With Christopher's services the situation of the world begun to change once more, on the surface there were only Christopher's Camps that at most held 10.000 people, that was the maximum capacity of people they were able to manage, but there were tons of facilities and even ways of producing food now available, although they were not without flaws(radiation) unlike the imported from other worlds supplies.

Inside the huge shelters the governments of the world and the "Gods" were already having conferences on how to divide the world, there were only 18 "gods" and in the end non of them was adept in politics, they wanted to be just that, the Gods of the new world, but with human intelligence and knowledge their idea was impossible to begin with, after all everyone knew what Axis was, well almost since newborn children would probably not understand it.

Surprisingly 5/18 gods were from Europe, 8/18 from north and south America, 2/18 from Africa and 3/18 from Asia.

It was shocking but the reason for that was simple, Corruption.

To become God one didn't need to be Strong or Charismatic, he either had to be Lucky or Oportunistic.

People of the east lack the evil attitude of the Western corruption, they still believe in morals, have a sense of national pride and are still somewhat religious.

The Western world however has long entered a stage of Globalization, where morals are warped and twisted, national pride is for sale and religions have long become feeding grounds for pigs.

Of course I won't say that there is no corruption in the east as well, but the degree of it is far far more shallow than in the west where it's as deep as the sea.

In the end however those 18 were just the most fortunate of the "gods" since their powers were rather easy to awaken and evolve.

One of them was Cerril with the power of assimilation and adoption, a middle aged war veteran whom could put rambo to shame, of course he was far from being a one man army, but in stealth and infiltration operations he was simply the best, problem was that he was injured as he took a bullet in the knee leaving him with only one good leg.

I have to remind you that earth originaly produced 5400 Gods, the majority of whom either died in the fallout or haven't evolved yet like Ecclesis.

In truth most of the people on Christopher's list were non evolved Gods, meaning that any one of them was worth as a whole country put together at least in the future, since now their powers were similar to most other people and if they wanted to hide them it was quite easy to blend in with the crowd.

Of course the 8 American heroes were the most powerful force in the negotiations, but there was a problem with them being from different states of America, meaning that they were not united at all.

Canada, Mexico, Brazil, the US, they all begun to fight, the most funny being that even the once united states were fighting amongst themselves since none of the "Gods" came from the famous states like New York, California, Texas, New York, Washington but in more rural states.

Of course it wasn't only Americans whom had begun to fight amongst themselves, the other countries too had a lot of conflicts, especialy those in Europe and Asia.

As for poor Africa, other than the rich and prominent non there survived, hundreds and thousands of people died there, it was a miracle how there were even survivors there or the existance of a half empty gigantic shelter of unknown origin with lots of biochemical labs at the bottom floors, probably build for other purposes than being a bomb shelter, but in the current situation it was the largest shelter in Africa, there were of course smaller shelters as well, but they were more like private property rather than made for the wide public.

Of course the 2 Gods from Africa were rather angry, but could do nothing about their situation, after all one of the two almost died and was saved by one such shelter and the other one was an fugitive of war, there were thousands of them spreading all around the world and some countries even brought them into their shelters.

The 18 "Gods" were the main chips in this division of the world since they could rival a nuke by themselves, something that most of them came to regret.

In the end they begun to examine the map, where the newly built camps were on the surface and begun planning from there on their expansion and division of territories.

Christopher had no say in all this, after all he only cared for pretty girls and some named people of whom not many were left, most were already gifted away either through some trade or as bribes and gifts.

In the end they divided the world into five given to three "Gods" to divide amongst themselves.

North America, South America, Europe, Asia and Africa, these were the continents that still stood above the sea, Arctica and Antarctica were rather strange as ice melted due to worldwide radiation.

Of course there were still other people, like the fishmen and meremen whom were safe underwater, thousands of kilometres under the surface of the ocean, where radiation wouldn't bother them.

