Zero: The Editor
This Chapter Was Written By Kyen_Syr and edited by me.
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Elsewhere, during Rex's Conversation With the Observer
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As Rex was beginning to embark on his journey to transcend his mortal shell to Earthland, I, another enigmatic visitor, materialized in his former world. My appearance bore the resemblance of a distinguished librarian from the twenty-first century, my hair flowing like the purest ink, and my sapphire eyes evoking the vast, sunlit sea. Half-moon glasses adorned my face, akin to Dumbledore's, yet their unique qualities remained shrouded in enigma, their secrets yet to be unveiled.
While these glasses were, indeed, reading glasses, their true potential remained concealed. Towering at a height of approximately six feet, I conjured a peculiar booklet seemingly from thin air. Outwardly, it resembled an ordinary pocket notebook one might find in a store like Walmart, yet within its pages lay powers far surpassing the limitations of this dimension and even the Celestial Courts.
With a discontented click of my tongue, I remarked, "The lingering souls of Rex's comrades resonate more profoundly in this world than ever before." My presence in Rex's abandoned world was ethereal, leaving no trace of footprints as I moved silently through the landscape. My role, that of an observer, was to silently witness the unfolding scenes presented by Light to Rex within the Void. I watched as the Germans aimed a missile at the aircraft carrying Rex's former comrades, allowing events to unfold seemingly unchanged.
However, the term "seemingly" was significant. Much like my title suggested, I subtly manipulated select elements within this context. The missile continued its flight and, as anticipated, detonated upon impact, much to the Germans' satisfaction. Yet beneath this veneer of continuity, intricate alterations had transpired.
My first intervention involved introducing a subtle but pivotal flaw in the missile's wiring, causing a fatal technological malfunction. In its ascent, the missile tragically mistook its target, perceiving open air instead of the actual aircraft. This unexpected malfunction created an unintended smokescreen, providing a precious escape route for those beleaguered souls who had endured seven harrowing years in their living hell. I had immersed myself in Rex's story, understanding that, despite his impending adventures in Earthland, remnants of his home world would persist. It was a common fate for "isekaid otakus" like him, even if, in jest, he blamed Pokémon during his discussions with Light. Their destinies often involved the path towards empowerment, whether from the outset or over time.
Secondly, I, the stranger known as Zero, meticulously ensured the secure passage of Rex's former comrades during their arduous journey back to America. Beyond the moment of my context-altering intervention, the aircraft teetered on the brink of encountering anti-aircraft missiles as it breached American airspace. Yet, I remained unwavering, steadfast in my commitment to ensure that Rex's gallant sacrifice would not be in vain.
It was for this very reason that I had been entrusted with the weighty task of an emergency quest.
Lastly, I orchestrated a brighter future for Luke and Rex's surviving comrades, meticulously shaping their fates for the better, and reaping the rewards of their unwavering efforts. Rex's younger brother ascended to the exalted position of director within the military's Research and Development department, his contributions poised to play a pivotal role in bringing the tumultuous Third World War to its inevitable conclusion, through the complete dissolution of the German nation.
From this point onward, Luke's name would be forever etched in the annals of Earth's history, revered as a savior for his groundbreaking work in the field of virtual reality technology. Furthermore, I ensured that in each project Luke embarked upon or spearheaded himself, a fitting tribute to his late older brother was woven into the very fabric of his endeavors. This sacred tradition would persist, an enduring legacy of brotherly love and remembrance, until Luke's eventual retirement at the age of sixty-nine.
The final vestiges of fortune I bestowed upon Luke would gradually wane, ultimately extinguishing at the tender age of ninety-eight. It marked his peaceful passing as he slumbered, enveloped in the loving embrace of his family. Unbeknownst to him, this poignant act, clutching the stuffed Charizard gifted by his older brother many years ago, would persist as an unspoken tradition, transcending generations within his family.
As for Rex's former comrades who still trod the path of the living, individuals like the unyielding Lanky found themselves ensnared in the intricate web of a court-martial, accused of insubordination. The loss of communication with them had been unjustly attributed in part to the Germans, infiltrated and compromised by defectors. The other malevolent party, as nearly everyone had anticipated, comprised individuals deeply entrenched in positions of immense power, steeped in the stench of corruption.
