinos, Mercy, Retribution, Torus, Rhylth, and Haxor. Each of these planets had a peculiar quirk to them.

Anthem was the first planet in all of existence wherein every single inhabitant became a worshiper of mine. It was made up mostly of elementals, a type of spirit that was composed entirely of one of the four basic elements, and they recognized me as an elemental overlord which caused them to immediately begin to worship me. Elementals were not very intelligent or very independent.

The few mortals on the planet also began to worship me as a god of mercy and kindness. The undead on the planet also immediately fell under my sway, and they uniformly consisted of basic types of undead such as skeletons, zombies, and ghouls.

Salifinos was the second planet from the sun. This planet's quirk was that the ancient war between abominations and mortals never ended here. The planet was divided almost evenly between eldritch abominations and mortals and the two factions were in an open state of warfare. This planet's abominations had eagerly and subserviently turned to me as a figure of worship, intrigued by my indiscriminate nature. I intended to turn my full attention here soon and aid one side or the other.

Mercy was a planet with an odd name. FIttingly this planet had no undead lifeforms on it. It was a planet that lacked significant magic. There was magic on Mercy, but it was limited to the world's elves. This planet possessed a healthy amount of technology, including objects like cars, planes, and things called robots, and this planet was also one of the ones that intrigued me.

Retribution was a planet that was perpetually close to Mercy. It was a small planet, the smallest planet in the entire solar system. This planet also had the most magic in the entirety of the solar system, and my ability to detect conflicts informed me that the people of Retribution did not like the people of Mercy or their inventions. I stored that bit of trivia away, knowing that I'd have use for it at some point in the future.

Torus was my home planet. I have spent virtually my entire life here.