The Heavne of God (Ch 2-9 draft)

GODHOOD

A horrible paradise was here; slaves were paid in gold, horrid. But there was something to salvage; Dante was still alive, in the Jail. Grabbing a dagger and stabbing the guards, too stupid to do anything and too stupid to create cameras, Dante escaped. Dante then took a horse and reached into the empire of Uriel; Dante recoiled in disgust; being a forgiving and gifting man, he thought this was too much.

Dante went into Uriel's room, Uriel, however, looked very bored, with nothing to do, nothing to happen. Dante sneaked behind Uriel and stabbed him in the back. Dante knew that Uriel had gotten rid of all his hard work and made the slaves think for themselves; he needed to be smarter than this rather than tell his slaves to go back to work. Taking Uriel's body, he skinned the face off him, putting it on as a fleshy mask. Dante, now a new man, was Uriel. “Uriel” went to his slaves, telling them all that a new rule was put in place. The slaves seemed obedient, perhaps overly obedient, even more obedient than before. “Hail Uriel!” they all said in a flurry of voices. “Uriel” was not used to this until it clicked. Uriel, in his boredom, became worse than Dante, making all his slaves believe he was a god.

Then, “Uriel” Went outside and climbed onto the top of a cliff and parachuted into the village of the followers. They tell them, “You see me! I am your God! You cannot! You WILL obey me. A new rule shall be in place! You are my slaves, and you will not be damned enough to defy me!” Then he said, “You WILL obey me! I am your god!” Dante then takes off the flesh mask of Uriel and says, “Your “Uriel is defeated, and your Uriel is evil. Uriel is Dead!” to his surprise, however, the slaves didn’t listen, “Evil! Evil! The apocalypse is here! Enact Plan Destroy!” we may hear what they say, but to Dante, it was all gibberish; they were too stupid to learn any language. The launched lava and fire over the lands and the sea where the followers loon, no, not one survived. Dante, in Uriel’s office, found a paper, it read. “Plan Destroy:
1. If the evil one (Dante) is ever released, never let him control us, no matter what.
2. No matter what, take your lava bucket and pour it on yourself; this will kill all of us, letting Dante never accept us.”
So, the soil is burnt, and earthworms are released into the land to eat the flesh and create better soil that could be planted with plants for food. While Uriel wins the war, the world is still Dante; he gets to control everything. Dante, now having a mess to clean up, was stricken looking at his profits; Uriel’s new payment rates for his slaves being through the roof put Dante in a lot of debt. So he told the slaves that burnt humans were the new currency, and they could have all they wanted.

Well, what they thought they wanted. Every slave who could think for themselves was in Uriel’s Cult, meaning all of them were dead now. Every living slave was as dumb as a brick. Dante could easily reeducate them, teaching them that trash and junk were valuable again. They listened, and the routine became normal again, good.

Everyone was happy except Dante. This is because there hadn’t been anything to do; for every answer Dante wanted, he got it. That was until Dante got word that his planet had a group of unsubordinates. A group of retarded (that was what he called the retarded people) was trying to get more rights. So he flew down to what would be North Korea; in this world, it was named The Great Nation. When he got there, he stopped anyone from leaving the area and gave them junk as money. He whipped them, forcing them to eat until they could not move, and started beating them.

Screams of agony can be heard in the hallways of the detention camps. People were being whipped, beaten, punched, stabbed, and electrocuted by machines. Dante did not want another Uriel on the Rise. They were cut open to feed the population of the planet. He called the meat “High-nutrient chicken,” stuffed them with feces, and forced everyone to eat it. Well, was forced the best word? In the slaves' delusions made by Dante, the slaves believed that it was high-nutrient chicken, making their tongue taste great-quality chicken.

Then he gathered half the world’s population (about 100,000 because most were too dumb to have kids) and made them start working. He also enforced strict laws that said that if you break a machine, then you will be killed by that machine.

One person in the plastic department burnt his hand with the plastic squirter. Then he dropped the squirt gun; the plastic had broken, destroying the control board. The control board was costly, yet he broke it. But, the control board cameras saw who made the mistake, so Dante ejected him into the plastic melter, and he was burned until he died.

Another time, Dante saw some retards working in the whipping mill and was increasing the speed of the whips that were whipping the people. But he spilled tea onto the control panel, and the whippers stopped. The slaves were mistakenly freed, so the person who made the mistake was whipped at the highest speed possible on the whipper, and he got so hot he started smoking and either died of burns or starvation.

This new law seemed great; any slave got to die from the mistake they made. However, this didn’t seem all that it came to be. When a Retard with great strength and a degraded mental state found a machine built for making metal. The Retard, named [REDACTED], had destroyed the machine, making it far gone, too shattered to be fixed into its normal working conditions. This meant it couldn’t be fixed into a torture device, either. Dante didn’t know what to do, and he had fired all slaves whose job was to whip criminals. Dante had overthought overthinking, as [REDACTED] charged at Dante, making him black out. Dante may be brilliant, but brute force can kill.

THE WRATH OF ONCE WAS
Dante, now finally waking up, was injured but not dead. He knew reeducating his slaves not to build hospitals and not care for others that are dying was a bad idea, yet he still did it. Dante was still in shock and semi-fine with Uriel winning; after all, he outsmarted Dante. But this person won by stupidity; they won by charging at him and not doing a single intelligent thing. How could he? How could he? Dante had thought he was as angry as anyone could be!

But what could he do?

“That thing could’ve escaped by now!” Dante thought. Unlike Uriel, he didn’t have a location most knew; every slave didn’t have an area; they were always at their workplace. But he never thought they would just escape their work post.

“How idiotic! I’ve had so many workers rebel, yet, I had never thought of such a stupid idea of brute forcing escape!” Dante screamed into the abyss of his routine work area. In defeat, he returned to his office, permanently defeated, for the first time.

Dante never noticed, the faceless corpse of Uriel, still there, as if he never died; it felt as if he was mocking him.

“Hah! And you were humiliated by a mentally ill, muscular, Idiot! You’re getting weak.” Dante felt the body saying to him,

“I’ll show you who’s the idiot! You were defeated by said person who got defeated by a brainless muscular infant!” Dante replied to the body. Now realizing he hadn’t slept, Dante decided to take his mind off things by sleeping.

There he dreamed of a time when Uriel had killed Dante rather than imprisoned him. Dante noticed for once in his life that happiness was real happiness, not happiness formed by Dante workers, but genuine happiness. It was of a sanitation worker, a job Dante always hated.
“Muck and dirt, I’m lucky it’s a dumb enough task for my retards to do.” Dante had thought the sanitation worker was cleaning the floor happily. It was then Dante woke up. The corpse of Uriel was once again quiet. So Dante got up and sent a sanitation worker who looked very similar to the one in the dream home with a lot of food. Dante, in his madness, went on a killing spree. He was now armed with a machine gun he had built secretly one day long ago.

The next day, he traveled to China and started shooting everyone. The rice farmers, the factory slaves, and retarded hospitals. Then he skinned everyone and made a giant rug from the dried skin. Dante then placed it in front of the [REDACTED] shack and spray-painted it, “This is what happens if you disobey me,” in red paint.

[REDACTED] then came out and tried to throw a fight with Dante. But Dante used his machine gun and shot him so much that he became a pulp. The victim's juices were put into a blender with fat and fed as hamburger buns to the neighboring villages. So the people ate the meat and were found to like this “new meat,” so Dante went to work. He set up a gym that forces all people in North Korea to eat a lot of fat and chicken to give them a lot of energy so that they have a lot of muscle they like to eat. They were about the same fitness as [REDACTED]; we will soon see this was a mistake. Their meat was too tender, like wagyu, so they were whipped 10 hours a day to make it more rough.

They were then skinned and blended. Their skin was roasted to have a crunchy texture, and fat was added to make it more juicy. It was then mixed up and toasted, fried, or baked to be fed to the people. The people rejoiced while being provided with “Good Meat 2.0.”