I, the stranger and master of contextual manipulation, orchestrated the unveiling of compelling evidence that laid bare the extent of system tampering and pervasive corruption. This evidence not only substantiated the falsehood of the insubordination charges but also brought to light the abhorrent conditions these soldiers had endured over several years, including the grim act of cannibalism. This revelation would, in due course, compel the government to allocate billions in the years ahead for the medical treatment of the survivors, resulting in the trial's inevitable collapse beneath the weight of irrefutable proof.
Upon their return to the United States, those who had persevered through the trials of the 32nd Battalion were met with an honorable discharge from the military. Their services were acknowledged and rewarded with bi-weekly stipends, each sum exceeding six figures. Those who had not survived, including Rex, were posthumously celebrated with medals that commemorated their unwavering bravery and the suffering they endured during those darkest times.
By the year 2040, the turbulent Third World War had reached its closure, an epochal moment known as the "Zero Point" event. As we fast-forward to 2140, roughly a century later, people began to uncover the profound role that the once-mighty nation known as "Germany" had played in all three World Wars. This revelation became a pivotal subject integrated into middle school curricula by this point.
Leap ahead to 3040, a millennium after the conclusion of the Third World War, and a significant development came to fruition: the first appearance of a Dimensional Fissure. This monumental event marked the inception of another legend, a story poised to be shaped and recounted in the times yet to come.
Returning to my enigmatic self in the contemporary setting of 2032, I meticulously sealed my notebook, ensuring that the careful edits I had made were etched indelibly into the tapestry of this world's destiny. While my power might not rival that of certain interdimensional entities, the abilities I wielded transcended the bounds of the Celestial Courts, concealed from the prying eyes of Nihilus, Orion, and even Light. It was a power born from the understanding that this world, once Rex's chapter had concluded, faced a future shrouded in darkness.
Had I not intervened, it would have shared the fate of countless other worlds, relegated to the role of mere backdrops for mighty protagonists in both canonical narratives and fan-made tales, destined for oblivion without closure. Among the myriad stories I had encountered, only one promised a resolution, whether meticulously preordained or irrevocably set in stone. It revolved around a remnant soul's journey through diverse worlds, seeking solace and redemption along the way.
With my duty partially fulfilled, providing this world with the opportunity to craft a new legend intertwined with its fate, I, the enigmatic stranger, have taken on the moniker "The Editor" for simplicity's sake. I now embark on the solemn task of collecting the souls left on the battlefield—those who had crossed paths with Rex during their lifetimes. This somber assembly includes Simon's lingering soul, the former Captain of the 32nd battalion preceding Rex, and I facilitate their passage to their intended destinations.
Whether their ultimate journey leads to Heaven, Hell, Limbo, or the cycle of reincarnation lies at the discretion of the deities of Fate in this dimension. For most of these souls, I harbor little concern. My focus remains solely on ensuring that those souls integral to Rex's origins are offered brighter destinies in the wake of the calamitous ordeal.
As the final soul departs from the battlefield, a notification resonates within my being.
"The quest is now fulfilled: [The Fairy's Clover - A Dark Beginning]."
"After the passing of this world's central figure, Rex, amid a tumultuous period in human history, this realm found itself partially rescued through Orion's divine intercession, acting in the name of the Celestial Court. Driven by the yearnings of otherworldly entities, who persistently monitor various worlds, as if written tales within the pages of books and web serials, you extended new destinies to the souls lingering in the event instance—reshaping their present lives and the afterlife."
"Your actions have cast the Celestial Court into disarray."
"Nihilus, the Watcher-kin of this dimension, grapples with confusion, unable to discern the nature of your profound intervention."
"Orion, swathed in hope, remains blissfully unaware of the full scope of your transformative actions."
"The Author of this dimension, akin to a deity-like entity akin to Lord Fate, has grown cognizant of your intriguing interference and is captivated by the consequences you have set in motion."
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hmak27230 Sorry guys looks like I'm going to have to break one of my earlier promises. Inspirations have come to us and besides Rex their will be a few other important OCs.
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