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At the same time talks of power and authority also begun appearing on the surface. The people of the Camps were beginning to awaken in a fully self sufficient environment, they no longer needed Christopher to provide them with food, thus why should he have a harem and the best stuff in the camp.

(Do have in mind that he brough those from the other dimension himself, the harem doesn't really share food with the camp)

People begun to slowly form groups, the strong wanted it to be them whom were rulers, while the weak wanted a democratic community, no more tyrany.

(Do have in mind that due to him being the law he had sent multiple people to his prisons and jails, where he tortured them until death and insanity)

The ones however whom rose were 18, whom would later be known as the 18 tyrants of the wastelands.

These 18 were non evolved "gods", whom were either swept with the revolution or were the cause of it.

All the others were easily subdued by the guards, whom understood that making an enemy of someone whom teleport people around the globe wasn't a wise decision, although many of the guards were part of the rebelion.

Only 18 didn't stop after hearing reason, they were the 18 Gods whom had powers that could easily rival his own, meaning that they weren't really afraid of him, especialy since he had already given them the secret of how to evolve faster.

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10years Later

The world was in chaos once more, the surface world had begun to divide as new camps begun to rise here and there.

The people had forgotten that there was radiation everywhere and people begun to suddenly fall ill and die.

Their children begun to come with some defects and problem, some didn't even make it alive, even thought there was the miraculous cure and heal spells.

Even they however were useless against mutations and other pernament type deceases like aids, even though they cured of all bacteria, viruses and parasites, but those people needed another spell called regeneration, normalization or health in order to be fully cured.

The people of the surface world were too carefree under Christopher's rule that they even begun building their own Forts aboveground, unlike the underground camps that Christopher had them build.

Christopher to their surprise didn't even bother with their matters, all he did was take what was his own and transfer them to another location still under his rule.

In the end Christopher's only remaining camp was in his homeland, where he had a tighter grip and people there simply talked the same language with him, making it easier to both communicate and harder for them to rebel, after all they didn't have their own "God".

Of the 54000 Gods, although they originaly had 2, because they weren't at the time considered important they let them die, as they did with most beastmen because of their negligence and bad organization.

10years however were a long time, in that time 18 new gods had evolved, they were the only other Gods whom had survived the fallout and were hiding, the named people Christopher had asked for and each of them was now the ruler of one of the camps or as they came to be the Strongholds of the so called 18 Tyrants.

Even Jiang and Koichi whom we previously saw were among them, but Christopher didn't abduct neither the first one's love interest and sister, nor the second's new hope for living.

The reason was because his plan was already at its last phase, ready for the people to witness the truth, the reason to this madness.

Christopher stood in front of his desk in his now enormous camp that could house all 100thousands of people whom lived in the Shelter if he wanted to, but at the moment it was luxuriously used by 20thousands, each having a huge place to stay, jobs to do and even the ability to order stuff from the alternate dimensions.

Something that others had now lost completely with their rebelions, but they didn't care since most of them felt free.

They had even freed the jailed people from the prisons and ransacked the storage with the items that normaly costed DP to buy.

Christopher however didn't care, he only took his women, his favourite prisoners and some personal stuff before leaving.

Some of you might ask, won't this conflict with Ecclesis' plan to turn them into believers, well yes and no.

To begin with Ecclesis didn't want to trick people into becoming his followers, he wanted to do so through sharing his gifts, them being Blessings,healings,angels and resurrection. Of course he was stuck with only resurrection, but in 10years he had now evolved and all his powers were back, he now looked like a being made of light and radiation was practicaly a joke in front of his body made of pure energy.

Jian and Koichi were the same, they too had evolved, although not as radicaly as him, Jian now had a 3rd eye and Koichi grew horns and wings that looked like a black cloak with a hood growing from behind her back.

Christopher didn't seem to change at all, but those that knew him could see that he hadn't aged one day, the same went for his beloved pets, it was as if time was frozen in his Quarters making it rather mysterious.

