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Project DREAD

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Chapter 1 - Prologue Part I: Deus.Error.Rex.

True greatness arises not from overwhelming power, but from the quiet resilience of the heart: only those who dare to confront their own darkness can ignite the light that transforms the world. It is not in victory, but in vulnerability, that the soul reveals its strength. And in the silent choices made far from glory, destiny quietly shifts its course.

One of these fateful moments was a few years, even decades ago, in a top-secret research institute deep underground. The walls were gray, cool, steely, the floors rough, the lights bright and pale. Footsteps, back and forth, and again, back and forth. Stress, pure stress, running through these quarters, an indescribable tension that is easy to justify when you understand what kind of situation you are looking at.

A project of almost divine proportions was in total implementation here - and no, this term, "divine", is not a deliberately chosen hyperbole, but only deliberately chosen.

In the deepest rooms of this complex, there was a space that housed three doors, all neatly and simply spaced the same distance apart. The first was labeled 'Deus' the second 'Error', the third 'Rex'. There was a child in each of these three rooms. It may sound absurd, but these three children were the main part of the project.

The "Project DREAD".

A professor entered the room, looking around. His gaze was sharp, cold and professional. He entered the first door labeled 'Deus'.

The first child sat at a table, arms placed in a bored position, head at rest. It looked up as the professor entered, closed the door and sat down on the chair opposite. The table was cold, it had no emotion, just like this child. It looked annoyed, at the same time neutral, and yet it seemed so inscrutable.

The professor clears his throat.

"Deus, do you believe in god?" He asked.

The child glimpsed out of the hollow of his arm, looking up at the professor in disgust.

"No. A God who loves is a fairy tale. A real God rules, dominates. Without remorse. Without pleading. Only through strength can order arise. Everything else is chaos." The child explained.

The professor nodded, thanked him and left the room.

He went to the middle door, marked with "Error".

The child in the room sat upright, swaying around a little and looking bored.

The professor sat down, clearing his throat and asked the same question again.

"Error, do you believe in god?"

The child wiggled its feet a little and stared at the professor.

"I think there's a reason why everything happens. Even if people make mistakes, I believe that someone is there to help us understanding them. I believe that a good God guides, not forces." The child explained.

The professor nodded, thanked him and left the room.

He went to the last door, marked with 'Rex', and entered.

The child in the room sat still, no twitching, no trembling, no movement. The face showed no emotion, only coldness, a blizzard stretched across the face. Only the little nose breathed in and out in the same rhythm.

The professor sat down, clearing his throat and asked the same question again.

"Rex, do you believe in God?"

The child did not answer yet. It continued to sit quietly in front of him. Only after 5 minutes it did mumble the answer to itself.

"I believe… that a so-called God once existed… but only, I don't think he's still listening…" The child mumbled.

The professor waited for the answer to continue, but nothing came. He followed up.

"Why?"

The child waited another 5 minutes in silence, before starting to mumble his answer again.

"If there is a God… he was there… before we started to destroy everything… now… now he's gone…"

The professor nodded, thanked him and left the room. He went to exit, and left.

That was the moment. That moment when greed outweighs the overwhelming power.

If the darkness and horror of this situation had been recognized early on, fate would have been different.

The new world order was to be destiny since that point onward.