133 Episode 20: The birth of the mystic shop Finale

Deicide wasn't done yet, runes-building needles formed above the holographic screen of Chuba as he used blood magic.

Without much concentration and effort, Deicide with a snap of his finger commanded the runes-building needle to incorporate the magical symbols with the program.

The runes-building needles danced in and out of the magical symbol, cojoining them with the empty space of the holographic screen, changing their properties at will, from corporal to incorporeal. The needles sewed the magical symbols into the holographic screen, performing mystical deed.

When the magical symbols were fully incorporated into the holographic screen that ran various programs, Chuba announced, "Magic spell in-laid, programs combined into one. Initiating the formation of the Mystic platform, 1%..." The screen filled with programs changed to a loading bar.

Just like what Dracula said, Chuba automatically commenced the creation of Feng's soon-to-open shop.  

After the task at hand ended, Feng asked a question from Deicide, a question he was meaning to ask for quite a while.

"Why did you create three spells? We only needed two! What's the last one about?" Feng didn't ask before, as he was discerning how Deicide will co-join a magical spell with programs. Yes, he didn't know how to do such a thing, but he knew now because of seeing Deicide using the runes-building needles to stitch the magical symbols into the holographic screen. Next time, he wouldn't need to scurry here, as he could use Divine energy to do the same. He just needed to chant the [Divinity Scripture] to obtain Divine energy. Then he could do the same.

"Young chap, do you really want to know?" Deicide said in a mysterious tone. His red demonic eyes shined with a greedy glint.

Seeing that, Feng immediately nodded. His ear perked due to curiosity.

"It's... a surprise, you will find out what it is, later," Deicide replied with a massive smirk, one so ugly that even shit would look better in comparison.

Feng expression deflated, as he realized that the pig butchering ancestor trolled him.

The Almighty-Troller got trolled!

Furious, Feng snatched Chuba from Deicide's hand and stored it into his deep pockets. Then he moved out of the desolate soul space, taking off to the physical world.

Going away, Feng insidiously made a plan. Snickering, he said after leaving the soul space of Deicide and appearing into the void, "-10% profit for you, Ancestor pig butcher, "

Feng could bring anything out from the soul space into the physical world through the blue lines as long as it was in contact with him. Depending on the size of the thing, he would need to expend none to a certain amount of energy.

Chuba and Dun-Dun were small and they cost him no energy to bring into the physical world.

They two galactical treasures were stored inside his deep pockets.

"Master, you are back," Dracula, who was guarding Feng corporal body, said as he saw Feng's eyes opening. 

"U--Hum," Feng replied. Taking out Chuba from the pocket of his underwear, he placed it in front of Dracula. Feng asked in anticipation, "It's been like this after the spells were laid with-in the programs, any idea how long it will take for this process to finish?" 

"An hour or two, but only if I don't join in and hasten the process," Dracula said. He took chuba and did what he is best at, not asking for the permission of his Master. "Twenty minutes and it will be done, Master"

'Emotion of Free will? Soon, his budding soul will evolve into an artificial soul,' Feng thought internally as he saw that his robot didn't ask for permission. He muttered, "Good"

Dracula took it as a praise, unaware of his master thoughts. He fastened the speed of his typing, helping Chuba in the task of the platform creation.

Dracula and Chuba completed the process. Within twenty minutes, the mystic platform was created. The platform could be accessible by anyone through a software that was created after the programs were combined into one. From the software, an app was created. The app was called Mystic shop, as that's the name Feng had decided upon. The app had the cover of the demonic Feng, whose looks are enchanted by the wings of the mythical creature Roc. Seeing the app, Feng laughed in pride. This laugh wasn't because of the creation of the mystic app, rather, due to narcissism. "Did God forgot to think when he was creating me? Damn, I am so handsome. People's will due to envy." Feng eccentrically thought, excluding the aura of a narcissist. His aura dazzled the mechanical eyes of Dracula.

"It's all up to you. Make everyone aware of the existence of this app." Feng patted Dracula's shoulder. 

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Dracula was sitting on top of the cargo of the black-truck.

The wind blew hard, hitting his face and ruffling his black hair. The darkness of the night surrounded him. Accompanying him was his master, Feng Mei, who wouldn't remain inside. It's because Feng was too excited to sit still.

Why were they out here? It's cuz' Chuba needed a better connection to connect to all the satellites revolving around the Earth

"And, Done," Dracula pressed on the launch button.

"Launching in 3," Chuba said. The chessboard began to glow in blue. Energy particles emitted out from chuba, condensing into one body of a circular shape right at its middle.

2!

Placing Chuba down, Dracula and Feng moved backward to avoid the sudden burst of radiation.

1!

The circular-shaped energy body shot into the skies. Launched at a fast speed, the beam produced a massive sound.

Boom!!!!!!

Everyone in the black-trucks woke up. Their faces wore a startled expression. The kid's heart was trembling, as the sound produced was dreadful to hear. It was the same as a bomb explosion. Arnold, who was sitting in the passenger seat, tried to find what caused it. There was no fire in the surrounding. 

Half leaning out of the window of the black-truck, he saw what caused the booming sound. It was no explosion!

He saw a blue light that had probably emerged during the night, as last time he looked at the skies there was only Doom Cloud. The beam of blue light pierced through the NIGHT Skies and the Doom cloud, heading off to space. In his eyes, the beam of light seemed to be the pillar of heavens.

It wasn't just Arnold who saw that. People around the world also experienced this blue light.

"When did Earth started shooting stars?" A young monk, his head completely bald, was sitting inside of a buddha temple which is located on top of a massive mountain. The mountain included a city created within its center by the brilliant work of civilization. He muttered while thinking of the devilishly handsome man he saw on stream, "Is it related to him?"

"The blue light of hope," The punkish women with the superpowers of flame said.

"That light, it seemed to be moving closer to us," An extremely short man wearing broken glasses said to an extremely tall man, who is half-naked. His muscular chest was exposed for the world to see. They were both running, the short man was out of breath. He was breathing rapidly. "Let's head there," the short man said between breaths.

"You need to rest, I will hold you," the giant-man kindle offered.

"Are you blind, zombies are chasing after us. Picking me up will slow down your speed. If I can't catch up to you then just abandon me." The short man refused the help of the giant.

Behind them was a massive wave of headless zombies. These were truly undead undead. These fuckers didn't die even after having their head smashed. They couldn't be killed by any means. There was just no way to kill them. These headless zombies were immortal and totally inconceivable.

The short and the tall man ran together. Rushing towards the source of the blue light. Bringing along with them, an army of immortal zombies!

People around the world had different thoughts revolving around their head when they saw the blue beam that seemed to pierce through the heaven. Some believe that it is the pillars of heaven, which will uphold the skies of this world that was slowly and steadily descending into chaos. Peace will shine once more in this world, along with the golden ray of the Sun.

While some thought that the demon had descended. This was the gate of hell! 

Feng, Dracula, and Chuba didn't know that their simple act of creating an app that will be accessible by anyone will result in such a butterfly effect. They wouldn't have cared even if they knew.