Chapter 3: Chapter 2- Aftermath and Episode 2 -Elf kid Saving
Morning – Earth Time
News channels buzz.
Social media floods with disbelief.
In Recka City, crowds gather outside media buildings, demanding answers.
"Why are our screens hijacked?"
"Is this an alien attack?"
"Are we under some terrorist cyber-control?"
Government lines jammed. Scientists baffled. Signal engineers report:
"It's not ours. The phenomenon bypasses hardware. It's broadcasting from… nowhere."
All screens still pulse with faint afterimages of Merda's trial.
Totem Realm – Gods' Celebration Hall
Far above in the divine zones, it's a feast of floating fruits and ether cakes. The air tastes like success.
Tecto, Totem of Technology, stands with his floating lenses spinning.
"Congratulations. First episode aired multiverse-wide. Even dimensions outside linear time tuned in. A historic breach—no interference, full view."
Cheering erupts from the 225 thrones.
Mazi, the Totem of Creation, chuckles warmly.
"What amazes me most… is what we caught after the trial. The aftermath, the reactions, the emotional echo. It's data. It's raw emotion. Creation loves chaos that builds stories."
He sips glowing nectar.
"Tonight's episode will be… spontaneous. Unscripted. A new random mortal selected live. We'll reveal them as the broadcast begins."
Back on Earth, people still search for meaning.
In the Totem Realm… the gods prepare for the next chapter of judgment, curiosity, and divine entertainment.
All Over the Multiverse – Morning Broadcast
Every dimension, from shadow loops to vapor realms, hears echoes of yesterday's chaos. Screens flicker. Crystals pulse. Reality itself seems unsettled.
Suddenly…
📡 In every medium across existence—a ripple.
From floating holos to ancient light-scrolls, a masked figure emerges from the screens.
🎭 It's Tecto, Totem of Technology, his face hidden behind a glimmering data-mask.
"Be ready, all watchers. Episode 2 begins tonight at 7:30. Totem Contest continues. This… is your official alert."
He vanishes.
Then reappears.
Same message. Different style—this time as liquid text across stars.
Then again—this time walking through a dream in someone's sleep.
Three appearances before sunset. Enough to shake every species.
Laughter echoes through halls made of animated stone.
Mazi, Totem of Creation, watches the panic ripple from his divine balcony.
"Nice touch, Tecto. They assumed we'd only advertise through noise and flash. But you fed their imaginations. You fed their fears."
He grins, swirling a cup of gravity-flavored tea.
"Tonight, we'll strip that fear from them—not by comfort, but by story. Let them learn through the lives we show."
Totem Contest isn't just a game. It's reality re-coded. Memory remixed. Emotion replayed.
7:30 PM – Totem Standard Time
Across every plane of existence—linear, chaotic, forgotten—screens awaken.
💡 Glass turns opaque and glows. 🌊 Still waters shimmer—cups, oceans, even tears ripple with light and sound. 🪞 Homes without tech bloom with spectral projections on walls, windows, ponds, crystals, shadows.
You cannot shut it down. You cannot escape it.
The Totems have spoken.
The Ritual begins.
Enter Verot – Totem of Speech
A booming voice rises from everywhere and nowhere:
"Good evening, mortals and deities alike.
I am Verot, the Totem of Speech. If your voice is stolen, pray to me. If you are pure, I may lend it back."
He appears on the colossal stage—suited like a cosmic anchor, made of words and resonance.
"This is Totem Contest. Not a mere broadcast… but an ancient ritual of divine tradition.
If your screen is broken, fear not. The show plays in reflections. In minds. In dreams."
Lights rise. The energy hums across worlds.
"Do not mistake us for aliens, criminals, or intruders.
You prayed in shrines, cried in temples, begged through poetry—we heard.
We are Totems. We are your forgotten gods."
"Our contest reveals the traditions you abandoned. The meanings behind virtue and sin.
Soon—we will show you Heaven. We will show you Hell."
Meet the Judges
Mazi, Totem of Creation:
"Hi people. Call me Clock Mask. I measure your beginnings." Zavir, Totem of Destruction:
"Greetings. I am Red Moon Mask. I mark your endings." Aernis, Totem of Inner Protection:
"Call me Lion Mask. Or… The Storyteller. I guard your spirit." Drakso, Totem of Outer Protection:
"And I… wear Dragon Mask—the Story Changer. I protect your flesh."
Verot smiles—not with his mouth, but through every vibrating word.
Contestants of Episode 2
Laro – Totem of Winds Virtua – Totem of Strength Glade – Totem of Politeness Metara – Totem of Blacksmiths Kikia – Totem of Beauty Fione – Totem of Winter
"Let their deeds be judged. Let their virtues be weighed. Let their survival… unfold."
Day of Strength – Spotlight on Virtua
Tonight, the divine light falls on Abiria Virtua, the Totem of Strength.
Worshipped by the devoted. Dismissed by doubters.
"They say females are weak. But tonight, you'll witness a goddess who defines power.
Virtua speaks through stone, war, sacrifice, and mercy."
Five devotees rise across the multiverse.
Virtua's cosmic lens scans their hearts…
One will be chosen. A mortal given strength.
The rest will become witnesses—or warnings.
The stage shimmers. The sky above bends. Energy floods through ancient veins in the land.
A figure appears—towering, elegant, wrapped in braided winds and armored power.
Virtua, Totem of Strength, steps onto the divine platform.
Her Sword Mask, carved from fallen stars, glows with inner fire.
