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Chapter 2: The Faceless Ones

In a realm far removed from human comprehension, two beings sat in an empty expanse, their forms vaguely human yet undeniably otherworldly. The space around them shimmered with an oppressive aura that could crush mortal minds. Their presence distorted reality itself, turning the void into a canvas of swirling lights and shadows.

One of them leaned forward. Though his form was faceless, his body exuded a strange magnetism, as if his sheer willpower was bending the fabric of existence around him. He spoke, his voice resonating with an echo that seemed to come from every direction at once.

"I've found him," the faceless one declared, his tone brimming with excitement. "The apostle I've been searching for. This one is… different."

His companion, a figure with a more restrained aura yet equally intimidating presence, turned to him with a skeptical tilt of his head. "Another one of your so-called 'perfect' apostles?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with mockery. "Your apostles always end up wreaking havoc wherever they go. Are you sure this one won't bring the same chaos and concern?"

The faceless one's outline flickered as though laughing silently. "Havoc?" he repeated, the amusement clear in his tone. "No, no. You misunderstand, as always. My apostles aren't chaotic maniacs. They simply can't handle the greed inherent in my blessing."

"Greed?" the second being questioned. "It sounds more like a curse than a blessing. And where exactly are you sending this one? To one of the usual places, or do you have something more… experimental in mind this time?"

The faceless one leaned back, his non-existent eyes glinting with unspoken plans. "I'm sending him to #6#₹*3bgw."

The second figure froze, his aura momentarily flaring in disbelief. "That place? Are you out of your mind? Of all the millions of universes in the multiverse, why there? You're aware that the apostle of the God of Art already resides there, aren't you? Sending your apostle to the same plane would violate the rules of reincarnation."

The faceless one's aura grew sharper, his presence filling the void with an almost palpable defiance. "The God of Art," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "That arrogant fool flaunts his successes in front of the Heavenly Palace during every gathering. 'My apostles are the epitome of beauty and inspiration,' he says. It's insufferable. This time, I'll show him what true greatness looks like."

The second being sighed, shaking his head. "And what about the rules? You know the punishment for interfering in another god's domain."

A grin seemed to form in the void where the faceless one's mouth might have been. "Who said I'd send my apostle to the same timeline?"

The second being's aura wavered, a flicker of shock breaking through his usually calm demeanor. "You're planning to send him to a future timeline?"

"Precisely," the faceless one confirmed, his tone triumphant. "If my apostle exists in a time beyond the reach of the God of Art's apostle, it won't be a violation of the rules. My blessing will manifest in a world where his influence hasn't yet taken root."

The second being leaned back, deep in thought. "So you'll bypass the rules of reincarnation… Clever. But it's still risky. The greed in your blessing has destroyed every apostle you've chosen before. What makes you think this one will be different?"

The faceless one's aura pulsed with confidence. "This man's hunger is not of this world. His ambition, his drive—they are unlike anything I've seen. He was forged in failure, tempered by regret, and yet, he never let go of his desires. He's perfect."

The second being shook his head again, though a hint of admiration slipped into his voice. "You truly are reckless. No wonder your apostles always leave a trail of madness in their wake."

The faceless one let out a soft laugh. "Madness? Or brilliance? Perhaps they're one and the same. Either way, I can't wait to see how he reshapes the world. The God of Art thinks his apostles are masterpieces, but my apostle… He will be the canvas itself, painted with the raw, untamed colors of greed and ambition."

The second being stood, his towering form casting a shadow that stretched infinitely in every direction. "You've always played with fire, God of No Name. One day, it will burn you."

The God of No Name remained seated, his faceless head tilted upward as though gazing into the endless possibilities of the multiverse. "Fire is meant to burn," he said softly. "And in its flames, new worlds are forged."

The second being hesitated for a moment before disappearing into the void, leaving the God of No Name alone. With a wave of his hand, the shimmering lights around him coalesced into a single point, forming an image of Atharva's lifeless body on the construction site.

"Rise, my apostle," the God of No Name whispered. "Your story isn't over yet."

The void trembled as a crack split the fabric of reality, and Atharva's soul was pulled from the darkness. For a brief moment, the God of No Name's aura flared, engulfing the space in blinding light. When it dimmed, the image of Atharva was gone, and the God of No Name leaned back, satisfied.

"The stage is set," he murmured to himself. "Let's see how the world handles you this time."

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In a distant universe, a new timeline began to shift, the threads of fate twisting to accommodate the arrival of an apostle unlike any other.

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Author note:-

:-do you have any idea about which place

Atharv would reincarnated in ?????

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