Everyone was strong, and everyone was happy. The retarded slaves were soon too delighted and were noticed by Dante. Dante was mad at this; he thought they would get bored with other meat since they were so happy, meaning his old meat would be inferior. So, Dante decided to murder all slaves out of line with their opinions on meat and then skin them. With the skin, he fried it until it was crispy and fed it to the slave workers. And he took the shit out of the workers and deep-fried them and fed them as chips to the slaves. The slaves saw it and threw up. So Dante tied them up and forced them to eat it by pushing their mouths open and fed them using a stick to stuff it all into their stomach.

Then, he took the insides of the humans he murdered and cut them up. He removed the bones so the meat would still have the same texture as the original. He decided not to bland it up and boiled the human with water and salt. He put it in a large can full of vinegar when it was half cooked and pickled the humans. In about a month, he took the meat out and fed it to the people in Mexico.

The people in Mexico are known to be a bit on the obese side. And by that, it means that they were two thousand pounds overweight. So when Dante visited the autistic and retarded slaves in Mexico, the slave could only sleep all day and eat. So he forced his servants to roll the Mexicans to the beating machine and beat and whipped them until they were in shape. Then, once a week, they were allowed to eat meat. But because the slaves were either autistic or retarded, they didn’t know what this means. So the slaves just didn’t eat, making Dante mad. So he started beating them 16 hours a day and forcing them to go onto the Mexican deserts to run five hours a day. But if they could not run fast enough, they would be beaten every night for fifteen more minutes and forced to run an extra mile.

Because of this rule, many slaves died of exhaustion or were generally too fat. The corpses were being ground up and fed to the earthworms, sure, but Dante didn’t like this; more deaths equaled fewer beatings or health “classes.” What could he do?

THE THING

““Aha!” Dante exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he suddenly thought of an ingenious idea. What if, just maybe, he could invent the miraculous power of immortality to keep the slaves alive, even after they endured the most brutal tortures and punishments?”

Now, let me get this straight: alive, not indestructible. The immortality Dante was looking for was something that kept you alive, yet you could still feel pain and be on your last legs. Maximum pain. So much pain that it would drive the slaves insane, even if they already were. So much that they just stopped moving, but they were still forced to. So much that they just explode, not precisely explode, more like they deflate into a thing of flesh. They will still be alive, but barely alive, just conscious enough to hear but not see. Just enough to feel pain but not pleasure.

“How could I achieve such a thing!” Dante spouted in his office.

“Nobody even hears me, can somebody just listen to me for once?” Dante looks at the corpse of Uriel.

Then, a person walks through Dante’s room and says, “I can talk to you, but you must pay me fifty dollars per hour!” Dante was interested in the proposition.

The thing saying it was very shaky, wearing the mask of a crying puppy. He seemed physically transparent, even spirit-like. The thing raised his hand.

“Deal?”

Dante shook it and said, “Oh, even God is on my side!”

The thing said, “Great, now our meetings will be interesting.” The thing disappeared.

Dante then hit himself, and he woke up. But he lost fifty dollars when he logged on to his bank account. Now his perfect trillion is nine hundred ninety-nine billion nine hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred fifty.

The thing appeared once more, “Well, you took the deal? Didn’t it? Haha…”

“Help me in the office, alright?” Dante answered.

Dante then toured the thing, showing his many things, a shelf made by Uriel, the walls, and the empty desk that in our world should have a computer there. The thing said, “I know how to make a computer.”

Dante was angered, “Did you just make up a new word without my permission? I am not to be played with!”

Dante tried to shoot the thing, but the bullet passed right through it and into an old picture of Uriel. Then the thing said, “I can not die, as I am already dead. The word ‘Computer’ is already created before you came into this world.”

Dante then said, “What else don’t I know?”

“There are endless things you don’t know. But you don’t need to know them because I am the last unretarded person before you. I want to talk to you because we are very similar; we both like to torture people and rule our supremacy over the retards.”

“Well, one thing differentiates us: I’m smarter,” Dante said sarcastically.

“You are not. In fact, according to the computer, we have the same level of intelligence as all the ones that came before me. We both have the same IQ of 150, and we both were killed because of an accident involving a phone when we were boarding a train. It’s a vicious cycle but an enjoyable one.”

“I’m glad that these retards and slaves were being tortured every single part of their history. But one thing that I don’t understand is that why are we chosen to torture these retards? I am not saying I don’t like my job, but I just wanted to know the reason.”

“Let me ask a question to counter yours: do you remember where you were born?”

Dante thought for a second, “I don’t remember being birthed, but I do remember dying and appearing in this world, one thing I am glad about though is that I didn’t end up in a world where my job is to act nice to everyone because they are smarter than me.”

“Heh, heh, well, you’ll learn soon enough that maybe being the leader is a prison, I know it’s your destiny, but watch out for phones. You’ll see.”

“What do you mean? Can you explain? I am unaware we were chosen into this world but by chance.”

“All I can say is,” the thing had to think for a moment to collect his thoughts. “Remember Nathan, ground in a grinder, rage bundled up, all grinders destroyed, yes? Well, Nathan, let's just say he was someone more special than you, in a way. And with that, our contract appears to be over. You’ll be in this position soon, Tim.”

The Thing's mask broke, and it seemed to undergo torturous pain before fading away. The computer the Thing instructed Dante to build was now gone. Dante felt himself fall asleep, and when he awoke, he was back at his office; he checked his watch when the Thing had been given the deal. Everything was the same; only the Thing was gone.

Dante, confused, looked around; something felt wrong. Empty desk, check. Clean walls, check. The rotting corpse of Uriel, check. What was wrong? He saw that there was strange dust on the floor. He collects the dust and puts it into a jar. Dante then thinks for a bit. The thing wore a mask, but when he left, his mask seemed to break.

Aha, the dust must be the remainder of the mask that fell. So Dante took the jar and went to a retarded slave and made them make a mask mold for him. The mold was finished an hour later, and he melted the powder. The powder was made of gallium, so it was easy to melt. It was poured into the mold, and after it was cooled, he placed it onto the spot where the thing disappeared.

But, one minute went by, then another minute, and soon 10 minutes went by. An hour, or 2 hours, nothing happens. Dante decided to go to bed. The day was over. The thing was still not there. Out of sheer boredom, Dante put on the crying puppy's mask. And he saw that he could see through walls, and a computer was on his desk. He took off the mask, and the computer was no more. Suddenly, a loud “Hey!” echoed through the rooms, and Dante dropped the mask onto the floor. He couldn’t hear the “Hey!” anymore. Dante passed out on the floor out of sheer shock alone.

After an hour or two, Dante “woke up” and was shocked to see the thing was staring at him. The Thing screamed, “Ahh,” Sarcastically.

The thing then stood up with its ghostly body. The thing said, “That's what happens when you take my mask.” Dante was mad and said, “Well, you are the one who left it here!”
“Since when did I tell you? Never mind, you know Tim, I also once did that. When it was my turn to be in the spotlight. 89 Decades ago. It’s crazy to believe, but time moves way slower here than in the world of the undead people.”

“So, what’s so special about Nathan?” Dante asked the thing.

“I’m not the wisest when it comes to being a ghost, but I will tell you this: when it was my turn for the spotlight, my Nathan never happened. I had my Uriel, his name was Gertrude, I also had that brute. I’m not the best with my memories, so I don’t remember his name. But I know I had, ‘eliminated’ him, much like yours, but not exactly, but very similar.”

“So, how did you kill him? I need ideas on how to find more ways to kill someone.”

“Now, don’t expect me to be your advisor, but I feel obliged to give you a hint: when you kill them, don’t make others want to kill you.”

“Then I just secretly murder them? What is the fun of that? I want the people to see what I can do. And the retards probably aren’t smart enough to know what is killing. Heck, most of them can’t even have kids!” Dante said madly.

