Damon's Ascension-Chapter 134: The Great Reshuffle Of Humanity 4

Meanwhile, the reactions of the internet were far less peaceful.

/xg/ – Extra-Galactic General

Thread Title: DAMON ARNAN MENTAL BROADCAST – PRIME REP OF EARTH A NAZI?!?

<GalaxyGuts>: "Okay bros. That was NOT a drill. I was literally halfway through watching my vtuber wife when my brain got hijacked by that tuxedoed African zoomer telling me I now live on ’Earth’ and not ’America’. He literally said he solo’d the galactic legal system to stop us from becoming NFT slaves and now he’s off to fix our biology in a mythical Chaos Realm. Am I the only one who felt like I was in a shonen anime directed by Christopher Nolan?"

<GundamSexPilot69>: "’Attend in person, or through a virtual avatar.’ Bro is literally doing a galactic Zoom call with world leaders while his main body is probably farming XP in a pocket dimension. Peak efficiency."

<Actuallyniceperson>: "Y’all making jokes but think about it... What does it say about the state of the world when it wasn’t the UN, NATO, the WEF, or even G7 that saved us from becoming intergalactic wage slaves? It was a 21-year-old Ghanaian kid with max charisma and an unskippable cutscene. That’s not hope, that’s poetic violence."

<Frankiejnr>: "Reminder that your president is currently trying to find the "virtual avatar" option in Windows settings."

<Toxicgoop>: "My dad just saluted the air and whispered ’for Earth’ unironically. Send help."

<Imnotnarcissistic>: "Bro wore a tux and mentally invaded 5 billion people’s heads simultaneously and told them to show up or get left behind. If that ain’t peak main character energy, I don’t know what is."

<Fukarnd_and_fndout>: "He really said ’the galactic system won’t wait for you, get in loser we’re fixing evolution.’"

<Theharshtruth>: "This is a dictatorship dressed in good grammar. You’re all sipping the Kool-Aid of a charismatic psycho. He literally declared himself planetary admin and told you your power levels are garbage. WAKE UP."

<Frankiejnr>: "Cope harder, the guy’s legit. We tried presidents, we tried influencers and we even tried AI. Let’s give the African GigaBrain Messiah a shot, lmao."

<Imarealboy>: "My country’s president is still buffering. Man heard ’Prime Representative’ and tried to unplug his router."

<Toxicgoop>: "It’s been 10 minutes since the broadcast and I’ve seen: 4 new religions, 2 "I’m gonna assassinate him" manifestos, 1 OnlyFans tag called "Arnanism kinkplay", 900k new Essence Coin scam sites. Internet speedrun complete."

<Actuallyniceperson>: "Also, y’all notice the energy when he said ’you are only Prime Representative until the people stop believing’? He said that for someone. I bet five ETH he already knows which five presidents are plotting against him."

<Frankiejnr>: "And he’s farming stat points in the Chaos Realm while you’re out here still failing daily quests."

<Imnotnarcissistic>: "Meanwhile me, trying to awaken an ability by licking random rocks in my neighborhood just in case one of them has Alpha Energy to make the protagonist."

<Fukarnd_and_fndout>: "Reminder: this is what we wanted. We wanted a main character and we got him. Now let’s see if he can survive the anime betrayal arc, because y’all KNOW it’s coming."

<Theharshtruth>: "I hate all of you. Genuinely. With my entire heart."

<Actuallyniceperson>: "And yet... you’re here. That means you want him to win and you’re just afraid to admit it."

<Fukarnd_and_fndout>: "Dammit. She’s right. I’ll go wash my Arnanist robe and prep my mental projection skills for the summit stream."

<Frankiejnr>: "Kek, see y’all at the Chaos Realm. Hope we get a skill tree that lets us cook mid-combat."

<Toxicgoop>: "I want to learn fire magic and pay my rent, is that too much to ask?"

<Actuallyniceperson>: "Not anymore. Welcome to the new Earth, motherfuckers."

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The skies above the Atlantic glowed faintly, like a fairy dancing across the horizon. Turbulence had rocked the shuttle during takeoff, but now it moved with uncanny stillness, as though the very air around it was repelled by invisible authority.

Inside the compact press-only cabin, Akua Sadi gripped her mic like a lifeline.

Her heart was pounding, her hair slightly messed up from the pre-launch wind. She adjusted her blazer with shaky fingers, aware that she looked more like a grad student than the representative of Channel 9 Newstream Africa, a third-tier station barely known outside the Ghanaian region.

But she did one thing most other networks didn’t. She applied for the press clearance the moment Damon’s mental broadcast ended.

And somehow... it got approved.

"Camera rolling in 3... 2..."

"Already rolling. You look like you’re gonna hurl!" Her cameraman, Kojo Fordi, said with a smirk behind the lens.

"I am going to hurl. We’re heading straight into the Bermuda freaking Triangle. That’s not journalistic bravery, that’s death with style."

Kojo chuckled. "You can puke on-camera, viral either way."

"Ewurade." Akua groaned, the straightened herself, and began the report.

"This is Akua Sadi, reporting live from aboard Shuttle Scribe-One en route to the newly revealed Embassy Island, located at the very heart of the once-untraversable Bermuda Triangle."