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In general most people begun to forget all about him, after all he was but a teleporter whom could supply them with modern goods from alternate dimensions, even his prices had now changed into that of gold and gemstones.

One person however was wholly focused on him, all her attention and power of observation was on him, many countries came to call her the Oracle since she could see into the future at the cost of getting tired.

She was Markella his former classmate whose power could warp the very fabrics of time, thus creating a time paradox where future versions of herself flooded the ground.

The problem was that most of them were from different time streams, meaning different dimensions where thing went differently, making all of their knowledge of the future completely useless.

She however was sure that Christopher was up to no good, she had recruited her old friends to keep an eye on him, making sure that he doesn't do something to endanger all life on earth, but since he could teleport from place to place it was rather difficult to do.

She however had gathered comrades, people whom shared similar abilities to hers, of course they were all able to escape since they knew their own future.

The problem was how strong their abilities were, how to communicate since the postman was in the end their target, the teleporter Christopher.

They named themelves as the saviors of the world, they allied with different countries and helped in averting danger and potential problems in the shelters, but since their power was simply useless to the surface wastelands, non of them had left the shelters.

The everchanging developments passed them by as something completely irrelevant to them, their target was saving the world, they were the ones whom knew, the few blessed with knowledge of the future and the past.

The Ones whom were to save the future, the ones whom failed to save the past, ones whose stories would forever stay in the darkness since they could not reveal themselves and their target in fear of being called crazy and locked away.

Many of them were driven mad from their multiple failures, but they were not going to give up.

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23(13)years later

As time passed more and more Gods begun to rise and the world begun to enter into a new era, those trapped in the shelters were dragged out and used as manpower for more strongholds and camps to establish themselves.

Earth was becoming inhabited once more, Elves, dwarves, beastmen, orks build colonies of their own, with radiation levels having now fallen to a almost livable environment the people with a simple "cure" skill or two could easily survive on the surface.

The existence of Christopher was no longer essential since the surface world had long acquired livestock and other products, having already built a functional society of their own.

Christopher could only sigh the few times that he went to have some minor trades with them, most of which ended in him having to run away with the things he needed, like some sneaky thief.

"Master, could you go refill the icecream machine?"

A beautiful woman asked him, Christopher looked at her with a helpless smile on his face.

This was his fortress of solitude, well he had a huge harem, but he still felt very much lonely.

In his minds those women were but decorations, they were not real, they were like an image inside the TV screen, even if you change the channel there would be no real changes in real life.

Truth was that he was tired, but the thought that the end was near gave him strength to continue.

A shady figure begins to walk towards him, the woman figure wasn't one of his pets, she was Markella, or as she looked so many years in the future.

"So you did come as in pocibility 30.08.20.17, you don't even need to go into the trouble of killing me since the pocibilities of me losing are only 3 in billions, but truth is that you can't kill me even if you wanted"

Before however he could teleport away his head went flying, surprisingly however it teleported back onto his head and regenerated back to health.

"I might not be 100% evolved yet, but I'm mostly invincible to most regular power users, even gods will find it difficult killing me..."

Before he could however continue with his blabbering, his body was cut into pieces and locked away, but all he did was laugh, even as cement was poured into the containers with his cut off limbs.

Before however they could breathe and relax, the parts teleported into forming a living person.

-So many prophets and seriously, how could non of you foresee that I wouldn't die?

-But we did foresee it, the reason why however we still did so was in order to change the timeline, this is a fight between possibilities, like you each word we say, each action we make draws the chances towards our favour

-Funny, because the the more you are talking the further the possibility of me dying becomes

-Haven't you thought that maybe killing you isn't our goal?

-Then saving the world is not your goal too?

-On the contrary, killing you will not save the world, what will save it is making you understand!

-How boring, here I thought that you would at least give me some entertaimnent.

-Like how you blew up the nukes killing your own family, just so that you could change the timeline into the one you wanted, or like how you tortured people to insanity just to make sure if this world was real or not.