“Do you think so? Wouldn’t they be smart enough to know the idea of ‘killing’? We may be equal in intelligence, but wiseness is not the same as intelligence. I’m much more superior in wiseness, and that wiseness tells me that your people have advanced. You may have not noticed it, but they are getting smarter. At the beginning of your reign, they probably wouldn’t know a singular thing, much less the idea of murder. But now, they’ll know something. Possibly murder even.”

“Then do I need to castrate the people so that the smarter ones will die out, and the dumber ones will survive?”

“Heh, as if. Tim, you must realize that the dumber ones don’t exist anymore. Everyone is the smarter one. As people grow more intelligent, you must beat them at their own game. Outplay them, outsmart them, defeat them in a way they destroy themselves.”

“How would I do that? With only 150 IQ, I am the only average intelligence in the world of alive people. Sure, I could reeducate or hit them in the head so they become dumb again. But that would only waste my precious time.”

“Again, they are too bright to be simply dumbed down. By now, they probably realize the idea of ‘skeptically’; they’ll question your reeducation, meaning the reeducation won’t affect them.”

“So the only way to dumb them down is to what?”

“There is no easy way to dumb people down. You must face it; your victims are starting to grow. Remember Uriel? He even won for a second there, and he and his people were the lower half of intelligence. You can’t stop intelligence.”

“So the only way for me to rule is by ‘resetting’ the population, or can we slow down their advancement?”

“Why do you think I’m dead? Think about it. I tried the solution you just mentioned. That’s why your people's intelligence reset when you came in. What happened was that when I killed most of the species, the people took me down with them. The cycle repeats once again.”

“So are you saying that Nathan might be the only way to end this cycle, but a retarded slave killed him?”

“Well, Nathan was a reason the cycle repeated, but he could also serve as a way to stop it. But yes, I would say the ending of Nathan was unfortunate. I’m sorry, Tim, but I believe this is a failed attempt to stop the cycle. A one-in-a-million chance, a smart slave, yet wasted on a grinder. Goodbye, Dante; I won’t be seeing you again any time soon.”

The Thing, instead of the mask breaking, disappeared into nothingness. It wasn’t much time later that Dante woke up. Then Dante got an idea. He could free a person in the slave community, a person near his homeland, and teach him many things, and one in particular is that slavery is good and retarded people should be tortured but respected.

How is he supposed to pick a person to be freed? Dante walked around in circles while pressing random buttons on his control board. He suddenly thought of an idea—IQ tests.

Even though IQ tests are complex, Dante used all his knowledge to create one. It took ten months to complete, but finally, he had a perfect version. He then sent the tests to people’s homes in North America and ordered the no-killing of slaves.

THE TRAINING

Many took the tests, and the results, while higher than Dante expected, weren’t much. The average number of the slaves was only 54. Some scored 70; a few scored 80. But few achieved a 90 or above. Dante knew he had to train one of his slaves to no longer be retarded. He sent books on math and reading and even a book that taught them how to read or write in the first place to the smartest slave. However, the price of the books was relatively high—50 dollars for each. That would take a slave 50 years to get enough to buy a book. He ordered some slaves, whom he chose not to become competent in, to make a counter for how many books would be purchased.

Days went by, 72 to be exact, before a counter went up by one, but slowly, each counter for each book went up by one. A singular slave, one that accumulated 250 people to give away a year's salary to afford each book through empty promises and empty debts. The slave, after learning all the books, named himself “Jonathan.” He was as bright as he knew he could be.

Meanwhile, Dante debated whether to re-release the IQ test or give up on the ordeal. In the end, he decided to release another one, and six months later, when he had taught John everything he knew, the results came in. A girl named was the second smartest, named “Thorne.” She had an IQ of 130. The first, “Johnathan,” Had a staggering 140. A bit less than Dante. Dante knew what to do; he would put Thorne and Johnathan in a battle of wits and intelligence.

Dante set up a ring with the help of many slaves; he specifically picked ones with 20 IQ or lower to keep them from questioning. Dante thought, “What would the thing think of this? It would probably say,' I don’t believe this is a good idea, Tim.’”

“Heh, you’ll see, my masked friend, you’ll see.” Dante thought.

The battles will be divided into three categories, each lasting 210 minutes. The first category is math, followed by language and leadership. During those 210 minutes, John and Thorne will be asked 50 Minimum Questions.

The guidelines were plastered everywhere. The intelligence tests would begin in 31 days, and Thorne and John had only a month to prepare. Dante gave them enough time to study and rehearse.

Thorne would study using flash cards.

John would study using books that included the information.

Feeling competent and ready, they decided to take the tests a week early. Six hundred thirty minutes passed, and more than 10 hours passed that day.
The results were out! Dante graded the answers and gave feedback while allowing Thorne and John to kill as many as they pleased for stress relief.

Neither Thorne nor John killed any. What fools, stupid like you. You probably got an F in your High School Final, but your parents bribed the university to get you in. You’re pathetic and probably didn’t even get into a university.

Thorne got a 60% on Math, 86% on Language, and 103% on Leadership due to extra points on the test for such good answers. John did better in Math than Thorne; he got 107% due to his adding in-depth explanations for each problem. John got 85.42% on language, which is the same. And a poor 58.9% on Leadership, his ideals on what to do were relatively poor.

Dante thought John and Thorne were good people and ensured they were treated well. Dante gave all of them lessons on torture and murder every day and had hands-on lessons. There was also math, language, and leadership every day. But not the type of leadership you would expect. It was the type of question like, “Would you rather freeze someone then grind them or skin them then burn them?” Of course, the correct answer is to skin them and then burn them because freezing will cause minor pain, and less pain is terrible.

The first lesson after the battles is how to create new torturing devices. They are designed to inflict as much pain on the retarded slaves as possible. Especially on the obese ones. They don’t deserve to exist. In a classroom, at least ten retired prisoners are in a cell. This is so that John and Thorne can have Hands-on lessons. One day, Thorne and John created a heat gun that heated up slowly so that the slave’s skin could burn very slowly and be fried to a crisp. The remainder can be fed to people as a substitute for other meats.

“I don’t know if this is a great way to be a leader…” John questioned. Of course, he would; it makes sense, considering he only got a 58 on leadership.

The second lesson was math. To create complex torture devices, they have to be highly proficient in math. But soon, they found there wasn’t much to learn, so they went on a murder surge instead. They flew with the plane they built and went to an island south of Asia. The people there were the utmost retarded, as the outside world did not contact them. Well, only Thorne did the mass murder. John still questioned; it seemed that his ideals of leadership were still relatively poor.

“This is wrong! We shouldn’t kill people!” John yelled.

“This is why you had a 58 in leadership, Johnny,” Thorne told John bluntly while heating that part of Asia to 500 degrees.

You might be wondering. “Oh, oh, why is Thorne so fine with this?” you whine while holding your iPad with your baby's hands. But I am obligated to answer even the stupidest of questions. You see, back when Thorne was a little girl, she was abused as a child. Being hit, being told she was nothing but a speck. Well, I guess she couldn’t be told anything, everyone’s too retarded to say anything.

This had sparked a fire in Thorne that couldn’t be put out. She wanted revenge, to torture others. But she didn’t want to torture Dante; she respected him, but others couldn’t understand her angle. They were simply more stupid. So, she wanted revenge on the slaves and made them scream and feel pain.

This fire was evoked more when she found a bookshelf in Dante’s office holding only two books. “Uriel and You” by Uriel Lordhead and “101 Rituals for dealing with Ghosts: You Could do it too!” by ████████.

She read about Uriel. Not knowing that the corpse in his office was him all along. She had thought Dante called the corpse Uriel just because he was rubbing it in the corpse's body and that he was better. She saw the horrors that were Uriel's short reign. Closing the book, she was furious. She had to make a machine so torturous that the entire continent of Eurasia would feel her wrath. But she couldn’t do this alone. She needed smarts, and that would be John.

“Hey, Johnny, it was Johnny, right?” Thorne said as she came into John’s training room.

“Jonathon, what do you want?” John asked while reading a book.

