Totem Contest

Across Earth's cities, villages, and digital networks—especially during Metrao Time 12000—confused citizens chat with curiosity.

Meanwhile, in Elf Earth, under Roxis Time 277, elven tribes gather around holograms, whispering about the silver-haired boy from Bera Kingdom.

"Did you see that elf kid escape a fortress alone?"

"Wait… elves exist on human Earth too?"

"And the gods helped him live? This isn't myth—it's broadcast reality!"

Children ask their parents. Elders nod silently. Priests revisit old shrine scrolls.

 Global Chatter

Across universes, chatter flows like wildfire:

"Totem Contest is unreal… but also deeply real."

"Unlike comedy, music, or talent shows—this one teaches about values, morality, and fate."

"Let's vote for it as the greatest multiversal reality show ever!"

Screens pulse softly. Trust Value climbs.

 Debates Begin

In living rooms and council halls, citizens argue over Episode 1:

"But... that girl lost her leg in Episode 1. Isn't that too much?"

"She was just a child!"

"Still… she stole. And used a god's name to do it. Was it really unjust?"

One elder speaks calmly:

"That's the message—they don't punish by cruelty. They punish by lesson. And everything we see… is real. Not fiction."

In the golden glow of Totem Beach, waves hum a rhythm only realm time understands. Mazi, the old and sly Totem of Bend, lounges on a curved chair. His wide-brimmed straw hat shades a lazy smile. He sips shimmering juice from a floating pod, staring across universes.

"Ahh, Tecto… Totem of Technology," Mazi mumbles, watching the skies flicker with multiversal updates.

"Who'll you pick today? Nobody knows… But the ripple from that elf episode? Tremendous!"

Above, neon holograms spread across the clouds—advertisements for Totem Contest flood every reality shard. Citizens across Earth and Elf Earth whisper.

"We used to think Totem Contest was just punishment."

"But Episode Two proved—there is mercy, there is hope."

 Multiversal Buzz

For two hours, chatter ignites across realms:

In Tecto's labs, bots debate moral algorithms. On Humana's plains, villages paint masks of the elven boy. Even Fate Realm Seers nod and say, "Redemption was real."

Meanwhile, Mazi chuckles:

"They call us slow here—but their 1 year is our single day. Time's tide rolls different at Totem Beach."

Countdown to Broadcast

With 30 minutes until today's live selection, Mazi throws the juice pod into the ocean and stands:

"Time to dress up. Let the Totems assemble. Every eye will be watching… And maybe, just maybe, today's chosen soul will tilt the balance again."

Time: 7:30 PM. Across all multiverses.

The sky dims in every known and unknown realm. Thought slows. Stars blink in rhythm. It has begun.

Suddenly—a voice, both thunder and whisper, rises from everywhere and nowhere:

"Good evening, mortals and deities alike."

"I am Verot, Totem of Speech."

"If your voice is stolen… pray to me. If you are pure—I may lend it back."

⚡ He manifests on the towering Totem Stage, built from prayers and broadcast towers woven through dimensions. He stands like a cosmic anchor, his suit stitched from vibrations, consonants, and frequencies.

"This is the Totem Contest—not a show, but a ritual older than your stars."

"If your screen breaks, let your soul tune in.

We stream in reflections. In minds. In dreams."

🛕 The Divine Truth

"We are not aliens. Not criminals. Not intruders."

"You called to us in shrines, temples, ink and song—we heard."

"We are Totems. Forgotten gods. And we return… not to entertain… but to judge."

"You forgot what virtue means.

What sin costs.

Tonight—we show you Heaven.

We show you Hell."

The audience—spread across 70+ realms—remains speechless. Even time pauses.

 Judges of Existence

They rise behind Verot, masks glowing with purpose:

Mazi

Totem of Creation

Clock Mask

Begins destiny

Zavir

Totem of Destruction

Red Moon Mask

Ends cycles

Aernis

Totem of Inner Protection

Lion Mask

Guards spirit and truth

Drakso

Totem of Outer Protection

Dragon Mask

Shields body and future

Their voices barely echo—but their presence shakes mountains.

Contestants for Episode 3

One by one, glowing portals open:

Laro – Totem of Winds .

Virtua – Totem of Strength 

Glade – Totem of Politeness .

Metara – Totem of Blacksmiths .

Kikia – Totem of Beauty .

Fione – Totem of Winter .

Then the crowd breathes in as Glade steps forth—

White moon mask…

White monk robe…

White hair like falling snow.

He bows softly.

Verot (smiling through every word):

"Let their deeds be judged.

Let their virtues be weighed.

Let their survival… unfold."

Totem Stage

gleams under a pale moon cast by Glade's presence.

He bows—not just to the judges—but to every viewer, every soul watching.

"I am Glade, Totem of Politeness," he says warmly.

"If you carry my spirit, bow now… as I bow to you."

He raises his arms slowly, then folds his palms before him, bowing not once, but thrice:

To the 225 Family Totems scattered across multiverse threads. To the Audience of Forgotten Realms, watching through dreams. And to the Judges, divine forces behind fate.

 A Humble Request

"Dear Judges," Glade says softly, "let others be seen today.

I ask not to compete first. Instead… please choose five mortals worthy of your gaze."

Mazi, the Totem of Creation, lifts his Clock Mask slightly and releases five glowing threads into the air.

Each thread represents a mortal soul—random, mysterious, chosen from prayers across dimensions.

Glade watches them flicker… then gently chooses one thread. Just one.