-Let me ask you something, what makes the world real?

-What makes this world real is this...hk!

She said and then stabbed a dagger into her own heart.

She was not immortal, she was not some god and even if there was a way to revive her, was there a reason to.

Christopher looked at her corpse and then looked away, he was indiferent to her death, he knew that it was all fake, this was just another system like Axis, trying to make him think that the world he was in was real.

What he didn't know however was that her death wasn't some pointless plot in order to gain his sympathy, the moment she died around his chambers her future selves begun to pop up with guns in hands and strange clothes.

They shot strange bubling lasers that moved rather slowly, for light at least, but they could cut through anything that stood in their path.

The army that appeared begun to blast at him with all they had, but Christopher wouldn't even budge, normaly after turning his body into dust it would have been over, but the few words he left behind made them all shocked.

"It's finaly over, I've succeeded"

These strange words came out of his mouth the moment the small paradoxical army appeared.

Christopher didn't reform or something, he simply appeared out of nowhere as if he wasn't the dust that littered the floor.

"Thank you, your appearance was the last component needed for the final teleportation..."

Before however he could end his words he saw a knife thrust through the back of his neck and many others followed.

This wasn't done by the army of future Markellas, it was done by his pet women, whom had heard their dialogue.

After hearing that he had something to do with the fallout and the destruction of the world they begun to plan killing him or at least doing something about it.

Fire,water,lighting and all sorts of powers begun to blast him as they now wanted to help kill him, many of them had relatives whom died from the blasts.

But he wouldn't die, he just laughed as the ground begun to shake and a strange purple wormhole begun to appear, sucking the paradoxical existences out of existence.

"Now!"

He shouted and his power begun to charge, Christopher had his own plans, he would teleport into the unknown and bring the strongest "Christopher" into their own world and he succeeded.

"Who is this?"

One of the pet women said as they all looked at a half naked middle aged man whom wouldn't take his face away from a laptop, writting down what was just happening around him.

"Did it have to be red boxers?"

Christopher asked somewhat embarassed since the ultimate godlike person he was supposed to bring back wasn't exactly whom he expected.

"So what can this person do?"

One of the women said shooting a fireball at the person, but the fireball missed big time, she tried to redirect it back at him, but it missed once more, it was as if the world itself didn't obey the natural laws anymore.

"I brought you here because I want you to help me become real, I don't want to be a fictional character in a novel story!"

Christopher shouted at the person whom he perceived as a god in their world, in their reality.

"You do know that they were all right and that you were wrong all along"

The half-naked guy spoke.

"But this isn't real, all of this is just fiction!"

Christopher shouted.

"God is but an Author, everything you do outside of the pages is whom you really are, the rest is destiny"

The half-naked guy said and then disappeared from that world and back to his causy bedroom to continue typing how the story would end.

"Come back, You need to make me a real person!"

Christopher shouted, but his cries made everyone shocked and confused.

For them the world was real, this was their world, this was their reality, it was him who had at some point become crazy, at some point he perceived what people call the 4th wall, the paradox of his own existence.

He became an existence that wasn't satisfied with reality, he begun to see things, he begun to dream of stuff, waking up in a hospital for mentaly ill people, his mind hazy, remembering that when they returned from Axis his mental state was unstable, not remembering what he had done, but the fallout never happened, there were no powers and not even a year had passed since he was accepted into the ward for mental patients.

They said that he tried to rape a girl from his own class, rob a store and create a gang of his own, of course he was caught real fast and after he begun talking about powers, some Axis world and the world being fake he was sent to the ward to recuperate.

His parents came to see him once a week since they were too bussy working to feed the rest of the family, he on the other side was as paranoid as always and only now his mind became clear.

"Thank you, thank you for bringing me back to the real world!"

He said with tears in his eyes as he begun to make his way out of the ward for a long walk from which he would never return.