Chapter 1003.: Nobody is broadcasting anymore
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---New Hope, Scouting Vessel Beetle---
“Johanson! Stop tinkering on that thing already and come up. You won't receive anything anyway, nobody is broadcasting anymore,” the voice came from the upper deck, prompting the man in question to look up from soldering a circuit board.
The room surrounding him was filled with wire, spare parts, and old technology like radios, mobile phones, and portable TVs. Some showed signs of repair and retrofitting with skills and magic. He had always been fascinated with technology and the young lady had given him the chance to expand in this field. Even though all of these devices had stayed dead so far...
“Who is to say there is nobody out there? Didn't the people from New Hope say that the central districts managed to survive relatively well? Maybe-”
“Stop you dreaming and come back up to man the radar. We have to stay vigilant in case another undead army attacks us,” the voice of the captain interrupted him sternly. Johanson sighed. The captain was not much older than him, but he was a very serious man.
He couldn't blame him. Their task was quite important. The Beetle was a small, quick vessel tasked with scouting and mapping the surroundings of their current base, New Hope. Expanding the reaches of their knowledge, they would also be the first ones to find and report threats back to the leadership.
Johanson stood up and left the room and ascended the stairs when-
“- is welcome to participate in any of these categories. Again, no matter where you originate from, you are free to participate and prove your skills to the world,” a voice blasted from the room at full volume. One of the TVs actually received a signal.
“Captain!”
...
Two hours later the crew was brooding over the transcript of the broadcast Johanson had managed to receive. They were lucky as it was a repeating signal, playing the message over and over again. However, the contents had them puzzled.
Overall, it was the announcement of a grand event that invited anyone, no matter their race or origin, to a contest of arts and power in a place called Little Gamma. The problem was not understanding the purpose of the message, but the details they couldn't know.
What was Minas Mar? Where was Little Gamma? What was the purpose of holding games in honor of Python? Who was Python? Why were they wasting their time on such a quirky event when the world was going to shit? However, one thing was clear.
“There are many questions, but we have to report this to the young lady. To promise a legendary weapon as a prize, when we are barely able to craft epic ones, should be a huge deal,” the captain mumbled seriously.
“Don't forget that this is the first proof of other districts still thriving. The date the broadcast names is in 2 months, system time. The message can't be old,” another mentioned.
“It is quite concerning and a little intriguing,” Hephaestus, the grandfather of technology agreed, although not as disturbed as Maahes by this development. It was more that he was bothered that they knew so little about that situation.
“I'm more interested in whether these cultivators will join the tournament, “ Apollo said with a twinkle in his eyes. The contests of artistic skill were right up his alley and they knew from Mountain's tales, that cultivators also put some weight and skill into the fine arts.
“I'm sure if they join the combat it will become even more interesting,” Seth agreed, rubbing his hands in anticipation, at which Apollo could only roll his eyes.
Meanwhile, Hermes snuck up on the vacated seat beside the Dungeon God. The System God had left a while ago and had not returned until now.
“Hey, Dungeon God, I would like to ask you something,” he approached him with a cheeky smile.
“...What is it?” the brown robe answered after a moment of silence. He didn't really want to deal with Hermes.
“You could have allowed that golem to become the dungeon master, right?”, the trickster god asked him in a whisper.
“Sure.”
The great god didn't even attempt to deny it. He could have easily bent the rules a little, or spontaneously given the golem a blessing to become the dungeon master. But he didn't.
“And Viggu? He would have been able to become a dungeon master, right?” “Yep.”
Again, he easily admitted that he had deliberately not allowed it.
“ Aren't you interested in seeing what the little blacksmith would do with the possibilities of a dungeon?”
“I am.”
“Then whyyya?” Hermes whined.
“Gods move in mysterious ways. Also, I still have a bet with System.”
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---New Hope, Scouting Vessel Beetle---
“Johanson! Stop tinkering on that thing already and come up. You won't receive anything anyway, nobody is broadcasting anymore,” the voice came from the upper deck, prompting the man in question to look up from soldering a circuit board.
The room surrounding him was filled with wire, spare parts, and old technology like radios, mobile phones, and portable TVs. Some showed signs of repair and retrofitting with skills and magic. He had always been fascinated with technology and the young lady had given him the chance to expand in this field. Even though all of these devices had stayed dead so far...
“Who is to say there is nobody out there? Didn't the people from New Hope say that the central districts managed to survive relatively well? Maybe-”
“Stop you dreaming and come back up to man the radar. We have to stay vigilant in case another undead army attacks us,” the voice of the captain interrupted him sternly. Johanson sighed. The captain was not much older than him, but he was a very serious man.
He couldn't blame him. Their task was quite important. The Beetle was a small, quick vessel tasked with scouting and mapping the surroundings of their current base, New Hope. Expanding the reaches of their knowledge, they would also be the first ones to find and report threats back to the leadership.
Johanson stood up and left the room and ascended the stairs when-
“- is welcome to participate in any of these categories. Again, no matter where you originate from, you are free to participate and prove your skills to the world,” a voice blasted from the room at full volume. One of the TVs actually received a signal.
“Captain!”
...
Two hours later the crew was brooding over the transcript of the broadcast Johanson had managed to receive. They were lucky as it was a repeating signal, playing the message over and over again. However, the contents had them puzzled.
Overall, it was the announcement of a grand event that invited anyone, no matter their race or origin, to a contest of arts and power in a place called Little Gamma. The problem was not understanding the purpose of the message, but the details they couldn't know.