“So, you think you could help in a project? A small one, a minuscule one, just a simple heat gun.”

“Now, why should I help you, miss?” John replied.

“Maybe we could get points from Master Dante,”

“Oh please, Dante isn’t going to help us; he is going to want us to work on it by ourselves as a small project. And stop calling him master. You aren't his slave.”

“Just, come with me, alright? I need your help with this.”

Thorne grabbed John into a workroom. She handed John some blueprints.

“Look, here’s the architecture for it, but I need your help with some simple equations to get the build on it just right.”

The equations were relatively easy. Something like X^2 = y
Y = -1. What is X? Or (2[3x + 89y]+9z-4d)/(b - [3/6 + x])

But John spotted some errors in her design. How quickly she made it, as it was a sloppy design. The cooling doesn’t have enough power, and the heat will quickly melt the plastic. The over-temperature cut-out switch is missing, so it might explode, killing John and Thorne.

“Are you going to solve it or not? If not, I’m going to have to give you motivation.” She locked the door and threw the key into a pit of lava next to the heat gun.

“Solve the equations, or else you are dying of hunger in this room!” Thorne said

“Fine, but remember to give me credit.”

John solved the equations and fixed the heat gun's design to ensure it wouldn’t blow up.

“Hah, now that's what I call a heat gun!” Thorne quickly made the gun easily, putting the prints in her pockets for later. She then pointed the finished heat gun at John.

“Uh, what are you doing?” John said,

“You think I’m that stupid? Of course, I’m not just going to let you out. You were a slave, after all. I still have unfinished business with your kind.”

“I need to remind you, you were a slave too, why don’t you kill yourself, huh?”

John took out his wind gun and shot the heat gun out of her hands.

“Who do you think I am? I’m not an idiot!” She started running after the heat gun.

John used his wind gun and shot the heat gun into the tub of lava. “Now you will never kill me!”

John then shot the door open and reported Thorne to Dante.

Dante called Thorne and asked her, “What the **** are you doing, trying to kill your almost brother? He is way smarter than you in the way of math. He can calculate things so quickly that you are just a blister in his thumbs. Stay out of trouble; there will be punishment next time. But for now, your punishment shall be John taking credit; he will own the design.”

“Alright, I’ll stay out of trouble,” Thorne replied, but she heard gibberish. She dismissed it as her imagination.

In reality, she had a lot of ideas.

“Heh, I still have the blueprints for the gun. I can still make Eurasia suffer! But how will I do it without Dante nor John noticing?” She thought.

Dante noticed a blue paper.

“One thing: Hand back the blueprint to me so I know you won’t do anything with it. I am sure John won’t trust you from now on. If someone is just a bit smarter than the slaves, they will know not to trust you.”

“Not like he trusted me anyway,” Thorne muttered. She was about to hand Dante the blueprints when she noticed something. The Blueprints were gone.

Dante replied, “He has always trusted you. That’s why he helped you. But you destroyed his trust in you. Don’t think he will help you anytime soon. Now, are you going to give me the prints or not?”

“Wait, what? I can’t find them! Where are they? What!”

In the distance, she saw a figure slip out of the window, a blur of purple and some blue. Someone had stolen the prints while she was talking with Dante.

‘What do you mean, someone stole them!? Well, we better find it. Jonathan!” Dante screamed.

Jonathan entered, saying, “Don’t worry, we will find it. I put a tracker in the blueprint in case Thorne didn’t want to give the design back to me.”

“What a smart idiot you are, Johnny. I should’ve taken the chance to kill you.” Thorne muttered quietly.

“I heard that!” said Dante, ‘Now, apologize.”

“What? I didn’t hear anything?” Thorne replied,

“You know what you said; now apologize, or you will be put in the coal room for an hour. We unretards deserve respect. And Johnathan isn’t getting any from you. He gave you respect, but you took advantage of it.”

“Unretards deserve respect from other unretards; hmm, I don’t think that was the same with Uriel.”

“How do you kno-.” Dante sighed. “Uriel is different; he was competent, not smart. Now, are we just going to banter, or are we going to find the prints!”

The three exited the palace and used Johnathan’s phone to track the location of the print.

“It seems it is going to be brought towards the mountains.” John commented.

So the group got onto Dante’s truck and went towards the location.

John and Thorne took out their machine guns and shot at retards during the trip. The retards screamed and were eaten by earthworms. More fertile land!

“Oh, look at mister, ‘this isn’t right!’ over here, and I thought you were a wimp who couldn’t kill. I guess I’ll start respecting you more then.” Thorne said to John. John didn’t reply.

John then looked at the location and saw the tracker had been stopped in a field. They got out of the truck and saw that there wasn’t anyone around the field. But there was a track in the grass, so they entered it. John saw a flickering light in the grass and went over and picked it up. It seemed as though it had been ripped out.

“I just realized that’s why the stupid tracker wasn’t moving the whole time! I thought that bastard was just camping somewhere!” John said in anger.

“Well, we better follow the track and try to kill the bitch. When we get a hold of him, we’re going to make his death as painful as possible.” Thorne said.


PART 2: Battles of Rebellion
Hello, as the person reading to the retarded person you are. I shall be taking my leave from now on, well, for now at least. This shall be in the POV of the robber.

“Hah, what fools they are,” I said in my language. I’m not the most intelligent person; I can’t understand a word of the gibberish our torturers say. I put on the footage of the camera I hacked. Looking at the footage, I could tell they were pretty occupied.

“Eureka! They’ll never find out anything about me anytime soon!”

I walked over to an old photo of my Grandfather; he knew the Torturer's language.

“Oh, gramps, I’ll make you proud,” I said.

I went into the palace and slowly inched my way into the office. The funny thing is, there was no guard around, even though it seemed to have a guard’s bedroom. I studied the room and soon found a crawl space behind the giant bookshelves with only one book. It was “Uriel and You” by Uriel Lordhead or my grandfather. Well, that's what the elders told me the book was called. I never learned to read. I thought even the Torturer admired my grandfather, but I was wrong. Their leader was shooting bullets into my grandfather’s portrait.

“Aim for the print.” I said. I was strolling towards one of the traitors. I trusted she would be a big part of the rebellion. I never thought she would go against our entire idea! She was my grandfather’s grandniece, but she betrayed him. So much that he died! It's all just for a bit of privilege. So I dashed towards her, took the blueprint while no one was looking, and ran to the window. I jumped off; it was a bit sloppy. Someone could have seen it, but is that anything in the scheme?

I ran off; it wasn’t until looking at the point when I thought it was safe in a grassy plain that I saw something.

“Now, what's that flashing thing?” I didn’t know what it was, and a light being made so small was beyond me. But I thought it might be dangerous and had better rip it out. So I did. But part of the paper was ripped out when I ripped it out. I didn’t think it was necessary, so I kept running.

That's when I thought I heard gunshots in the distance. How did they know where I was? It must be the light! What an idiot I was! So I kept running. I ran and ran until I got to Rebelliaÿ.

The only land that the Torturer didn’t control.

I went into my shack and shut the fence. I might be too slow! Whatever, it’ll take them a bit to find the place. I go over to the elders and show them the blueprints.

“By the gods of Uriel! You have found it! You really are the chosen one!” The elders said in the loudest voice they could muster.

“Yeah, I found the prints, what about it?” I said.

“This print could be the key to our freedom. It seems as though it is a heat gun. And a great one indeed. He can use it to stop the torturers!”

How I managed to complete this feat, I don’t know. I started as a young boy in my village. Most of the people with gray hair were grounded because they served no use to the torturers. If I have any regrets, it's eating the new “meat” the torturers produced right after. Anyway, I spent most of my life as a slave. The only memories I had back then were memories of seeing my parents die, along with everyone around me, due to something called the “Destroy Plan” or something like that.

