Gods' Impact Online

Presidents and ministers of 11 countries had gathered in one room to conduct a secret meeting. They called it 'Round table meeting.'

"Did you see what that son of a bitch did?" one of the presidents spoke.

"I know many sons of bitches, so you will have to be precise if you want me to respond to your question," a female president said.

"I am talking about Arthur, the king of the Edens dynasty," the first president replied.

"Oh! You are talking about the 500,000 well-trained soldiers he sent to save his daughter, the princess."

"Yes. And do you know what 500,000 soldiers mean?!" he exclaimed. "There were less than 500,000 players from the entire world who were stuck in the game— if what the researchers are saying is true."

"And the king alone sent 500,00 from his kingdom to save his daughter. That's more than the people who were stuck before."

"What are you getting at? I don't understand."

"We all know that there is no way that a king would colonize his kingdom on another planet, otherwise he would lose the monarchy. And now, 500,000 of his soldiers are in some game."

"Are you implying that he might rule the world in the near future?" someone asked.

"Not him, but the princess. They can get her on the throne and brand her as a queen."

"Why does it matter what they do? That world is not real. It's a virtual world which doesn't exist," someone remarked.

"That's not the point. We have been performing deep analysis on the bodies of the people who died, and the reports say that their bodies have evolved."

"Yeah, I heard about it. But they didn't give solid proof. It could just be a genetic condition, you know?"

"That theory was already debunked by alien technology. They claimed it was an 'evolution' and said that it's something that was supposed to happen."

"Uhh… explain it in simple words."

"Think of it as closed doors. Doors are meant to be opened, right? Just like that, the codes in our DNA were always capable of evolving, but the current technology— even with the help of aliens, couldn't find a way to do it."

"Wait a damn minute, so are you saying that the humans stuck in another world will eventually evolve and become something more than human?"

"Indeed."

"But what exactly? Will they be like… superhuman or something?" someone wondered. "If yes, then we have already been performing supergene experiments on humans using alien technologies. And we have already made remarkable progress in that field."

"So that's not something extraordinary, huh?"

"Enough!" someone banged their hands on the table and said, "We are diverting from the topic!"

"..."

"We conducted this meeting to decide what we are going to do with the humans stuck in another world."

"What can we do? We don't even know anything."

"If a king could send his 500,000 men just to save his daughter, why not the world leaders send soldiers for thousands of citizens who are in the same situation?" he said and added, "Our citizens would say that or something along those lines."

"We can't send our troops. We need them here, in this world."

"Hey, how about we do what the king might be trying to do?"

"You mean…" 

The room fell silent as one of the presidents suggested the idea.

"What if we send our most elite soldiers and ask them to do a task for us?"

"To gain control over that virtual world?"

"Indeed. And they would evolve too."

"Hmm. That's not a bad idea, actually. We could tell the rest of the world and the high-ups in space that we are commencing a rescue operation. While in truth, that would be a secret invasion."

"We are the world leaders of this planet. However, once we all evacuate, we will be a nobody."

"Yeah. We have to find a new world to rule."

"But that's a virtual world! If someone destroys the server, the world is—"

"That world has no server. It's been created by something we cannot comprehend. But I do share the same concern as you, regardless of what's the truth behind it."

"There is a friend of mine who is working on his new projects that would allow anyone to store their consciousness into a chip. It's just like how VR works, basically. But using that chip, we can upload ourselves to wherever we want. We can create as many copies as we want. And once the technologies are able to create a body shell, we can install our consciousness in it and live as an alive person."

"That's like… that's like immortality!"

"Seriously. We, humans, are a rare species. No wonder the alien species have taken fancy to us and provided us with their technologies. They got the power, and we got the brains."

"So, who is up for this secret military invasion?"

Out of eleven, 10 raised their hands. But one didn't.

"What's wrong, you don't want to rule a new world, evolve, and become immortal?"

"I want all of that. But I am against fooling our citizens. They are not our pawns."

SIGH!

"You are absolutely right about that. They are not our pawns, they are our way to success."

"That's not what I mean—!"

SHOT! SHOT!

The 11th president was shot by the guard standing behind him. And the guard was none other than the president's bodyguard.

"Nice." The minister of the same country clapped his hands and said, "I will inform the media and the world that he committed suicide out of stress and depression."

The meeting ran for another three hours, and they came to the conclusion that they would send a total of 1,000,000 well-trained military soldiers; 100,000 every few hours.

They had already explained all the things to the soldiers and told them to stay on the plan, no matter what happens.

However, they didn't trust everyone. So they had to send one of the presidents with them.

The government had banned VR games in the entire world, and space wasn't allowed to play VR games because of the lack of resources.

However, it was easy for the government to get its hands on VR. And thus, began the government's invasion plan to rule Gods' Impact.

Unbeknownst to what was awaiting them in Gods' Impact.

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Author's Note- Everyone wants to rise and become something they yearn for. However, what matters is the way they choose to do it and how they do it.