Since, according to legends, the inns that were on the side of the road did not leave after dark until they reached the halfway point of a dirt road, when the only station that was north of the place left people an hour away from the tourist town.
Due to thousands of deaths, being surrounded in the end by more than seven cities among forests and reserves, it was a perfect place to start over.
So, in the midst of this, according to promises of a new life, in which people were always traveling along those roads between the mountains and the steep gorges, it was no wonder the great series of frequent accidents, violent deaths, in addition to always to the sky when a plane passed, which fell towards the dense forest of tall trees and slopes between the mountains.
Due to having no internet signal, no WIFI connection, GPS signal inability, no satellite connections, there was no electricity people still lived on firewood, no electricity, power and connections, the returns in years to that place which had no sign of any connection, made helping too difficult.
Thousands of kilometers, where you had no connections and no sign of anything, it seemed the land version of the Bermuda Triangle, trees and wild animals that did not enter the villages, hunted between small farms and plantations.
One of the only problems to get there, was the fact that the only ones who accepted the service to simply drive, were the men who had already been dismissed from this service in other places, sometimes, they took people with criminal records, due to dangerousness, so, men who had a criminal record were the only ones who accepted it.
Because of this, there are often a series of accidents, not all drivers die, but passengers do.
Then, the driver was taken to testify at a police station, that time when he was talking about life.
- Not only did you drink, but again, there is a file that reported more than one occurrence of drunk driving. – One of the detectives was questioning him.
- I am as much a victim as the rest of the others, I'm not young anymore, I'm a victim of circumstances like everyone else. - He said.
At that time, when he spoke. – I'm old, I don't have the same strength as I used to. - He said. - I plead not guilty, there is no way you can blame me this time for drunkenness. - He said. – The company where I work is very strict, I wouldn't let anyone who drinks work at that hour. - He said.
- I don't think you have anything against me. - He said. - I can go? – He questioned him.
- He can. - A police officer said.
Being dismissed by the police as he returned to his apartment, when he saw the clear weather outside the window again, he started to drink more, grabbing a large bottle of Sake from the fridge.
About that.
At that police station, people were reporting and seeing how it all looked over.
- As you know, there are only a few pieces of evidence, we can't blame him this time for the death of these children, or the adults, the gorges and the buses had nothing left inside him, to prove that he was drunk, due to the heavy rain and the place that has a strong history of accidents, there is no way to prove that he was drunk. - The detective said.
- What about the drunk test? - Another questioned him.
- There was no time, at that time they were busy examining in search of injuries.
- We can and will sue the company. – One of them said, being supported by everyone there.
When they left, there was no time to prosecute anyone, because they all died.
The old teachers came to the wakes, photos scattered on various railings, the lives of each one of them were at a standstill, they couldn't finish everything that happened, at that time, people were passing by in mourning.
Several people died this time, again, they were without solutions, but later that week, there was a community burial, paying tribute to the children of the accidents.
Among those children were friends of their daughters, a procession on that highway, flowers in the mountains, between the walkways, what they didn't know was that those who entered the tunnel would not come out.
Parents were comforted, as they returned to their homes, children, like spirits returned to their homes, once again, they looked at their parents, handing them a card that they loved them very much.
- Darlings. – Many of them said, when hugging, then being cursed with death, taken away towards hell, to live there for eternity.
Many children opted for the adults to haunt it as usual, joining the great horde of spirits that roamed the tunnels, frightening the passengers, causing accidents.
The dead would have no rest, as everyone there passed through waves of disasters, ghosts that roamed those mountains, the shadows and spectre’s that let no one rest.
Tsuki woke up right around 8 am that day, it was the time of change in the so-called decisive moment.
He was in the middle of his spiritual world of Zarathanis, between baths and meditation in his pool, when he entered into an agreement with his spiritual versions of the multiverse on how to avoid or lessen all the problems that an event would cause his reality.
So, coming to terms with it, he was in his shower that morning, when he decided to call Cloud and invite him to lunch on the other side of the city of Golden Valle.
He was already wearing a blood red suit, shiny shoes, when he got into his car, heading to the city of Golden Valle, which he headed towards the commercial area, where he stayed in a five-star restaurant, serving everything he could. ask, overeating.
It was a sunny day with a muggy air, in which he remembered that he saw something happen like what could happen in that same period.
It turned out that he merged with all his versions across the multiverse, which included future versions of various time periods splitting a soul at a moment in time within a spiritual dimension that existed within it.
One of his futuristic versions, which he listened attentively in his spiritual dimension of Zarathanis in his dimensional fiefdom, was that a group of thieves who wanted revenge on Luther, each of them, were part of a group of employees who took care of a sector of the company, related to data and administrative sectors.
What happened was that they were dismissed and humiliated without just cause, the way each of them decided to take revenge would be by robbing a private bank, where they knew that in the basement they had countless vaults, in addition to an immense complete underground laboratory, disguised only of a bank, in which they hid experiments among a huge shipment of something similar created by the entrepreneur and mad scientist like selenite,
But like those twelve men, they looked like the twelve stooges, they miscalculated a bomb, it was too much gunpowder.
In his alternate reality of his alternate version, instead of just blowing up the complex, that complex of laboratories and vaults, everyone there died, if his version of Astro-Star had not tried to prevent the destruction of a block of an area business in a rest time, he was caught by the explosion, shattered moonstone hit him in full, killing him.
So, even if he did not stop some people and heroes, in addition to guinea pigs inside the laboratory, in addition to millions of dollars that went up in the air, among countless research, also died with the explosion, the said, twelve clowns were together in pieces.
In his alternate reality, well he was caught in the explosion, but he survived, of course with pieces of the victims in his body, this had driven his version crazy.
So, he made a complaint from a concerned person, leaking the information to the police, in addition to getting Cloud out of the blast zone, they would arrive in time to stop most of the destruction, but not the deaths that could not be prevented.
It took twenty minutes on the mobile phone between calls for Cloud to show up at the restaurant.
- Why did you call me here? – Cloud arrived at that restaurant.
- I need a meeting with an old contact, a friend, in addition to an exclusive one with new ventures in my company, I am going to open an added support center together with an alliance with some NGOs. Tsuki said.
- What projects are these, Tsuki? Cloud asked.
- Housing complexes in the North and South regions of Golden Valle. Tsuki said. – In addition to projects for new internships and jobs. – Tsuki showed each one of the reports, setting the table.
Knowing that he was going to cause delays, a series of eventualities that set employees back an hour, setting back clocks across the city, messing with the timer, then he would prevent the worst from happening.
So, it was in the middle of a meeting, in which Cloud was doing the interview with him, that there was an explosion on the other side of the city, in the banking center of the city.
With the delay of that, he saw what Cloud said.
- Need to go. – Astro-Star said, lifting the table from his chair.
- I will be back to finish the interview. - He said.
- Clear. Tsuki said.
He did not say, but prepared a series of problems, even a magic barrier wrapped around that place that would prevent the man from approaching when they reached two hundred meters.
So, he was trapped around a magical dome in the middle of the Golden Valle sky, he would have half an hour to see the destruction of more than five blocks.
Tsuki monitored through the cameras, creating countless obstacles for the other heroes to arrive late.
A series of illusions towards Flashlight trapped in his fear of cockroaches, while Miraculous Woman fell into an infinite abyss.
In the meantime, the explosion killed the Stooges 12, along with Luther's experiments.
Tsuki had visited, between entering through secret entrances, between connecting an underground corridor, using the excuses that his company participated in