Some people came into the ruins, and I was scared out of my mind seeing my parents die. They knocked me out, and there I was, in my place as a slave. After, like, ten years, I guess? I was knocked out again randomly while I was working. Now that I think about it, I realize that all the times I’ve been transported have been by being knocked out. When I woke up, I found myself in Rebelliaÿ. All my time there, I learned about this world's horrible things. This made me want to have revenge on the Torturer and save the ones who have been brainwashed. I trained, I trained, and my agility felt as high as possible. But I knew I was too young to do anything.

I was taught how to be as quiet and quickly as possible. I also learned many tedious lessons about sneaking into places.

Ironically, I just stole the print out of boredom. One thing my teachers never told me was the location of the Torturer. I was adventurous, so I ventured into a large building with an office inside it. There, I saw the torturer and the traitor. That’s when I realized, “Oh shit! This is the building to the Torturer!” I said that in such a quiet voice that you wouldn’t even be able to hear it when put through a speaker.

The Traitor used to play with me when I was tiny. We did almost everything together. We ate together, we played together, everything. But it stopped when the torturers came and killed everyone with gray hair. It was sad, but the Traitor didn’t seem unhappy; she seemed happy about it, as if her expression was “They deserved it.” It was then right after I was knocked out and transported to Rebelliaÿ.

I saw it in the Traitors' pocket before I stole the print. She looked distracted with the Torturer, so I took a moment to steal it, you know, as a keepsake. I hopped out as quickly, albeit carelessly, as I could. And you know the rest.

Now, back to the present, everyone was cheering, preparing a feast of the finest cuisine we could afford—slightly better Rat Meat and dry lettuce, a delicacy. The most intelligent people in our group and the elders took the print and started recreating it. They took the recreation and went to the inspection room. I never knew the inspection room; they never let me in. Luckily, with my skills, I slipped in quickly.

What I saw next, I could never recover from. I saw people around a strange symbol with the recreation of the print in the middle of the symbol. They were screaming something in the torturer's language.

And then, a ghostly figure emerged from the symbol; it had a mask on, screamed, and somehow knew our language.

“Who dares summon me, the previous one of the cycle!” the ghost moaned.

“’Tis I, the leader of Rebelliaÿ!” Said an elder, “And we have a document we would like you to look at. It seems like a heat gun, and we want to know if it is true!”

“I will only say this, it is easy for the torturers to fix this mistake, but it will take you many years just to solve one part of it. Your so-called “Torturers” can make a better version in seconds, and you retards will not dare to turn against the race of the all mightiest! They will kill you soon. No matter if you ****ing make the heat gun. You will perish, as they can create powers beyond your imagination. It is by pure luck that they haven’t found your town. But soon, you will be ended, and don’t expect me to help your side. Have the next twenty-four hours, and our ghosts won’t be back.”

“Then we’ll force you to stay,” The leader exclaimed before doing another ritual.

Chains formed around the ghost while it screamed, “Blasphemy!”

“You dare chain me up like a little child? I will always be free; it’s my destiny! Your destiny is to be dead! So accept it as it is and-”

“Shut up, you idiot.” The leader said.

The ghost then compressed into only its mask, the chains still on it. It appeared it had hibernated to sleep until it was unchained. Then, an eerie voice was played in the room. More ghosts started to appear, and soon, everyone ran out, as breathing was hard. The Ghosts, however, seemed like they couldn’t do anything but scare them; it appeared they couldn’t interact with the physical world without a ritual.

I had seen enough, so I quickly escaped the room, grabbing planks as quickly as possible. And in no time, the room was boarded up.

But the crisis isn’t over yet, as one of the elders told me,

“While we were in the inspection room, we guessed you also heard what he said; he also told us another message through telepathy to keep it a secret: the Torturers and his two Traitors are coming in merely an hour.”

ARRIVAL

Thirty minutes after the ghost incident, we see the Torturer’s truck arriving at the edge of our view. We could see they were armed with guns and cannons and bombs. That is not a good sign. And we saw that the grass that I trekked in was lit ablaze. The truck visited our humble village, and everyone was worried. We were the brightest groups of retards on the planet, and they were here to end all of us. What will happen to the not-so-smart brothers that are in this horrid world? Will they all perish like us? I don’t know. I am not as intelligent as the torturers.

But away from the depression, we were prepared. The heat gun was built, and we had swords. Bows and arrows were given to everyone. We were battle-ready. I was the most feared out of everyone in my group, so I was given the best item. A sword made from the control panel material was stolen from the factories. A makeshift gun was made with gunpowder, material from control panels, and many springs by removing outdated machines that had been thrown away.

As the truck quickly climbed up the hills and cliffs, which took me an hour to climb, I got worried about our defensive side. We don’t have a bunker of any sort. None of our shacks and buildings were very secure. They could fall any second. The gates were made of termite-infested wood and scrap plastic. The heat gun the Torturers invented could quickly burn up the wood and melt the plastic. And it seemed they had a heat gun mounted in front of the truck. And a wind gun, too. Oh god, what can we even do?

As the truck arrived, the Torturer spouted something; I couldn’t understand, so I yelled.

“Say something Useful”

The torturer looked confused, and the girl traitor looked surprised and said something to the torturer before she said something in a way we could understand.

“This is a message from Dante; we know you have your language. Luckily, me, Thorne, was from your place, a long time ago. This means I know your language. We offer you a deal, you all turn yourselves over to die, while the person who robbed the print will be tortured, or we can do this the hard way, and we easily win. Killing all of you in the process.”

The elder announced, “We will not give up. We will fight instead of giving up and be executed. We will not perish. This is a declaration of war between the Retards, or what we like to say Rebels and the Torturers!”

THE BATTLE OF REBELLIAŸ

Dante was confused before Thorne said, “They’re saying that they will commence war on you, Rebels vs. Torturers.” Dante translated the Rebels and Dante’s group. Dante was outraged. He was so mad that he didn’t care if his incredible truck would be scratched. He turned on the heat gun and told Thorne to arm the machine guns and Johnathan to arm the cannons. After the preparation, he turned on the high beams and went full speed. The truck went 300 mph, and the rebels couldn’t believe what they saw. Something so fast, the mountain lions they were used to, were merely as quickly as a snail compared to the truck.

They burned the wood and melted the plastic as soon as the heat gun came in contact with the wood and plastic. They drove right into the village and started a massacre. But the rebels also had their defenses. They used their arrows and tipped them with fire to try to send the truck on fire. Swords were everywhere as Dante exited the truck and dismounted the heat gun. Thorne took the windgun, and the rebels flew around. Some landed on roofs and fell into the houses. Some were not as fortunate and landed in fire pits. Then John dismounted the truck and used his sword to battle the rebels.

Dante’s group underestimated the number of rebels present; this was proven when John started dueling a rebel with his sword. Ten more rebels joined and fought against John. But one by one, the insurgents were killed, and John climbed out of the enormous pile of corpses.

The rebels also had their victory. They are very good with their bows. In one incident, Thorne was shot with a burning arrow, and her jacket quickly caught in flames. This caused a burn in Thorne, and Dante had to use the windgun she dropped onto the floor to blow it out. This made one of Thorne’s hands immobile, and she had a disadvantage.

Dante used the fire gun to burn up many houses. The houses were caught in flames, and the children inside were trapped. The elders quickly rescued them before roasting them, and giant bonfires erupted. Dante chased an elder and demanded to know where the blueprints were. The elder didn’t say anything, so he tortured him by slowly burning him. He finally gave in and said, “It’s in the hall with the ghosts.”

The ghosts were news to Dante, as he didn’t know there were more ghosts. He supposed it made sense and went in. There, Dante's predecessor welcomed him. He told him that one of the ghosts was trapped and the only way to free him was through a ritual. After a minute of briefing on how to do the ritual, he chanted some words and burned some wood. Then, the ghost was released from his shackle, and they all flew out of the hall.

Dante wanted to talk to the thing, but he knew this wasn’t the time. When he tried to exit the hall, the thing stopped him. He said, “Listen, Tim, they are building a heat gun somewhere.”

