Dungeon Raider System-Chapter 933: Call of the gods

After being summoned through Mister Scofield’s fantasy world skill, Alonso was somehow forgotten by everyone and left to his own devises on the library before the feud with the goddess of fate was even settled.

His first step out of the library left him astonished, but certainly not in a good way. Megacities in his Spain were scarce and their walls were shorter which meant they still enjoyed the morning sunshine. People had potted plants on their balconies and although there were more than a few skyscrapers, they weren’t tall or numerous enough to block the view.

The megacity of New Texas was the complete opposite and painted a gray picture of skyscraper after skyscraper, color occasionally breaching through neon advertisements instead of plants. Even the stale air that reached him felt smothering rather than invigorating and Alonso could only describe it as a dystopian hell.

Alonso then took to run to a random direction inwardly hoping to find any greenery, any color or at least to feel the air tickling his face in a vain attempt to escape the prison-like megacity whose walls seemed to become smaller and smaller with each passing second.

Hours later he would find himself sprawled on the ground on a dim lit corner and a few credits besides him as people assumed he was homeless which was somewhat true. His home had been taken from him and the only way back was to catch a flight, which was impossible to do without the economic means which he had... in Spain.

An idea crossed his mind and he attempted to return to the library and ask Uriel for a ride, but having lost track of time due to his mental state, when he finally managed to return there was no one there. Not even Gertrude as the library was closed.

The only thing left for him was to head to the Cryptid hunting agency, do a quick job that would earn himself enough credits to pay his fare. An easy feat for a powerful hunter like himself, only his mind was anything but clear and he needed to fix that first.

Alonso decided the only thing that could possibly improve his mental state was to activate his trait, just like Uriel visited his museum whenever he felt down, only instead of visiting a grandiose building filled with artifacts, Alonso was able to see the full spectrum of light.

His eyes glimmered in a steady light as he gazed around him, finding comfort in the brightness of the UV light hitting the gray alloy reinforced concrete and the iridescent marvels of refracted light all around him. Nothing had changed, yet to him it was an entirely different city. One that he might not like, but could endure.

It was just when he was finally feeling better, that one of the strangest phenomena he had ever laid eyes on took place. Streams of light in the sky that moved in strange ways clashed against a barrier only he could see. The movements of the light seemed to carry purpose as they repeatedly probed the wall, but one thought kept resounding on Alonso’s mind.

"This is what my dear companions warned me about, those lights don’t actually exist and they’re just in my mind." He sighed to himself, yet the nagging feeling did not abandon him and he felt compelled to keep his eyes on them at all times.

The barrier flickered each time the streams of light hit it giving the awful sensation they were under attack, but for some odd reason the news didn’t show anything about that phenomenon. Assuming it had to be something normal, or at least nothing too dangerous, Alonso carried on his way to the Cryptid hunting agency where he was greeted by a clerk on the entrance.

It took her just a glance to confirm he was a heavenly rank hunter, despite his dirty clothes and emaciated face, and she quickly directed him inside the agency where other hunters had been gathering all day.

They didn’t even give him the chance to speak or ask any question, they just placed him in a room filled with other hunters who all seemed scared.

"You heard the voices too?" Asked a young red headed man who was actually the goblin hybrid Uriel once met in the rangers.

"What voices?" Asked Alonso.

"In your head, the ones offering you power." The young man explained.

"No, that didn’t happen to me."

"When that happens, turn it down. I’ve seen what happens when they say yes and it’s not pretty." The young man said before disappearing into the crowd leaving Alonso confounded.

The head of the hunter agency showed up brandishing a huge sword realized in what Alonso knew to be orichalcum and she addressed the public with reassuring words she read from a sheet of paper her assistant made for her, then left the place.

"Excuse me, I think I’m in the wrong place." Alonso said to Sharp.

"I just said the rangers are taking care of it."

"I am a ranger myself, though from another contintent... but I think I may be of help. I can see the lights." Alonso’s words seemingly sparked something in Sharp’s face and she hurriedly led him to a room where Charlie sat.

The conversation was brief and to the point, allowing them to get up to date with the events and Alonso to realize that he was seeing with the naked eye was likely the presence of the gods.

"If you can see them, then maybe we can stop them." Charlie said, her scarlet eyes glimmering in thirst. And so, the Cryptid hunting agency became temporarily the god hunting agency without fanfares or ceremony.

Alonso’s trait allowed him to see the gods at a distance, but the skyscrapers blocked his view and it was only thanks to the agency’s helicopter that he was able to find the first one.

They landed on the college campus and headed straight to the engineering wing, more specifically to a workshop where a frail old man wearing what seemed like a robotic armor with several arms carrying gadgets and tools seemingly spoke to the air.

"Will I truly be able to understand the natures of particles with just saying yes?" He asked, his neck craned up to the ceiling. The answer could not be heard, but Alonso clearly saw a sheen above Professor Fermi’s head that turned into a blast of light the moment Fermi said ’yes’.

Unfortunately for the old professor, instead of getting his had in the power to understand particles and the elements, his body turned into a fine red mist. Said mist caused head of the rangers, Charlie, to fall into a blood frenzy as she inhaled it as if it was a drug.

That was bad, but the bad news were far from coming to an end as the barrier that protected the city went down after the 24 hour period passed. It was at that precise second that all the gods attempting to enter the city were able to do so and hastily rushed to the candidates selected to them by none other than Aphrodite herself. freёnovelkiss.com

"I will give you the power to protect not just this city, but all the cities in the world. You will become the bulwark of your species and win the war against cryptids." Athena said in a ceremonious fashion to a woman of hazel hair and hazel eyes, a woman of a noble beauty and even more noble heart.

"Yes." She said, uncaring of the risks as long as her dream of keeping everyone safe would become true. The amount of power Athena bestowed upon Hazel was more than just any heavenly rank hunter could possibly handle, but her affinity with the goddess of strategic war and wisdom was so good it barely modified her body making her taller and just a bit more robust.

Hazel then followed the voice commands telling her to go to a certain church, bypassing without issues the army’s encircling due to her being well known by everyone in the city as the leader of the Defenders. And something much similar happened to Professor Lamar, who casually walked straight to the door.

The thunderous roar of Uriel’s fist on Aphrodite’s face marked the start of the fight, but there was one god still missing from their team and they waited for him to appear.

"Ares?" Called Athena through Hazel’s voice.

But the god of brutal war had yet to find his vessel as he had yet to make his mind on who to possess. It wasn’t that there were few candidates, which was in part true due to how many soldiers had fallen. The problem was that he had two too candidates too good to decide.

On the one hand was Tate, a powerful hunter with the power to harness the wind and the skill to control it almost to perfection. His body a tempered weapon good enough to crush cryptids bare handed not to mention his devotion to the army. On the other hand, an older man with a square face and prominent chest. a military haircut and eyes that had seen too much. He was a captain that somehow still behaved like a drill sergeant with an impeccable sense of duty.

The decision was difficult, but in the end, Ares decided on offering the same deal to both of them and see who answered first.

"I will give you the power to save your comrades." Ares bellowed inside their minds.

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