What was Minas Mar? Where was Little Gamma? What was the purpose of holding games in honor of Python? Who was Python? Why were they wasting their time on such a quirky event when the world was going to shit? However, one thing was clear.
“There are many questions, but we have to report this to the young lady. To promise a legendary weapon as a prize, when we are barely able to craft epic ones, should be a huge deal,” the captain mumbled seriously.
“Don't forget that this is the first proof of other districts still thriving. The date the broadcast names is in 2 months, system time. The message can't be old,” another mentioned.
“It is quite concerning and a little intriguing,” Hephaestus, the grandfather of technology agreed, although not as disturbed as Maahes by this development. It was more that he was bothered that they knew so little about that situation.
“I'm more interested in whether these cultivators will join the tournament, “ Apollo said with a twinkle in his eyes. The contests of artistic skill were right up his alley and they knew from Mountain's tales, that cultivators also put some weight and skill into the fine arts.
“I'm sure if they join the combat it will become even more interesting,” Seth agreed, rubbing his hands in anticipation, at which Apollo could only roll his eyes.
Meanwhile, Hermes snuck up on the vacated seat beside the Dungeon God. The System God had left a while ago and had not returned until now.
“Hey, Dungeon God, I would like to ask you something,” he approached him with a cheeky smile.
“...What is it?” the brown robe answered after a moment of silence. He didn't really want to deal with Hermes.
“You could have allowed that golem to become the dungeon master, right?”, the trickster god asked him in a whisper.
“Sure.”
The great god didn't even attempt to deny it. He could have easily bent the rules a little, or spontaneously given the golem a blessing to become the dungeon master. But he didn't.
“And Viggu? He would have been able to become a dungeon master, right?” “Yep.”
Again, he easily admitted that he had deliberately not allowed it.
“ Aren't you interested in seeing what the little blacksmith would do with the possibilities of a dungeon?”
“I am.”
“Then whyyya?” Hermes whined.
“Gods move in mysterious ways. Also, I still have a bet with System.”
---New Hope, Scouting Vessel Beetle---Johanson! Stop tinkering on that thing already and come up. You won't receive anything anyway, nobody is broadcasting anymore, the voice came from the upper deck, prompting the man in question to look up from soldering a circuit board.The room surrounding him was filled with wire, spare parts, and old technology like radios, mobile phones, and portable TVs. Some showed signs of repair and retrofitting with skills and magic. He had always been fascinated with technology and the young lady had given him the chance to expand in this field. Even though all of these devices had stayed dead so far...Who is to say there is nobody out there? Didn't the people from New Hope say that the central districts managed to survive relatively well? Maybe-Stop you dreaming and come back up to man the radar. We have to stay vigilant in case another undead army attacks us, the voice of the captain interrupted him sternly. Johanson sighed. The captain was not much older than him, but he was a very serious man.He couldn't blame him. Their task was quite important. The Beetle was a small, quick vessel tasked with scouting and mapping the surroundings of their current base, New Hope. Expanding the reaches of their knowledge, they would also be the first ones to find and report threats back to the leadership.Johanson stood up and left the room and ascended the stairs when-- is welcome to participate in any of these categories. Again, no matter where you originate from, you are free to participate and prove your skills to the world, a voice blasted from the room at full volume. One of the TVs actually received a signal.Captain!...Two hours later the crew was brooding over the transcript of the broadcast Johanson had managed to receive. They were lucky as it was a repeating signal, playing the message over and over again. However, the contents had them puzzled.Overall, it was the announcement of a grand event that invited anyone, no matter their race or origin, to a contest of arts and power in a place called Little Gamma. The problem was not understanding the purpose of the message, but the details they couldn't know.What was Minas Mar? Where was Little Gamma? What was the purpose of holding games in honor of Python? Who was Python? Why were they wasting their time on such a quirky event when the world was going to shit? However, one thing was clear.There are many questions, but we have to report this to the young lady. To promise a legendary weapon as a prize, when we are barely able to craft epic ones, should be a huge deal, the captain mumbled seriously.Don't forget that this is the first proof of other districts still thriving. The date the broadcast names is in 2 months, system time. The message can't be old, another mentioned.It is quite concerning and a little intriguing, Hephaestus, the grandfather of technology agreed, although not as disturbed as Maahes by this development. It was more that he was bothered that they knew so little about that situation.I'm more interested in whether these cultivators will join the tournament, Apollo said with a twinkle in his eyes. The contests of artistic skill were right up his alley and they knew from Mountain's tales, that cultivators also put some weight and skill into the fine arts.I'm sure if they join the combat it will become even more interesting, Seth agreed, rubbing his hands in anticipation, at which Apollo could only roll his eyes.Meanwhile, Hermes snuck up on the vacated seat beside the Dungeon God. The System God had left a while ago and had not returned until now.Hey, Dungeon God, I would like to ask you something, he approached him with a cheeky smile....What is it? the brown robe answered after a moment of silence. He didn't really want to deal with Hermes.You could have allowed that golem to become the dungeon master, right?, the trickster god asked him in a whisper.Sure.The great god didn't even attempt to deny it. He could have easily bent the rules a little, or spontaneously given the golem a blessing to become the dungeon master. But he didn't.And Viggu? He would have been able to become a dungeon master, right? Yep.Again, he easily admitted that he had deliberately not allowed it. Aren't you interested in seeing what the little blacksmith would do with the possibilities of a dungeon?I am.Then whyyya? Hermes whined.Gods move in mysterious ways. Also, I still have a bet with System.
