Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll

Along numerous strings which constantly had many black orbs moving towards the end of the strings, where a swirling and bright portal lay. This was the Death Domain, having the souls in the orbs heading towards the next phase after death— Reincarnation[ The Rebirth Domain]

Meanwhile, as all the souls were in a comatosed state, the soul in orb numbered thirty-two thousand and ninety eight. Began to act differently, compared to the others in the domain.

'Where am I?' Zlatan thought, his eyes fluttering open. 'What's this place?'

'Why can't I move?' He tried hard to feel any part of his body, still that needed connection between his brain and body was not working out. 'What's happening to me!'

His lips couldn't open up, his hands and legs wouldn't move but, for some reason he knew they were all there and intact. Only able to move his eyeballs and lids, he could see nothing but an endless abyss.

Zlatan wasn't afraid, he didn't know why, he didn't have memory of anything else, apart from him awaking in this inky blackness.

'I'm I turning or moving?' He thought, feeling nothing holding his weight behind. There was no ground of any sort, just him alone floating around a totally black area. Staring at the darkness for what seemed like ages to him, Zlatan decided to such his eyes and sleep. Yet, at that moment was when something aside from himself, was heard. "Did we make it?" A voice he couldn't tell of its gender spoke out. If there was one thing he was sure about, then it was that the voice didn't come from within the abyss he laid afloat in. Somehow, though he couldn't tell, it was from outside it.

"Yes, we better hurry up. Hand it over so we can be done here quickly." Another voice came, unfamiliar and also seemingly being from outside.

After a moment of silence, the second voice repeated once again. "Give it to me, Muriel."

"No, Mastar chose to hand it to me instead– we were all there together." The first voice protested.

"You know very well, he mentioned my name first before you." The second voice came again, quite eager to get whatever it was.

'Could they help me out?' Zlatan wondered listening in on them, a sense of hope rising in him.

'Help!!'

'Help! Please Help!' He yelled out loudly or so he thought he did. 'Oh, forgot about this.' He suddenly realized he wasn't using the only way they would actually hear him— his mouth.

"Shush, Oleic...Did you hear something just now?" The second voice whispered, still audible enough for Zlatan to hear the words clearly.

"What if...What if... What if they found out we are here! Oleic, we are doomed for that place— he would save us, right?!" The first said with a tremble in its voice, terrified for a reason Zlatan couldn't tell.

"Oh get it together and focus. Hah, none could know his plans alright!" The second voice assured.

'Should I think or not? Will they hear me?' Zlatan thought to himself, though it wasn't heard by anyone this time round. 'Oops, did they hear me again?'

"Since you don't want me doing it, get it done."

"Um, we'll just add it or… swap it I guess." The first voice sounded confused with whatever it was doing in the first place.

"Muriel?"

"Huh?"

"Do you even know what you were given?" The second voice questioned the first curiously.

"I um…I um— Yikes, to be honest I was not really listening that much."

"You mean at all? Gosh, hand it over already. You will just mess it up." The second voice said being quiet more serious now.

"But…fine this is because I want to hand it over, not because you said so, okay!"

"Whatever." The second said topping it up with a few more words. "You better not end up like one of them— they never listened."

"Hey, why would you say that Oleic?" The first's voice questioned, sounding puzzled. "Later, Muriel. Inform Mastar about the successful completion."

"What? But— Heyyyy! You can't just do that to me!" The first voice exclaimed, and soon it suddenly vanished from Zlatan's attentive ears as moments later, like a slit through the abyss, he could bet he saw a face and hand.

"He said drop it in, so l'll just — done" Zlatan barely heard what the voice said as he noticed something coming down at him. Just a look at it caused him to instantly shut his eyes. It was so bright and blinding, its intensity was so much that the darkness he saw whenever he first closed his eyes, was no more there.

The light drew nearer by the second, increasing in size and soon though he didn't know how, he was shielding it away with both hands. Still he couldn't block it away from his eyes, his hands and skin beginning to glow brightly and hurt. Not knowing what to do next with the bright light probably a few meters away. Zlatan began to move all of a sudden, as not looking back he made a run for it without a second thought.

"Hahahahaa!! Seriously, hahahaha!" A voice boomed all over, despite that Zlatan didn't stop running away. He wasn't going to stop, he couldn't stop— he just knew he shouldn't at all.

"You can't run from meeee!! Kekekekekeee!" The voice boomed again with an ominous laugh, and soon shooting out from it were large bright lines. Like a long carpet being rolled open, the lines begun to coverup the abyss one by one. Getting as far as possible, he could see one of them roll past him down below. Before he knew it, his left, right and even above filled up at the same time, replacing the darkness with light.

Eventually, the first four bright lines reached a certain ending, a rectangular shape being formed up at its end, giving Zlatan one thought— an opening.

It was his new goal, a way out of whatever he found himself currently in. So with all he'd got, he would make the run as fast as he can. Unfortunately, he didn't even cover a 2-meter distance further, when the entire orientation of the area changed from landscape to portrait. Zlatan was now falling back down, like he'd made a vertical run instead. The opening he thought was his way out, suddenly closed in, as if deliberately left open. He'd lost and had no choice than to accept it, blinded completely by the light, Zlatan fell till he went past a gigantic bright spherical ball with its mouth open. Shutting it close, a loud burp followed after, and like a glitch everywhere was dark once again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before you begin your journey with Zlatan Elmore, do note a few things. This is my world and my rules, some don't make sense, others do— it doesn't matter, it's my world.

Know that this author just bringing out a world he wants out of his mind, and so the world building might be boring for some. I really don't care if you like me building a guild from scratch, drop it if you want okay.

As I am a world builder, please don't expect much good action and fighting.

Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll is inspired by many stuff and first hand I'll say Mount and Blade Bannerlord— any fans or players here?!

I'd wish to one day play it, always watching the gameplay on YouTube.

Make sure you've read the auxiliary chapter to get somethings straight. I will not be emphasizing much on them so better you know them first hand:)

Any questions should go straight to comments, I'll always answer when I can.

Do please keep the Power stones coming, the Collections rising and the Comments overwhelming— love y'all, welcome to 2025, happy new year