Chapter 51 (1/2)
Istoriya sat with his hands folded in front of him. His display was pointed at him, along with a camera. On the display, there was a room with millions of other people inside of it. The council of primordial gods had called a meeting of the gods, and the topic of discussion was Vremya, the unruly god of time. Istoriya nodded. “Thank you all for attending. As we all know, the god of time froze thousands of titans, transported them to the financial world, and unfroze them all, nearly killing all the gods who were present at the time. He did all this to give his snack god companion, Kartofel, the god of potato chips, Rynok’s divinity. His behavior is inexcusable. As such, we will be taking actions to prevent something like this from happening again in the future.”
“And how are you going to do that?” a god asked. The asking god didn’t look nervous, and Istoriya nodded as if he had expected the question. It wouldn’t make sense for him not to expect it since the questioning god was a plant the council had set up. However, what he didn’t expect was for someone else to answer first.
“Isn’t it easy?” the god of spears asked. “We identify Vremya’s weakness and strike where it hurts. Before this meeting started, the rest of the weapon gods and I were discussing how to defeat the god of time, and we came up with a brilliant idea.” The god of spears stood up, making sure all eyes were on him. “Everyone knows about relativity. The faster one travels, the slower time becomes relative to that person, and that is where Vremya’s weakness lies. Dvizhen is Vremya’s natural counter. If the god of motion moves at the speed of light, Vremya will become completely helpless.”
“Yeah! Do that!” another god said. “A primordial god is the one creating trouble. It should be up to a primordial god to fix it.”
Istoriya glared at the god of spears. Why did the combat fanatic have to speak up at that moment? “We can’t send Dvizhen. He’s temporarily unavailable, which is why I’m leading this meeting.”
“What could he possibly be doing that’s more important than defending our way of life?” the god of spears asked. “Titans threaten our society, so us combat gods go out to deal with them. When a primordial god threatens our society, us combat gods can’t do anything to them. It’s Dvizhen’s responsibility to handle Vremya. Everyone has to do their part—that’s what we agreed on eons ago, no?”
Istoriya cleared his throat. “Dvizhen has been sent into the future by Vremya. He isn’t here, and he won’t be here with us until—judging by the distortion created by Vremya’s power—at least a hundred thousand years or more.”
“Then, what? We have to wait a hundred thousand years for Dvizhen to show up?” a female god asked while raising a wing. “In the meantime, we let Vremya do whatever he wants? How is that fair to anyone?”
“We are not going to let Vremya do whatever he wants,” Istoriya said. “If the council didn’t have a solution, we wouldn’t have called this meeting. We will be calling Gravitat from the frontlines to take care of Vremya. As we all know, the god of gravity is one of the main pillars holding the titans back. To fill the void he’ll be leaving behind, all the combat gods and every immortal user will have to be mobilized.”
Grumbles and groans came from the crowd, but Istoriya ignored them all. “The only way to stop Vremya is by trapping him with Gravitat’s power. If you want to complain about how unfair it is you have to send your users to prevent the titans from overrunning our society, then you can direct those complaints towards Vremya. He’s the one who’s the cause of all this trouble.”
“Why can’t we give in to Vremya’s demands?” the god of cowardice asked. He was a man made of a gaseous substance, his body barely holding together. Luckily, it was a virtual meeting, or he would’ve been blown away a long time ago. “Didn’t Vremya retaliate because Rynok stopped selling things to him? Why did you have all of us cut contact with him? Isn’t that poking the sleeping bear? It makes no sense to me.”