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Tainted Faith

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One Month. One Billion Years. 7 Sins, 7 Virtues. When Silas was pulled from his cult on Earth into the Divine Crucible, he was given a barren rock and a title that made the other gods fear him more than any other: The Tainted Singularity. In the Crucible, time is a weapon. While the other newly ascended gods spend their "Grace Period" creating lush utopias and noble races, Silas embraces the ugly. Using his billion-year head start, he crafts a world where individuality is a disease, and his blood is the only cure. Through his Sanguine Resonance, a single drop of spilled blood becomes a gateway for his consciousness, turning enemies into fanatical zealots of his "Tainted Faith." As the month ends and the planetary shields fall, the Multiversal Tournament begins. The gods prepare for a war. Not for any reason other than the most primal: Survival. In a game where only one world can survive, Silas isn't looking to win a war. He’s looking to expand the herd. "If gods won’t listen to me, then I will take what makes them god so they can beg for my benevolence because that is what a god is: The Pinnacle, A Singularity." Pride is only for the Strong
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Chapter 1 - The Fourteen Who Never Existed

{Location: Divine Crucible}

A voice cut through the infinite cosmos, ringing as it delivered its order: "The preparations are ready for them. It would be nice to gain some entertainment and gain another one of us, wouldn't it, brother."

An equally authoritative voice responded, cracking some of the closest worlds to the two figures, "Yes, I have been bored for the longest time. It's about time to have some entertainment in this area of the cosmos."

Both the figures were staring down at the circle of thrones, fourteen of them in total. The chairs were empty and seemed to have markings, much like veins. These veins extended from each chair; each chair also had a single vein the size of a forearm infinitely extending to what seemed like the end of the cosmos.

The first speaker looked down at their handwork and said: "Well, now that our work is done, let us inform our brothers and sisters and watch the ants try to ascend."

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{LOCATION: Earth}

"What is a god to you?" asked a man on top of an altar dressed in black with a veil covering his face.

He was speaking to a crowd of people cramped into the now-damp place that couldn't even be called a church anymore. As the man looked around the church, looking for anyone who wanted to answer his question, many hands shot up. 

There was kinship in the church, the man noted; it didn't matter that the church was old, the people inside were engrossed in his teachings so much that an outsider would say it was closer to an infection rather than faith.

But to the man, there was no difference; in the end, they are all the same.

In the same moment, he called upon a small boy who was eagerly raising his hand. He spoke: "Yes, boy, what does your faith tell you?"

The boy spoke hesitantly, "W-w-well, I think that a god is someone who is better than everyone else and is to be revered at all times."

As the boy was speaking, a smile etched across the man's face, and he clapped and encouraged the boy, commending him for his answer.

The boy looked back, embarrassed, and said, "Thank you, god Silas."

Pride echoed through the priest's face, the same egotistical pride the world needed.

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{Location: Andora}

"Doctor, please come help. There is another one in the emergency room that needs your help right now," stated a nurse clad in a hospital gown and mask.

The doctor that she was speaking to immediately dropped her sandwich and ran to the emergency room.

Today had been a bad day for her, she was already running on two hours of sleep, but not only that, she had been fasting involuntarily because she was so busy. That fast had to be extended, though; there was another person who needed her help, and she would save them.

Putting on her gloves quickly, she picked up her surgical tools and was briefed on the situation. The patient was dying because of internal bleeding. There was no one point where the wound was; the patient was covered in bruises from blunt force trauma. 

It was a lost cause; everyone knew it, even the doctor knew it. But that wouldn't stop her; she would try her hardest, and she did.

After three hours of constant grueling work. 

The patient died.

The nurses said that the doctor was frozen in the seat with her half eaten sandwhich after the surgery.

She didn't move for what seemed like another hour.

Then she made her first movements, promising to herself, "I, Liora, will never let another being die ever again."

She knew it was a lost cause, but that didn't stop her before, and it wouldn't now.

She would spread the healing kindness the world needed.

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{Location: Terra}

"Grandfather, please come down, food is ready," called a little boy from the head of a flight of stairs.

The old man, hearing this, put down his tools and started to walk down the stairs to the voice of his precious grandson.

Sitting down at the table with his family, the young boy asked his grandfather, "Grandfather Vane, what are you working on? You have been up there all month?"

The grandfather, amused by his grandson's question, leaned in and whispered in the boy's ear, "Well, young boy, I'm working on two wrist watches for us. But, don't tell anyone it's a secret."

The grandfather laughed as the boy smiled widely and nodded vigorously. Taking out a pair of matching watches and putting one on each of their wrists

The old man would spread the diligence that the world needed to tick.

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{Location: Elysia}

"King Belos, an envoy from the east, is coming to meet and talk about how we will win the war with the south," stated a man holding a long scroll from the bottom of a set of stairs leading to a bed.

The man on the bed merely looked over at the man and dismissed him with a wave of his tail. He had better things to deal with, like trying to fall back into hibernation.

The bearlike man was tired beyond belief; he hadn't gotten his twenty-three hours of sleep for the past few weeks. He merely got twenty-two; as such, the whole kingdom felt his anger, leading to the war.

If he started the war by not being able to sleep, then shouldn't it be reasoned that he could stop it by just sleeping more? He knew he was right and that anyone who got in his way must have been a traitor. Thankfully, he was smart enough to put those dirty traitors in the dungeon long before they could harm his kingdom.

The beastking would spread the dreams of Sloth that the world needed.

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All four of the beings and ten more like them suddenly got erased from existence. There was never a trace of the beings ever existing in any world anymore.

There was no church where the priest was fanatically worshipped as a god; the church never existed in the first place.

There was never a doctor who lost a life that day; they were too understaffed to take care of a lost cause.

There was never a grandfather who made a watch for his grandson; in fact, there was never a grandson at all.

There was no world war because of disturbing a beastking's rest, because there was no kingdom to declare war on at all.

The only place where the names Silas, Belos, Kraxus, Malor, Midas, Voros, Soliare, Pax, Liora, Vane, Aethel, Elowen, Isolde, and Caelum ever existed is the birthplace of the gods.

The Divine Crucible.