Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest

“Again with your ridiculous ideas, Jeremias?”

“Endless water supply? Can’t you imagine how that would destroy our economy if we gave it all for free?”

“Are you planning on wasting the money invested into our association just to give it away for free to some nobodies?”

“Jeremias, that’s enough!”

Once more, Jeremias was neglected, denied of his ideas and what he wanted for the rest of the Kingdom. The wizards of the association were all corrupt men who drowned in riches.

They might act noble and humble, but they were all rotten to the core, people with no intention of helping others than the nobles that gave them the money.

“From today onwards, we’ll remove your Title as Wizard of the Court of Magicians!”

“We are tired of your ideas and your ridiculous mindset.”

“The Nobles cannot tolerate you any longer.”

“They say you’re a revolutionary that wants to bring their lives to doom!”

“W-What?! But… I just want to improve everyone’s lives! What’s so wrong with that?!” Jeremias cried in anger. “What’s so wrong with trying to help people, what’s so wrong with being tired of seeing them starve to death while the fat nobles’ stuff themselves with everything as they laugh at the rest?! I didn’t become a magician to become the same as them! I became one because… all of you promised me we were making a change!”

“Shut up!” Merlinus shut down Jeremias. “Guards! Bring him out! Strip him from his Magician’s Emblem!”

The guards, which were automatized golems made with alchemy, grabbed his emblem and tore it apart from his clothes, while dragging Jeremias outside the Magician Tower and throwing him into the streets.

“You bastards… All of you! You damn bastards!”

“This damn Kingdom and all of its nobles… you’re all corrupt…”

“This entire society, this entire world!”

“Why is everything always the same?! Why can’t I change anything even as hard as I try?!”

“This rotten… damned world…”

Jeremias drowned himself in alcohol as he slept in the corners of alleyways for many days. Lost on his own despair and frustration.

Until one day, as he had lost everything he once had, he heard the voice of someone… something, whispering to him.

“So you want a change?”

“Huh?! What the… What is going on?”

Jeremias began looking around, but couldn’t find a single thing, not even a single street rat.

“Do you want to change this world? To strip the status quo?”

“Huh? Who is that?!”

The voice became louder and more monstrous as it spoke to his very soul.

“Answer me, Jeremias!”

“I… I do! I want a change…”

Jeremias kneeled in the floor as he began to cry, thinking he had begun to hallucinate due to his own madness.

FLASH!

Darkness quickly began seeping from the ground into his very body…

“Then let us make a change, you and I, Jeremias…”

The presence felt louder and clearer, and also, its voice was comforting.

“Who are you? Am I not hallucinating?”

“You are not, Jeremias! I am the one that can give you strength, and power like you’ve never truly imagined!”

“Power…?”

“Yes, the power to take revenge against all of those that wronged you, so we can change the world together. We will bring an end to all, so a new world will emerge from it. A world where you can be the ruler, where YOU… can make the rules.”

“Ahh…”

Jeremias hands began twitching in excitement, as he looked into the night sky.

“Yes… YES! I will change it all… If all of this is gone from the roots, then… Then we can truly begin a new society, a new world! A world without all of this pointless discrimination, without all of this nastiness, without all this corruption!”

“A cleansed world.”

“Yes… That’s right!”

“Then let us begin the Ritual. Become my Warlock, and all of these things you desire will eventually become real, all of them!”

“I… I will. I will!”

Jeremias, who had been stripped of everything, had nothing else to lose any more.

Since that day he created a contract with the Demon King of Miasma and became one of his first Warlocks in this world after the Rehashing, history already begun to change from its previous iteration.

The goals of the Demon King of Miasma were very simple as well. He desired to bring a change, so the calamities of the past do not repeat once more after the Rehashing. As long as he, the Demon King doesn’t die, the other ones that come afterwards, which shook the world and destroyed it would not be reborn.

“As long as I can fill this world with Miasma and make it my domain, MY world… then it won’t end. It will be saved, Jeremias!”

“Ahh… So that’s the truth about this world… The Fragmentation and the Rehashing… And the Players too?”

“They’re envoys of the Gods attempting to stop me, we must stop them first and quickly fill this world with Miasma, or at the end, everything will be destroyed. All will end!”

“You’re right my lord… you’re right, Master!”

“Gather those like you, the rejected, the denied, those that harbor the same feelings as you. All of those that desire a second chance, we’ll give it to them, and they shall become our allies in this crusade to save the world.”

The Demon King knew that this wasn’t exactly saving it, but as a being made of Miasma and Malice, he knew nothing better.

“Yes… I will!”

And Jeremias, filled with lies and already brainwashed by the sweet words of his master and the contract they had, happily obeyed, filled with “enlightenment” he gathered many like him, and formed the Cult of the Demon King of Miasma.

Working in the shadows, they slowly prepared and finally arrived at the Forest of Beginnings. Once this was dealt with, everything else would come to a stop like a domino.

“We first deal with the Heart of the Verdant Continent and the last hope of the Gods, and then everything will come down just as I promised you before. We will be able to rebuild a new world from the ashes, one where everyone will be treated equally, where there will not be suffering anymore!”

“Yes… That’s right, we will!”

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