Chapter 422 Psychic Possession

The aftermath of the execution was felt all across Planet Darvis.

The era of the Clown Society was one that left a deep scar in Planet Darvis. A lot of orphans were birthed due to the Clown Society, a lot of humans were left with traumas after the rampage in the guise of the order of chaos.

Norman's eventual death put an end to all the chaos but it did nothing in healing the wounds that was left in the wake of his crazy ideology of order in chaos.

Despite his death, those who were broken remained broken.

The orphans remained orphans.

The crippled remained crippled.

To some of these people, the only reason that kept them going was that drive to get revenge. For their losses, for their lost loved ones, they were ready to do anything to wipe out the remnants of the Clown Society.

When President Shanks' rule began and he pardoned the Skull Necromancer, a lot of them were angered and they turned against his rule.

Over the years though, some of them cooled down as President Shanks fulfilled his campaign promises and slowly turned Planet Darvis to a paradise.

Their vengeance and pain were pushed to the back of their minds.

Being pushed to the back of their minds didn't mean that they forgot. It was on that execution day that they were finally reminded of the past.

When Black Master Einstein lost his head, they felt surreal.

'He did it'.

'The President fulfilled his promise'. They could not believe it.

'The remnants of the Clown Society are all dead'.

'Mother is finally avenged'.

'Brother's death was not in vain; Planet Darvis is better now'.

Emotions rose high, a lot of civilians collapsed in tears, tears of joy as they celebrated the death of their worst enemies and nightmares.

To them, finally, the order of chaos was brought to an end.

President Shanks giving the go ahead to execute Black Master Einstein despite his strength convinced all the citizens of Planet Darvis. President Shanks was the real deal; he was really here to serve them.

The only survivor was the true mastermind, Alexander. Of course, General Aztog opposed it and therefore, this traitor could not be executed.

A lot of the citizens didn't care though, they were satisfied with what they got.

The execution of the remnants of the Clown Society brought a strange sense of solidarity to the planet.

The trust of the citizens on the President increased to an unprecedented level, their unity increased even more in preparations for the coming cataclysm, they truly needed it.

While the aftermath of the execution rocked Planet Darvis, Champion Onana was already off to work alongside his 2 professional assistants.

"Take this". Champion Onana offered a heart-shaped orb to John.

"It is a heart implant". His face turned a little emotional as he handed it to the Virtual Mechanic. "It's one of my very first gifts from my master, it's completely mechanical and improves the growth rate of your magnetic energy".

"When implanted in your heart, your heart becomes capable of pumping magnetism along with blood".

"What this means is that you'll grow stronger passively".

He patted the virtual mechanic on the shoulder. "Work hard, John. Work hard, I believe you can level up a grade before the Cataclysm begins".

"I need you at your best to design and craft my Berserker Version 2".

"…" John was stunned as he took the heart-shaped orb.

He could feel the magnetic energy radiating from it, and without even needing to know the details, he could tell that it was an extremely expensive device.

"How much is it?" John asked.

"Nah, forget it". The cyborg champion waved his hand. "If we survive the Cataclysm and win, we'll gain much more than this".

"Besides, take it as a gift from me to you".

"Thank you". John replied with a serious look on his face, he was truly grateful for the gift, he wasn't exactly sure how he should express what he felt.

"Ok, guys, come closer". Onana clapped to draw Ella's attention.

The only female among this mechanic group finally walked closer. As soon as she did, Onana snapped his fingers and a virtual projection appeared.

"This is my sketched goal for 3 of us in the next 6 months".

Onana's face glowed with ambition. "During these 6 months, we need to do our best as the only mechanics to increase our chances of survival".

The virtual projection was divided into 4 parts.

The first part depicted an imposing war mech suit, the 2nd part depicted thousands of war turrets around a base aiming at the skies. The 3rd part depicted a huge asteroid, and the last part depicted a Battleship.

Champion Onana grinned. "Of course, the first part of my plan is Operation Designing and Crafting Berserker Version 2".

"I am the single most powerful warrior in the allied army, to increase our strength, one of the most straightforward ways is improving my war weapon".

"I intend to create a 2nd version for my strongest mechanic suit".

"I intend to make it stronger than the old version and is why I need both of your helps". He looked at John. "With your virtual skills, I hope you're able to help me realize my vision of the ultimate Combat A.I and mech suit interface".

Then he looked at Ella. "As a Technician Mechanic, you know the basics of mech design and craftsmanship far more than I do".

"I need your help to make Berserker 2 as strong as possible".

He looked into her eyes. "It's a passion project to me".

"I will give my best". Ella said seriously.

Onana finally smiled, he swiped at the virtual screen. "The 2nd part of the plan is building a proper planetary defense system for Planet Darvis".

He looked at both of them. "I still don't understand how Legolas was able to bring the both of you here, but I'm pretty sure you both are galactic citizens, you both have seen what a proper planetary defense system is capable of".

"Since Planet Darvis has an abundance of Arcanite metal, I intend to use its special properties as the basis to create a proper planetary defense system".

"I call the 3rd part of the plan Operation Giant Nak Fortress".

Onana's face turned serious. "You have not seen the enemy, I have. I know how horrifying they are and is why we need to go far and beyond our normal limits if we are to stand a chance at winning".

"There is a giant asteroid close to Planet Darvis, General Aztog fortified it into his base during his quest to overthrow Planet Darvis".

"My ambitious plan is to drag the Giant Nak Fortress here and fortify it even more, turning it into a complete turtle shell defensive bulwark".

His eyes gleamed. "It will be our first line of defense".

"As for the 4th part of the plan, like depicted, it involves battleships. Originally, after seeing your work and efficiency, I would have gone with us creating another Destroyer in the next 6 months but it's too weak against our enemies".

"Against the Space Bugs, we need Battleships that have the capabilities to be one-man armies against them and only Heavy Cruisers are capable of this".

His eyes gleamed. "It's a stretch but I believe we can do it".

"We must create an additional Heavy Cruiser to aid our defense".

The work plan that Champion Onana just laid out was nothing short of tedious but none of them were deterred, they instead felt excited at the prospects.

Apart from battles, building mechanic war machines and tools were the best way for Mechanics to grow stronger, they were all hyped for the work.

They did not hesitate, that same day, they started working.

…

The Berserker became a celebrity all of a sudden, and it was all due to one thing that he did, being the Executioner who killed the remnants of the Clown Society on behalf of all citizens in Planet Darvis.

He returned to the Nightmare Army like a hero.

"I love you Berserker!"

"You're the best! I love you baby!"

"You're the strongest!"

They even composed a song for him.

Basking on all this attention, the Berserker felt on top of the world but due to a strange reason, he was feeling uneasy.

'What's wrong with me?'

'Is it the tiredness from the thrill of executing 2 Grade C Superhumans?'

'Perhaps, I should go sleep'.

That night, as he laid on his bed, a spooky apparition like a ghost silently rose up from his body. As this happened, his danger instincts spiked as he woke up but he could do nothing, he was placed in a state of sleep paralysis.

This Grade D Pugilist was powerless as a Psychic Possession started.

In no time, his consciousness was wiped out, erased, and replaced.

A different consciousness took over the real Berserker's.

His eyes gleamed. "I succeeded".