The Artificial God

The Victory of Many

"Give Mouberg! this deadly cold air had absolutely no effect on my body!" said the spider creature that has gone through many events, including Mouberg who gave his name.

"No will! I will protect this city! I must fulfill the last wish of my late best friend Alzheimer's! you're gonna die in my hands, Quilet!" mouberg said with a shout while expelling all his abilities. Currently Mouberg uses the power of his revolution right at ninety-nine percent.

Cracks! there was the sound of a glass breaking apart on the ground. A piece of glass that glittered like crystal fell down, and was immediately covered by such a heavy blizzard. The piece of glass in question was Mouberg's right hand that had not been turned to ice entirely. Because Mouberg still has not used the power of his revolution completely at one hundred percent.

His hands were smashed like a lump of ice. His entire body that was weathered like ice was very easy to break. Truly a very detrimental, and profitable, power. Now Mouberg only has one hand, and that makes him lose a few percent of his strength. But for Mouberg, losing a limb was not losing its strength.

However, the loss of a limb will make the other limb stronger than before. That is what Mouberg believed, the more he lost limbs, the stronger he would become as the terrible shadow of death continued to haunt him, therefore his soul was compelled to do things beyond the limits.

"Don't use all your strength, Mr. Mouberg! you're the only one who deserves to live!" shouted the people who came out of the Shelter. They came out through the entrance, and now tens of thousands of people were outside to help the fighting Mouberg.

But this deadly cold air was extremely dangerous for people like them. They are just weak people in this city, even so weak people cannot be said to be useless. Those who are called weak will be very dangerous if united with other weak people. Because with the gathering of the weak will awaken true strength in themselves.

"What are you doing! you can die if you're outside!" mouberg shouted with a face that worried them.

"Haha! are they stupid? they will only add to the burden for you who just lost your right hand. This fight will definitely be won by me, Mouberg!" shouted Quilet who shouted excitedly while pulling out a sharp, poisonous spider web to attack the entire population of the city.

However there was one more thing that made one able to use his strength beyond the limits of the power itself. The power that comes from feeling, the power that wants to protect others, the people that are valuable to him. It would make hidden forces rise up within those who wanted to protect others. That power now appears in a man named Mouberg.

Ting! something shocking had happened just like that, and made Quilet very surprised to see it. Because the spider web that was about to attack the townspeople suddenly froze, and stopped speeding. This deadly cold air suddenly began to subside, and the snowstorm began to stop descending.

Until finally there was no more snow falling, and there was no more snow in their fight. A scorching day re-emerged in their world, and flowers began to spring from the ground, beautiful, fragrant flowers continued to spring up in the land where they fought.

"Hey. I think it's been enough to mess around all this time. This fight is so boring, do I have to end this right now?" mouberg said with a very cold gaze, and made Quilet feel frightened because he saw his death was getting closer.

"Don't be stupid Mouberg! I'm the one who's gonna win today! Cobwebs Creeping!" said Quilet who hit the ground, then many spider webs that spread towards Mouberg to tear the ground.

"Freeze away." said Mouberg with a cold breath, stretching out his hand. Then all the networks that were walking quickly towards him froze, and this made Quilet look resigned. He then bent his knees before Mouberg with a blank look. Then Mouberg walked towards him slowly, the path through which Mouberg came beautiful flowers.

But once Mouberg was in Quilet's presence, Quilet suddenly grinned, and attacked Mouberg quickly, "Because of you!..." said Quilet who swung his hand that had been wrapped in a sharp net so as to form a sharp weapon. This way he thought his attack this time would not be able to be frozen, as his attack was centered directly on his hand.

But again he was surprised if the attack succeeded in freezing. Afterwards Mouberg immediately destroyed the sharp weapon with his punch. Then the weapon fell apart like a chunk of ice. As Mouberg wanted to touch Quilet, Quilet immediately jumped back away from Mouberg. It turned out that his blank gaze was as if he had given up, and was about to give it his life away just like that, it was just a trick.

He still had a fighting spirit, even though he already had doubts on him, he still wanted to fight against him. Then Quilet continued to attack Mouberg with brutal attacks without direction. Quilet attacked messily, he could not control his strength, and emotions. But all his attacks would only be futile before him, because all those nets would freeze up without any time lag.

"Damn you! I'll kill you asshole! I'll win this fight, Mouberg!" shouted Quilet who continued to attack relentlessly even though all his attacks were frozen.

Wush! the cool breeze just shot towards Quilet, and shocked him as soon as Mouberg emerged from the cool breeze, "Have stopped attacking, and calm your mind for the last time" mouberg said gently to Quilet so he stopped attacking.

This time, he was completely resigned, "I've done it. Please don't let me feel the pain" Quilet said silently. Then Mouberg touched his shoulder with a cold chill that enveloped his left hand. As soon as the hand touched Quilet, he froze in an instant, and became like a statue made of ice. After that the sunlight made the ice sculpture melt slowly.

Then the cheers of the townspeople began to be heard, their faces looking very happy because they had won victory over the danger that threatened their lives. Their smiles, this peaceful scene finally returned. They celebrated the victory of Mouberg, because it had saved many people.