 A Call to Profile

He turns toward Aernis, the Lion Mask, standing calm at the side.

"Sir," Glade says, voice dipped in light, "I request your presence.

Come to the stage. It is your time for Soul Profiling and Storytelling.

I stand beside you—silently, politely."

Aernis steps forward, and the silence is holy.

 Verot Smiles with Sound

"What an astounding gesture," booms Verot, his voice rippling across galaxies.

"No boasting. No urgency. Just humility."

"This… is why Glade is Totem of Politeness."

The lights dim. A single spotlight hovers above the chosen mortal thread.

"Now," says Aernis, "let us begin the profile.

Every soul has a secret. And tonight, we reveal just one."

Realm Record:

Name: Fainis Age: 45 Race: Demon Gender: Male Occupation: Web Provider Status: Married Spouse: Evara (has one child) Location: 659 Avenue, Jetroka Street, Ikaeta Demon Realm Zone: All-Race Domain: Jerkota Continent: Istviera Realm Time: Earth Fgersit Time 8990

🧘‍♂️ Totem's Whisper: "Devoted to Politeness"

Aernis, wearing the majestic Lion Mask, steps forward. His voice is soft but etched in truth:

"Fainis is no warrior. No mage. He runs networks across zones…

But among the demon race, he shines differently.

He bows to neighbors. Fixes cables for free. Buys fruit for the shrine keeper.

And every evening… he reads Glade's teachings on restraint, kindness, tone."

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Mortal Testimony

"He's kind," says a baker.

"Reliable," says the local priest.

"Even greets enemies with care," says a former rival

 Final Reflection

Aernis looks into the chosen thread:

"Is silence in defense of a friend… evil?"

"Or is it… the deepest form of politeness?"

"Glade smiled through him.

And so—we say: He is good. But flawed.

Like all worthy mortals."

The divine screen dims. Silence floods the realms. The light of Fainis's soul burns alone.

He stands in prison—a realm of cold stone and unspeaking watchers.

Accused of murder and hacking.

The charges: two colleagues found dead. Digital traces point to his server.

Realm protocols say: guilty.

But Fainis whispers with warmth—

"I don't know anything. I didn't kill them.

I was asleep… my console showed unknown code… then the police barged in.

I saw two bodies. But I swear—I did nothing.

Please… believe me."

His tone remains kind. His words remain polite. Even in crisis… he doesn't scream.

 Far Away: The Truth in Fainis's Home

Back in his house, hidden behind calm decor, Evara, his wife, chuckles darkly.

"Oh baby, poor Fainis… thinks this kid is his son.

But it's not. It's Jkera's—his own boss."

"Our affair worked. Our plan succeeded.

No one will question us now. And no one will believe him."

A flash of betrayal. A divine tremble.

 Divine Tension – Retribution Approaches

Back in prison, the Retribution Clock nears its final beat.

Fainis, desperate yet dignified, speaks to the judge:

"I'm not the killer. I'm not the hacker.

I was sleeping. I woke to chaos.

Please… examine my soul. Don't judge the mask I wear."

The divine council flares into urgency.

Storyteller's Cry

Aernis shouts:

"Judges, we have no time. The clock bleeds seconds—we must act fast."

 Mazi's Verdict

"Protect him. Punish the woman who deceived a polite soul.

Punish that fox-mask boss Jkera who fed lies to the system."

He turns toward the glowing path.

Glade's Moment

Verot calls out:

"Glade, this is your time. Your virtue must rise and respond."

Glade bows once.

"With Politeness, I offer Justice."

A Story Rewrite

Drakso, Totem of Outer Protection and Story Changer, steps forward.

"Mazi, allow me to shift his fate.

The story of betrayal must be replaced by a story of revelation."

Lightning twists above the stage. The contest shifts from spectacle to salvation.

The stage fractures as Story Changer Drakso begins his chant. Celestial mist floods the court.

Suddenly, Judge Glade is possessed. His voice deepens as the Angelic Arbiter Mikaro takes form within him.

 Fast Court Initiated – Mikaro Commands

"Begin re-investigation immediately.

The accused claims sleep—test his body for sedative traces.

Search his family's quarters. Search his office. We found only one hacking file.

Complete all inquiries in three hours."

 Three Hours Later – Revelation Strikes

The court doors crash open.

The Sky Police return—cloaked in digital dust and divine evidence.

"Sir Judge, the investigation is complete."

Jkera's account holds hidden files, embezzled wealth, and corrupted protocols. "We retrieved a stolen medical report—one year long.

It proves Fainis was sedated daily." "In his house, we found the sleeping pills—in Evara's pocket."

 Retribution Declared

Judge Mikaro, eyes blazing with angelic justice, speaks:

"Evara—sentenced to fifty years.

For deceit, betrayal, and manipulation of fate."

"Jkera—face divine retribution.

For murder, embezzlement, and hacking sacred systems."

 Redemption – Fainis Released

Fainis, still calm, is escorted out with honor.

"For enduring injustice with grace…

For loyal service even in darkness…

You are now appointed the new Boss of the office."

Light crowns his head. The audience erupts.

 A Final Gesture – Father of Choice

Fainis gently lifts the child once thought his own.

"He is innocent.

I shall raise him—because compassion is my truth."

 Curtain Call – End of Show

The divine host speaks:

"Today's judgment—complete.

Truth has been revealed, and justice restored."

Tomorrow, same time—Metara 1st Devotee will be picked.

And yes, parents… we assure you, it's still just a show for children."

A luminous screen plays the court's tale across the stars.