Dante was surprised and wanted to ask some questions, but the thing flew away. He came out of the hall and was amazed to see that half of the rebels were dead. But something was wrong; the elders were not there. They seemed just to disappear. When Dante checked the corpses, he couldn’t find a single elder. He dismissed it and would see them later when he had to crush the rebels.

Dante continued to use this firegun to kill the rebels. One after another, their clothes caught on fire, and they were burned alive. Some insurgents were so fat that they had to be drenched with gasoline to burn correctly. But when the fat spewed out and melted, the fire burned quickly.

He then saw someone in a purple kilt running towards the hall, carrying a paper. Dante chased after him and saw he was the one who robbed the blueprint. He shoots him, but in a way that he will slowly die in pain. He shot everywhere but the heart and brain, so he would only slowly die. Then he used a rock to hit his skull, and it fractured.

Suddenly, Thorne said, “What's the **** is that!” And pointed towards a group of elders hauling out a large firegun. They said, “While you were massacring this village, we were building the firegun, and here it is. Thorne translated it to Dante and John, but it came outs as, “While you bitches were ****ing killing all of us, we were building a ****ing gun, and here it is.”

Then John whispered to Dante and Thorne, “I think it is going to ****ing kill all of us. Tim, you should’ve made the immortality potion when you had the chance.” the fire gun was pointed at the “Torturers,” so they fled into the truck. This wasn’t a problem for the firegun, as it gets hot. So hot that it can quickly melt steel if it is concentrated correctly.

After hours of teamwork, the elders could finally end the “Torturers'” lives and create peace. But the elders don’t know that when Dante dies, everyone will die, and the cycle repeats. It might as well be a suicide for the entire planet. Dante thought about this and felt sorry for not being able to end the cycle. As they turned on the gun, Dante started the truck and tried to drive away.

In about three seconds, the firegun will be on. Three, they were nearing the hall, half a mile away from what used to be the village walls. Two, a third of a mile to the walls, one, a quarter mile to the walls, but their truck didn’t melt. There was only a tiny shake. Everyone survived. But when they looked behind them, it seemed like the giant firegun exploded, and everything around it crumbled.

Then, when John took out the locator, he saw the locator had a piece of blueprint stuck on it. After further inspection, John found that the part of the paper was the over-temperature cut-out switch design. The elders didn’t put the switch in it, so the firegun overheated and exploded. This burned everyone, and the whole village was gone. It seemed as though when Uriel’s grandson ripped the locator off, he saved the Torturers’ lives. A slave saved the Torturers’ lives in a roundabout way. It’s so lucky that the group hasn't died. The consequences are tremendous. Dante would have been the tyrant with the shortest reign. And all his efforts will be gone, all because of a slave. And this is what happened with Nathan.

After this battle, they drove back to the village. What used to be the wall is now ashes and burnt plastic. The shacks inside the town are unrecognizable. There are edible corpses everywhere. They are perfectly cooked and can be fed to everyone. So Dante and the team gathered all the food into the truck and continued to inspect the village. The robber is dead. The hall was crumbled into fine sand because of the explosion. Some even melted and turned into glass. Dante took the airgun and set it to weak. He used it to cool the glass and put it in a box to keep as souvenirs. Then he said to everyone, “You can take whatever you want from here. The bodies that blown off, the foot over there, and of course, the elder’s bodies.”

After the area survey, they returned to the truck and returned to Dante’s palace. Dante and the team went into the meeting room and discussed what to do with this whole situation. Of course, the first thing to do is grind up the meat and label it “Smart Patties.”

Dante asked the room, “So what should we do now? I know we need to up security, but any old retard won’t do. They are too easily fooled by other people. We need something that will be on our side, no matter what.”

John replied, “The only thing that would work can be human, so would the ghosts work?”

“Of course it won’t. I thought you were smart! What can they do? They can only pass through the wall and moan all day.” Thorne said.

Dante replied, “Thorne, watch your language. John is smarter than you, in terms in IQ. I am surprised you even passed your language test. Maybe I need to reevaluate it. But what both of you said is true, at least partly. Now, I trust you to find a solution in a couple of minutes. You both are very smart and can do it. Unlike those retards who almost blew us up. Maybe I need to feed them to the earthworms…”

“Now, think!” Dante said.

THE BATTLE OF FREELAČ

After a couple of minutes, the room was still silent. Dante encouraged John and Thorne to go on a killing spree. So they took a plane and flew to Africa, a continent south of Europe. In this vast land, there were new ideas everywhere. The blacks had their own culture and religion, perfect for inspiration.

So they armed themselves and shot everyone they saw. Dante gathered a group of retards and made them stand in a line. Then he put them in a pool of safari ants and started dismembering them. Then he fed the flesh of the humans to other humans to fatten them up. Then, it was time for his signature move. Slicing the obese people open for the fat to spew out so that it can be fed to the earthworms.

Thorne used her firegun to boil and fry the skin of the retards while they were alive and cut them off to deep-fry. It was the best way, she thought, and fed them to the retards. John used the airguns to blow the retarded slaves around and make them hit their heads and other vital areas. Then, suddenly, John said, “I’ve got it!”

Dante and Thorne both asked, “Got what?”

John replied, “The way to have security in the palace with no retards in the mix. We should use machines!”

“It’s a fine idea. We will get back and work on it.” Dante replied.

They flew back and went to work. But while they were trying to pass, something caught in the jet engine damaged it so severely that they had to make an emergency landing. They landed in a field in the middle of Europe, and it caught fire. They ran from the field, and Dante used his windgun to blow the fire out.

Success! But they needed the plane to get back to the palace. And with only one jet engine, the aircraft will fly lopsided. It is essential to get back to the palace and build the robots in fear for Dante’s safety. They might even need an army of robots.

After some thinking, they reached a compromise. The math told them they could return in a day if they worked as a team. They only had to remove the broken jet engine and move the working one onto the top. The good thing was that the fuel tank wasn’t lit on fire, so they still had fuel.

Dante used the firegun to melt the broken engine out of the plane and use it for scrap metal, while Thorn and Johnathan melted the steel from the engine and moved it to the top of the aircraft. With that, a day passed, and the team went into the plant to sleep. But they were jolted awake.

It was a retard walking in. He carried a dagger made of bamboo. Dante grabbed the heat gun, and Thorne said in the retard language, “Who dares to come in here, where the mighty one resides!”

The Retard replied, “I am the leader of the Freelač. Who is this?”

“I am the translator of the all-mighty leader, Dante. Obey Him, or else.”

“Why should my tribe and the neighboring ones obey you?”

“We have powers you haven’t dreamed of!”

The retard didn’t budge, so Dante shot his leg, and John used the Fire Gun and slowly roasted his feet. Then, John used the windgun to fly him back to his tribe. They fell asleep and woke up in the morning. They burned a wild hog they found and ate it. It is now time for work. They drove their truck out of the plane and used it to haul materials.

It was time to weld the engine to the top of the plane. But halfway through, they found that they needed painite to stabilize the control over the engine. But, painite was very hard to find; originally, it was all over the place. It used to be very easy to find, but now, it is rarer to find than finding a needle in a haystack on the first try. The findings of painite were like a metaphor for the slaves.

Way back when, back to the first experiment, the obese slaves, back when they were called slaves and not retards. They were submissive; they ate what Dante told them to eat, and everything felt fine, but now. Everyone is idiotic. Now, they need to listen to Dante. Every person they meet has to force them to do what Dante wants. Back then, everyone was too dumb to want to do anything alone. It's a metaphor for you; you used to listen to what your parents told you. Yet now, you never listen to them; you are probably a stupid brat who thinks they can do anything they want. You used to be wise, but now you aren’t. Why am I still here? Why am I still reading you a dead tale?

Then, Dante thought of an idea. They could “see” if the tribe had any. They only need to find the retard who wasn’t following Dante. But the villagers seemed to be as bright as the people from Rebelliaÿ. The people might be able to talk to ghosts.

