Capítulo 43: Chosen by a god.
"Even so, all is not lost...My father, fulfilled some of his goals in the end, and inherited his power to me..."
"Also, although I cannot generate the power of the original paradise, it is still possible based on the natural chaos of the atmosphere to utilize some of the power of destiny."
"Although I am now a divine being, I cannot make everything become ideal... "Jesus clarified, bitterly.
"But I promise, I will always dedicate myself to try to achieve peace and love...To succeed in developing an important power that has no evil, that has only peace..."
"Just like my father, that is my wish."
"I am unworthy of the title of almighty, but I promise, I will be able to use faith...What everyone wants...It is that in the end, what faith means, what people desire and trust will happen, because they will strive for that..."
"Me too, even I have faith..."
"And faith is real, because the will is what makes something change..."
"If the faith of many beings is in peace, certainly someday real peace will come."
[System(private): "The almighty of the 7 heavens", "lord of destiny" Jesus, is offering you to officially join his faith...]
-If you accept, you will be the first chosen one of destiny, also known as "The Messiah", your class will change to a prophet, with no possibility of return. ]
-Acceptance is highly recommended]
Emma, I accept without hesitation.
"I am not perfect, but I will always dedicate myself to fulfill the expectations of those who have faith in peace..."(Jesus)
"And I may not have a power that is the most apt to bring peace, but I will make sure that as my chosen one, you can help whomever you wish."(Jesus)
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[You have received the hidden title, the unconditional love of a prophet].
A message shocked the whole family, but then something that shocked them even more came...
Emma woke up.
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I couldn't help but smile, seeing how tender my family was crying over my awakening.
Hugging and caressing them, I tried to comfort them...
Even Viktor didn't refuse a kiss on the cheek this time...
My husband lovingly held my hand, and his head collapsed, falling to my legs, and crying like a baby.
I first hugged my daughter and husband tightly.
"Mom...Did you gain a new power? "Viktor asked, calling me by a nickname I hadn't heard from his lips before this world tragedy, since he turned 7 years old.
"Umm "I nodded my head, while caressing my husband's head with one hand and my son Viktor's with the other.
After Viktor pulled away a little flushed, I stroked my daughter, who also stroked my hand.
When Emma woke up, they had a good family period.
After that, Emma stood up, her family tried to help her, as if they were afraid she was fragile. But now, she is stronger than ever.
As she looked at the group of depressed "soldiers" who at least smiled a little when they saw her wake up, she smiled sadly.
It was obvious that there were only eight of them left. It was already dawn.
They built a fire, and started a conversation, which the normally quiet Emma initiated.
The group became a bit nostalgic, remembering what they suffered in this new reality...
Time was spent burying the corpses...Or what was left of them.
And after praying and having some time in silence; Emma, with a smile, spoke:
"In this time since the change of the world, all of us here have had, will have, and will overcome, different difficult trials."(Emma)
"We cannot revive the dead, but we can make their lives worth remembering."(Emma)
"We can set a precedent in history, and help to achieve peace for humanity."(Emma)
"And the first step is to get out of here... All of us together... Those of us who are here today."(Emma)
"No one should be left behind!" Emma smiled, and everyone felt a little better.
She had won the goodwill of the whole group, being the one who healed and protected them, safeguarding that they could move forward.
You could see the genuineness of her words, she really hoped they could survive together...
Unfortunately, it was hard for the soldiers to believe that they would be able to. But these people, without saying words, decided in their hearts, to try to make this person survive to the end.
And Viktor did not miss this vision... It was beautiful to see virtue in a place full of evil.
They left in a quiet place, where the dawn was shining, the graves of their companions, and set off to live a little longer.
There were 8 graves, of which, Ickia wrote down in a notebook the names...
Jack Desvol, a brave laborer. Fallen in battle. Died January 23, 2034.Comrade of the C.S. Alpha. Age unknown (I estimate 25 years approximately).
Robert Thompson, a brave soldier. Fallen in battle. Died January 23, 2034.Comrade of C.S. Alpha. 35 years old.(He fought heroically with the group of trained soldiers, he was one of them 4.)
Jasmin Prond, a designer. Fallen in battle. Died January 23, 2034. Comrade of C.S. Alpha. 23 years old.
Edward Ailmord, an excellent chef. Fallen in battle. Died January 23, 2034. Comrade of C. S. Alpha. 45 years old.
Allan Breal, a young singer. Fallen in battle. Died January 23, 2034. Comrade of C. S. Alpha. 21 years old.
Ellen Smark, a lively teacher.Fallen in battle. Died January 24, 2034.Comrade of C. S. Alpha.38 years old.(Wife of Alex)(I liked her...).
Alex Soleri, a calm teacher. Fallen in battle. Died January 24. Comrade of C. S. Alpha.46 years old.(Husband of Ellen)
Johnson Saturn, a caring janitor. Died January 23.Comrade of C. S. Alpha.58 years. (I didn't get to know him well, but his few words encouraged me).
On the back, he wrote down the names of those who were still alive, and those who were important to him, to remember everything...
He wrote down the family, he wrote down the C.S. Alpha, also the other squadrons, who always treated him well.
Some people he did not remember the name, and he made a brief sketch of their faces.
Of course, he couldn't finish the whole diary before they had to leave, but in his heart, he already had something to do other than cry.
The rest of the group was also motivated by how Ickia wanted to remember them.
The name and face of the living civilian "soldiers" was also noted, they were:
Noah Stuth, a veteran soldier. 50 years old.
Elijah Smark, an energetic soldier. 27 years old.(Ellen's brother).
Lyon Stiv, a capable soldier. 33 years old.
Henry Alms, a kind soldier. 35 years old.
Rojahn ( family name unknown), a charismatic and humorous salesman. 45 years old.
"The silent one" (nickname), job unknown. First name unknown. Doesn't speak almost never. Looks about 25 years old.
Lucas Sanghock, job unknown. More of a listener than a talker. 23 years old.
Charlotte Sanghock, artist. Mostly just talks to her brother, Lucas. She draws excellently (I like her art a lot) (She taught me a little bit of art). 19 years old.
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