The camera auto-adjusted to the window behind her and what appeared on the screen was not ocean.

It was simply a feat of architecture.

A vast island now stood in the middle of what maps still labeled as cursed waters. There was not a trace of mist, storms, or magnetic interference remaining but instead, a perfectly symmetrical landmass that was an artificial island the size of a city district, spread out below like the symbol of a new era.

Bordered by obsidian seawalls layered with shimmering hexagonal barriers, the island bore five monolithic towers that stretched into the clouds, each representing one of Earth’s major continents. Between them lay the Summit Spire, a crystalline pyramid-like citadel that pulsed with faint golden light.

This was where the planetary summit would be held.

Helipads and shuttle docks filled the outer rim of the island, already receiving dignitaries and delegates from every corner of the Earth. The flags of the world billowed from spire to spire, but they were all beneath one larger banner which was the new emblem of humanity, a stylized Earth orbited by six silver rings.

The shuttle descended, and the interior lights dimmed slightly.

A voice, artificial yet warm, echoed through the cabin.

"You are now entering planetary diplomatic airspace. Please remain calm, all weapons and mental interference fields will be scanned and neutralized upon arrival. May the future favor the wise."

"Jesus, they made it sound like that Damon guy is the air now." Kojo muttered.

Akua swallowed dryly.

This wasn’t just a summit, it was the official moment when every single power on Earth had to face the truth, that nobody was above the system anymore.

Not governments, money, tradition, or even luck.

Everyone was being brought to the table under the same roof, at the same time, to bow... or to be broken.

Akua looked back at the camera, smile practiced but eyes wide with wonder.

"I’ll be bringing you exclusive coverage of the arrival of Earth’s top leaders. Stay tuned as Channel 9 walks you through the most important day in human political history, where age-old alliances, grudges, and ambitions will either evolve... or combust."

Outside, the landing strip began to open, shimmering into existence beneath them.

The shuttle touched down with a soft glide, guided by glowing symbols etched into the surface of the tarmac, technology currently unfamiliar to even the most cutting-edge aerospace firms.

The platform was surrounded by marble-white domes, ventilation towers, and softly pulsing conduits that resembled a neural network more than a city grid.

As the shuttle door hissed open, Akua Sadi found herself at the threshold of something beyond comprehension.

Heat from the tropical air hit her skin, yet it was dry, sterile, and processed. Artificial climate control was subtly diffusing the volatile Bermuda environment.

She took her first step onto the shimmering walkway and immediately froze because ’they’ were waiting.

Three bipedal robots, each standing nearly eight feet tall, gleamed like obsidian knights. Their forms were humanoid, but only in shape, with no eyes, no mouth, and only smooth black faces with a single thin red line pulsing like a heartbeat across the middle. Their armor was embossed with faint silver text: I.S.D. – Internal Security Directive.

"Welcome, Akua Sadi. Credentials received! Escort initiated!" The middle one said, its voice a flawless fusion of artificial modulation and cultured tone, like an AI trying to sound like Morgan Freeman. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"They’ve got robot guards, because human ones haven’t even been trained yet." Kojo speculated thoughtfully.

"No, its because The Prime Representative doesn’t trust humans yet." Akua whispered back, her voice awed more than afraid.

The robots didn’t march, they glided in a silent and synchronized manner, encircling the press team with chilling precision. Every thirty meters, their red ocular lines pulsed as if scanning the atmosphere itself.

The walkway led them through the ceremonial garden zone, a stretch of carefully manicured plantlife from every continent. There were baobab trees beside alpine moss, lavender meadows beside desert cacti. It was a visual thesis: all of Earth, united at the roots.

And just beyond that?

The Summit Spire.

Up close, it was almost impossible to look directly at it for long. It wasn’t just a typical pyramid, it was almost alive, its surfaces constantly shifting between opaque and translucent. Data flowed visibly through its channels like rivers of liquid light.

Each step closer felt like walking toward an ancient monolith that had been waiting, but not for them, rather for the ’right’ version of humanity to arrive.

Kojo adjusted the lens of the camera. "Jesus, it’s... it’s like a church, a warship, and a throne room had a baby."

Akua nodded faintly, her throat dry. "And we’re about to witness its baptism."

As they passed through a towering gate, a soft field of light passed over them, no sound, no sensation.

The lead robot turned its head toward her. "Scan complete! Press integrity verified! Emotional stability: within broadcast range."

"I... excuse me?" Akua blinked in confusion.

"Do not faint during the proceedings. It will be immortalized in galactic archives." The robot warned in a surprisingly human-like manner.

Kojo snorted. "That’s both a threat and a PSA."

They finally reached the outer atrium, where marble platforms floated mid-air, suspended by what looked like glowing blue propulsion systems itself. Dignitaries had already begun arriving, some in armored motorcades, others in sleek international shuttles with holographic insignias.

Akua’s mic was shaking in her hand as the pressure of the event mounted, so she gripped it tighter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Channel 9 reporting live from the heart of the new world. The summit is about to begin. And Earth... is about to change forever." She said in a rushed breath as Kojo zoomed in on the glowing spire behind her.

The camera swiveled to the entrance behind them as the first world leader stepped onto the landing pad behind her.