Dante said, “We are going to find the village of Freelač and take their painite and use it!”

“Well, it shouldn’t be far from here. We have the truck to use. It shouldn’t be hard.” John replied.

Thorn pointed out that if Late can walk to Freelač in a couple of hours, it should take them too long.

When they started to drive, they saw a trail of burnt ash on the floor. So the group followed it, nearing a valley in about an hour. While John was driving, Dante and Thorne decided to ease their nerves by killing people. They killed the young, the obese, the old, and the normal. It is all fun and games for them to kill people. Another hour passes, and the earthworms should come out in time to eat it. And the factory workers should be coming to collect the bodies to be ground up.

That's when they see the walls of the village of Freelač. It is made of stone and raw iron. Nothing they couldn’t deal with. Dante mounted the front of the truck with the fire gun, melted the stone and iron into lava, and went through it. The leader should have expected them to be here, but the villagers wandered around, traded, and talked. The children were playing, and the elders were chatting. But when they drove in more and killed more retards with the truck, they saw an army of people.

An army came out with acid-tipped crossbows and swords. It was time to fight. Dante took out his machine gun, Johnathan used the air gun, and Thorne used the firegun. They got out and started shooting at everyone. People were burnt, and some were air-fried. The battle continued, and Thorne and Johnathan worked quite well as a team.

While John was blowing people away, Thorne burnt the people in the air, and it was raining cooked humans. Then Dante collected the meat and put it in a truck. Dante sent bullets flying everywhere. Old people were killed. Babies were killed. Strong and muscular men were killed. It was such a pretty battle. One that would be in history for ages to come. This battle would be taught to unretards in books, videos, and images.

Just as Dante was sending bullets flying, he bumped into a tank. The tank was depositing acid to the army men. He could take it and dip his bullets into them so more damage would be caused. He did precisely that, and the rate of death increased.

Dante invented something called the “Death Index.” If the index is shallow, that means you as a retard and don’t know what you are doing to kill someone. It is measured by finding the “Kill per minute,” or kpm. The higher, the better. When John and Thorne realized the combined kpm was only ten, they went into the truck and tried to think of something with a higher kpm.

Jonathan thought of making a bomb, and Thorne thought of a great addition. She could put acid in a separate compartment in the bomb, so when the bomb explodes, it would heat the acid and make it more violent and kill more people. They built a hundred in twenty minutes and took them out. They threw one out, and in a minute, it killed one hundred people. This would hardly make a dent in the world’s population.

They killed a lot of people, sure, but the flesh can’t be made as food. That's when Dante spotted a large, divine-looking building. He entered it but was protected by large, beefy, muscular young guards. Dante shot them with no mercy, and they bled to death. All the guards weren't clothed, so Dante was disgusted by what he saw. But he stepped on them and went in. The inside was a bright room with an open roof with the sun shining into a box that reflected blood-red light to ten tanzanites, which focused light into a lens that pointed to an emerald.

It was noon, and the emerald was completely lit up. The light was very blinding, but Dante saw into it. He then passed out for a minute…

After a minute, Dante woke up and saw ten ghosts staring at him. They said, “Hello, Dante…”

Dante replied, “Ahh, so this is what this light is. To communicate with ghosts. I see that many more innovative villages have the knowledge of how to communicate with ghosts.”

A ghost said, “Yes, but we try to remain unbiased so as not to change how things unfold. But the ghost known to you as “the thing” has given you some tips on how to change the course. And you did.”

Then another ghost said, “And a wonderful job you did too. Now, you made discoveries of killing unknown to us.”

“But, you won’t be seeing us soon, as noon is now over…”

Dante then saw the ghosts leave into the emerald, and one by one, the Tanzanites lost their light, and the emerald dimmed. Dante thought, “If it worked so well, I better make one too, or better yet, steal it.”

He opened the box of the blood light and saw inside there was a giant painite crystal. He took it, along with all the other tanzanites and the large diamond. He can produce the lens on his own with John and Thorne. So Dante went back outside to put the minerals into the truck. He then went to John and Thorne and helped them kill more people. He then told John to throw bombs into the temple. He did, and all the people still remaining inside were dead, and the building was in ruins.

After this massacre, they lit up every building and the surrounding forest to ensure everyone was dead. Then, they returned to their jet and placed the painite into the module. After sealing everything up, the plane started, and they climbed in. The truck was hauled in, and everyone was happy. Freelač was no more, and the forest fire would destroy the surrounding villages. Dante and the crew took off, and for a while, everything was peaceful. There was clam chatter, and they crossed the Atlantic peacefully.

Dante set the jet into autopilot and started working on the lens. He took a large piece of glass and began molding it with the heat gun. After the acceptable shape was crafted, he used a diamond tool to curve it.
THE BATTLE OF LIBERTARIOS

Abruptly, a large spear went through the floorboard, so John and Thorn looked outside the window. A tribe of retards was throwing spears at them. So Dante disengaged the autopilot and landed in a field two miles away from the town.

“What the **** was that?” Asked Thorne, shocked.

“How did they even get through the carbon fiber body of the plane?” Asked John.

Dante replied, “The spear seems to have been made of emerald, so it cut through the plane. Nonetheless, we will kill those bitches who dare to damage our plane. But the plane will still be functional to fly back to our palace.”


Dante, John, and Thorne went on the truck and drove it out into the desert. It wasn’t long until they saw a town in the distance. That is when Dante thought of an idea. He could use the lens he made to burn people much quicker. And in the desert sun, it gets way hotter, so it could quickly kill someone in a matter of seconds. They drove towards the town, which was called Libertarios. They saw all the men were entirely naked, probably from the desert sun. The women were partially clothed. Their breasts were, and so is their pubic area to the knee. But the men were battle-ready.

They held spears and swords that were heated until they were red-hot. The women had slingshots with hot rocks. So Dante’s group used their weapon and mounted the lens to the truck. As soon as the people were in front of the car, they were air fried and used as food for the retards that lived nearby. But this group of people wasn’t as dumb. They had someone young as their leader.

Their leader was naked and in a temple atop a hill overlooking the town. This gave him a significant advantage, as he could attack from the top, and others couldn’t attack him. But Dante got Thorne and John off the truck and drove around to the back of the hill. John and Thorn used their regular tactics to kill people. But they also used the bombs they created in Freelač to achieve the 100 kpm they aimed for quickly.

People tried to run away from the bombs, but they couldn’t because of how the hot acid blasted everywhere. If a retard were 100 ft away from the radius of the bomb, they’re dead. They had even less protection because they weren’t clothed. Quickly, three-quarters of the villages were destroyed and melted.

Dante drove the truck up and crept behind their leader, who was throwing spears into the mess. Dante tackled him and tied him up. He took him into the building and started to interrogate him. Dante could speak his language because of the lessons Thorne taught him during the plane ride.

Dante asked, “Why are there three attacks so close to each other?”

The leader did not respond, so Dante moved the lens, and it started burning the floor.

“I will repeat the question: Why are there three attacks so close to each other?”

There was no reply, so Dante moved the lens and focused it on the leader's bit of toe. The leader is in visual discomfort.

“Answer my question, or else.”

The leader replied shakily, “This was a planned attack... Ahh!” The lens focused higher up on his feet. “He knew you were coming…”

“And how did you know?” Dante asked while moving the lens an inch higher up his feet.

“We..ee.. Had a communication network set uppp by ghosts. They were…”

Dante took out his firegun to help him think.

“They were binded by a spell..ll we made and was used as a comm…unication network. We planned the attack so we would weaken youuu..u.”

Dante moved the light to his shin.

“AND WE PLANNED FOR YOU TO LAND IN ALL THREE SPOTS SO YOU WOULD DIE… AHHH!!!”

“And that didn’t work, did it?” Dante asked.

“No, it didn’t, and I failed.” The leader replied, while his future potential slowly ceased from the chance of existence. “I plotted the battles, but didn’tttt think you would winnnn all three of themmm… AHHH!”