"I am Virtua," her voice thunders without words, "Totem of Strength.
I speak with action. I judge through courage. Let tonight's worthy rise."
She raises her blade—not to strike, but to point toward the sky.
A glowing portal opens… a projection of swirling memories and rituals.
"Holos, please activate.
Storyteller—Lion Mask—advance to the stage."
Enter Aernis – Totem of Inner Protection
From a spiraling column of mythic scrolls and eternal books, Aernis floats forward.
His Lion Mask radiates wisdom and weight.
The crowd quiets. Even gods lean in.
Verot, Totem of Speech, narrates like a cosmic guide:
Devotee Profile
Name: Vanuze Age: 15 Origin: Catlosti Continent Race: Elf Country: Mxia (Earth Time: 20,000) Devotion: Virtua – Totem of Strength
Aernis Ascends
From a column of ancient mythic books, Aernis, Totem of Inner Protection, rises.
His Lion Mask glows with quiet wisdom. The crowd hushes.
"Let us study his life. Let us weigh the heart behind the prayers."
Origin and Family
Vanuze lives in Bera Kingdom, Elf Country, on the Catlosti Continent. Son of King Verko Velvex and Queen Giafera—a noble lineage of wealth, fame, and gentle grace. A royal heir… yet humble in spirit.
Daily Routine
Silver hair, golden eyes. Studies at the Royal Academy of Elf Country. Prays to Virtua for one hour each morning and evening, without fail. Travels to the academy with friends by royal carriage.
Virtues in Action
Supports anyone who asks for help—without condition. Obeys every word of his teachers. At home, follows every order of his parents with respect and joy. After bathing, he takes daily blessings from both father and mother.
Service to Others
In his free time, gathers lower elf children from nearby districts. Teaches them his old class lessons. Created personal tuition circles for them. His father calls him the best of his children.
Pursuit of Discipline
Trains daily with a private sword instructor. Follows instructions with precision and devotion. Always greeted with cheers from his peers.
This is the profile of Vanuze, Devotee of Strength.
If you're ready, I can prepare Chapter 2 – Part 5, where the judges interpret his actions and decide whether he passes through virtue… or faces a divine trial. Just say the word.
A cry echoes across the divine halls.
The chosen child, Vanuze, has been kidnapped by agents of a rival kingdom.
Held deep in a shadowed fortress, his captors demand weapons and wealth from King Verko Velvex.
In the divine realm, judgment stirs. The council of Totems gathers.
Totem Council Convenes
Inside the Pillared Chamber of Virtue, seven thrones glow. The Judges appear one by one.
Mazi, Totem of Truth, speaks first:
"We must save the boy. He has not yet reached his full purpose."
Zavir, Totem of Clarity, nods:
"He is a noble soul. If he becomes king, his people shall be safe. This is not his end."
Drakso, Totem of Destiny, rises slowly:
"His deeds are many—but so are the ones yet to come.
If we let him die, it will spark war. If we save him, he may heal the world."
Virtua Responds
The Sword Mask glows with sharp energy. Miss Virtua, Totem of Strength, steps forward.
"He is my devotee. Loyal, pure-hearted, and opposite in spirit to Laro's corrupted servant.
If I lose him, I lose one who embodies true strength.
I shall possess a part of him and intervene."
Drakso's Intervention
The floor of the divine stage cracks open to reveal ancient runes.
Drakso ascends with golden scrolls in hand.
He turns to Mazi and asks:
"May I rewrite his fate? Change the path of this soul?"
"Let him rise again not just as a devotee—but as a bearer of transformation."
Virtua's Sword Mask pulses.
"I am ready. Let the story change."
In the shadowed prison of a rival kingdom's hidden fortress,
the young elf boy Vanuze Velvex, age 15, lies unconscious—abducted and left to fate.
But the divine intervenes.
Possession of Virtua
Suddenly, the spirit of Virtua, Totem of Strength, enters him.
His golden eyes burst open.
Ropes fall from his hands as he jolts upward and shouts—
"I need water!"
A masked armored guard approaches.
But as Vanuze drinks, he snatches the sword from the man's sheath—slashes his leg,
then with a swift strike from the sword hilt, knocks him unconscious.
The Escape Begins
He sneaks through the corridor… seven guards ahead, armed and ready. Swiftly, he dons the fallen guard's armor and fakes his identity. Moving through the fortress with calm deception.
Then—
From a hidden pouch, he drops alcohol droplets along the hallway.
Striking the metal armor with his sword, the resulting sparks ignite flames that engulf the guards.
The fortress trembles in chaos.
Return to Bera Kingdom
Vanuze finds a deserted cart. Riding through the dusty plains, he escapes. As he approaches the border of Bera Kingdom…
He faints.
Virtua's spirit gently leaves his body.
Her mission complete.
The boy remembers nothing.
Verot's Closing Words
Verot returns to the sacred stage, voice steady and rich with meaning.
"This concludes today's tale. You have seen it unfold live.
Remember—good deeds summon the full force of divine aid,
while wrong paths may leave you to escape alone."
He pauses as murmurs stir in the crowd.
"Though recent stories featured young devotees, this is not just for children.
These tales are for everyone—a mirror of virtue, fate, and the power within us all."
He smiles.
"Tomorrow, same time—Glade 1st Devotee shall be chosen at random.
Let us see how politeness shapes destiny."
The crowd erupts—not just with applause, but with reflection.
If you're ready, I can help sketch out that next random devotee or build a preview teaser for Chapter 3. Shall we keep the mystery rolling? 🎭