Dante splashed water onto the leader and said, “As I am a person of mercy, you will die a painless death. You will have no more children ever again. No more people shall be smart, which will mark this plan's beginning”.

Dante fed the leader some pills, and the leader died a minute. Then he drove back down to see most of the villagers died, but some were still running around, so he had the fun of shooting people and burning them. They even have a game where they try to achieve the highest kpm to win. In the end, all the retards died, and it was over. But the trouble was, there was acid everywhere, so they needed to be careful. This time, there were no bodies to haul, as the acid may damage the truck. They drove back to the jet and flew back to the palace.

At last, the union of the three towns was ended. But there was still a problem. The ghosts were trapped.

So when they got back to the palace, Dante got out the book, “101 Rituals for Dealing with Ghosts: You Could Do It Too!” from his bookshelf and flipped to the page, “41: How to End a Spell Cast on a Ghost.” It said it needed acid, crimson leaves, and ground allanite.

Dante followed the book and started burning the mixture. A few minutes later, the ghosts went from silent to whooping around, happy that Dante freed them. One of them asked, “Those retards deserved to be ground up. But why didn’t you do so?”

Dante couldn’t think of an answer, but he felt they were dead enough that his earthworms could devour them. This was great for fertile dirt. As for the desert, the vultures would eat it.



PART 3: Innovation

One of the biggest reasons for the cycle was that the “Torturers” were dying because of rebellions caused by the retards. Dante has the earliest rebellion in all the torturers’ history. He could only crush the rebellions because he had the help of Thorne and Johnathan. Without them, he would have been dead for sure. A plan was created where they would make an army that could crush any rebellion.

But how could they create an army? If they were to educate the retards and make them become his army, then they would think for themselves and cause all Dante had worked for to vanish. He needed something that wasn’t human, directly under them.

That’s when John came into Dante’s office with an idea.


ROBOTICS

“We should make an army of computers with a human body!” John said.

“Do you mean robots? That is what robots are, and that would be a good idea. But how could we make a large army of them? They are going to be hard to make.”

“We should make a prototype version that would be your bodyguard then. I will get started now. But we need a lot of heavy steel that wouldn’t break in contact with acid. How are we going to make that?” John asked.

“I think titanium might work. We got some in the storage, right? Thorne can make the design and you can fix her mistakes. Get started now.” Dante replied.

John went to talk to Thorne. “Dante told us to make robots or computers with a human body; Dante told you to work on the design, since you make the firegun. He also said to use titanium as the frame. I’ll do the math, and you do the design.”

“Fine, but don’t just stand there!” Thorn replied.

John went to get the titanium from the storage. The storage room is brightly lit, with many high shelves full of the objects and minerals Dante has found. John went to the “Metals” area and found a shelf full of titanium. He only needs to haul it down. He took a lift with wheels and moved the bin of titanium to the car. Then he drove it back to Thorne’s workroom and put the box onto the floor.

By this time, Thorne had already finished the design and handed it back to John to examine it. He started on the motors on the feet and moved up as he went. He installed guns and bomb launchers on the shoulders. He then created a computer that controlled all the body’s movements. At last, the robot is fixed. But here’s the biggest problem: building it. It seemed easy on paper, but it is going to be complicated.

John started to build the body while Thorne began to on the arms. The body is made of a titanium frame and a metal body. After about an hour, he finished making all the mechanical parts inside the body. He then started piecing it all together. This is the hard part because they don’t fit together perfectly, like a Lego. He had to move certain parks to put in another, a tedious task. But after another hour, he finally made it. He created a body that could bend forward, backward, sideways, and upwards.

Thorne had successfully created both feet. The challenging part of the feet was the small motors needed to fit into the frame. It took ten broken motors to put one in, but in the end, the motors worked, and the front panel was put on.

Dante then came in and saw the excellent progress they were making. “Need any help?” he asked.

“We would appreciate it if you worked on the software for the robot.” John replied.

“Fine, but keep up the labor.”

John went back to work. Now that he was done with the body, it was time for the head. The head is relatively easy. He only needs to install a screen and cameras in the face, with microphones and suck. He completed it in less than an hour. Thorn made the hands, and it also wasn’t hard. Now that she knew how to make the feet, she used her experience to make the fingers. After seven hours of hard work, the robot was finally finished. They uploaded Dante’s code and sent him to walk to Dante.

When Dante saw it, he wasn’t so happy. He saw a white clunk of metal that couldn’t do anything.

“What the **** is that! It could barely move, and the screen is trash. We need it to be so close to a human that you can’t tell the difference, but this, this is bullshit. It could barely protect me.” Dante said, “I require something that is human. And this piece of shit isn’t. It is a disgrace. You put in seven hours of your life making shit while you could have made something better.”

John and Thorne hadn’t seen Dante this mad in a long time, so they knew it was time to return to work. Making a robot so close to a human body that it was a human would be too hard. The best solution is… They don’t know. Even with their 150 IQ, they can’t think of a better idea.

And yet, after hours of silence, no one thought of an idea. That's when Thorne’s brain sparked. She had an idea: to control slaves. The way to make this happen was to remove the consciousness of more substantial men and have a way to control their bodies.

When Dante heard this, he said, “No, Jonathan, Thorne, you don’t make it. I do. I’m more intelligent and have a higher IQ than you. You kids just watch.”

Dante called over a slave and tied him up. Then he took a computer and put it in a frame. He sanitized it and put it in the slave’s frontal cortex by cutting his skull open. Then he put it in and wired it to his brain. He closed the lid and stitched him up. After after hours of programming, he said, “Good Morning.”

The robot said, “Good morning, sir. How could I service you?”

BUILDING AN ARMY

“I will call these “robots” as servicemen,” Dante said.

After the first surgery was successful, so he ordered more surgeries. Because the new serviceman has intelligence, Dante orders him to perform surgeries with him, John, and Thorne. After the first round, four more servicemen were created. Then, it doubled in the next round. Then, it doubled again. At this point, Dante, John, and Thorne didn’t need to work anymore. By the end of the first day, they already had three hundred servicemen.

The servicemen eat regular food. Dante could order all the food he needed with all the factories running. So he went to a factory and ordered food to be delivered daily to the palace. The retards obeyed, and everything went smoothly. Every day, more and more servicemen were created. There are some walking the halls, some walking in the rooms, some sleeping, some eating, all nice and wonderful.

The servicemen were also treated exceptionally well, too. They were given three meals daily, four if they wanted an extra one. Ten hours of sleep a day, depending on what shift you have. The servicemen were also very obedient. They followed whatever Dante ordered and were glad to follow, too.

After waiting for a month, they created an army of servicemen. It contains over five million servicemen, and all of them are battle-ready. However, an army is hard to organize, as is proven when Dante tries to tell each serviceman to go to what area and to do what.

Dante told a serviceman, “Go to the field and answer to your group lead.”

He went to a group, but it was not the right group. This was right before they were about to go to a town called “Maser,” which had anti-Dante retards around. Once, Dante visited the city a couple of years ago before he trained Thorne and Johnathan. He visited the city, but the villagers chased him away. But the next day, he returned and killed most of them. Some survived, and Dante made sure they did. He could return and kill them again, which is the time to do so.

The problem with the servicemen is that they aren’t organized. Dante selected two hundred servicemen as generals and commanded them to choose an even number of servicemen to organize. As the computers inside their brain told others how to work, they were finally organized. The rest will stay at the palace to ensure the group's safety.

In the end, global domination is inevitable, Dante thought. So he was to do it.

“Enter your trucks and planes and prepare for the acquisition of the planet,” Dante ordered in a cold voice.

Thorne and John each led one hundred generals, each with a job to acquire half of the planet. They were to round up foreign tribes, implant and reeducate them, and gather their memories and knowledge into a computer to be turned into an encyclopedia of tribes, cities, towns, and other things and practices created by each culture. This way, Dante can manipulate each group of people into doing what he wants them to do, even causing mass suicide.