The Story of Bullshuti (The Amerstand Revolution)

The Story of Bullshuti: Chapter 5

(The Villainous Assassin: Goritma and their Final Meeting of Cooperation - Chapter 5)

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The tension between the Amerstand and Deuschaf Berliun reached a new level as the war for dominance on Earth Veurnal continued. While the Xverts and Ingritov’s Held-Team forged a precarious alliance to recover critical data about the dangerous Zeurchaff Platinum, a shadow loomed over both factions: a notorious assassin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the bravest warriors—Goritma.

This mysterious figure had no allegiance to any side, no master to serve. Goritma worked solely for their own gain, executing high-profile targets with deadly precision. Though hired by countless factions over the years, Goritma's loyalty was always to themselves. Now, as the final battle for Earth Veurnal approached, Goritma was set to enter the conflict once again.

This time, however, they were not hired for a simple kill. The Villainous Assassin was about to strike a deadly bargain with both the Amerstand and the Deuschaf Berliun, forcing their final meeting of cooperation—a meeting that would decide the fate of the revolution.

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Goritma: The Phantom of Death

Goritma was known as the phantom that haunted the revolution. Legends spoke of their unparalleled skills, the perfect blend of stealth, technology, and combat. No one knew their true origin, nor their face, as Goritma always operated from the shadows. Some said they were enhanced with cybernetic modifications, others claimed they wielded forbidden ancient magic, but the truth was far more elusive.

What was certain, though, was that Goritma had once been hired by both the Amerstand and Deuschaf Berliun to take out high-level targets. Their services had helped sway battles and decimate leaderships, but their latest offer changed everything. Goritma now offered something different—a meeting to strike a dangerous deal that would change the course of the revolution.

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The Invitation to a Final Meeting

The invitation arrived mysteriously in both factions’ headquarters. It was unsigned, encrypted with layers of code only the highest-ranking officials of the Amerstand and Deuschaf Berliun could decrypt. Once decoded, the message was clear:

“A truce must be made, or both of your factions will crumble. Meet at the Circumtancium Crater, and I will present you with an offer. Refuse, and you will find yourselves destroyed before the week is out.”
- Goritma

This cryptic message sent shockwaves through both sides of the conflict. The Amerstand, with their revolution raging full force, saw this as a potential trap but also as a rare opportunity. The Deuschaf Berliun, on the other hand, saw it as a sign of desperation. But both factions knew better than to ignore Goritma.

Thus, a secret summit was arranged at the desolate Circumtancium Crater, an ancient battlefield now a scarred wasteland where no side held strategic advantage. It was the perfect place for a meeting that could either lead to cooperation or mutual destruction.

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The Final Meeting

The Circumtancium Crater was eerily silent as dusk approached. The skies were painted with crimson and violet hues, casting long shadows across the jagged landscape. At the center of the crater, a lone figure stood, clad in a sleek black suit that seemed to meld with the shadows. Their face was hidden beneath a mask, the only visible feature being cold, piercing eyes that gleamed with intelligence and danger.

This was Goritma.

Both factions arrived in small, heavily guarded delegations. Ingritov led the Amerstand team, his face grim but determined. With him were a few of his most trusted operatives, including the recently cooperative Xverts Nyx Volla and Sakkar, who were there to observe. On the other side, the Deuschaf Berliun sent Seren Valkis, a sharp diplomat who had already negotiated several key alliances in the war.

The air was thick with tension as the two sides stood opposite each other, weapons drawn but not yet aimed. Goritma made no move to acknowledge either faction’s arrival until both were positioned in front of them.

Finally, Goritma spoke, their voice smooth and calculated, yet filled with an unsettling calm.

“You both seek the same thing—power, control, dominance over Earth Veurnal,” they said, pacing slowly between the two factions. “But this war has dragged on too long. You’ve both lost sight of the real threat.”

Ingritov narrowed his eyes. “And what, Goritma, do you consider the ‘real threat’?”

Goritma turned their cold gaze toward him. “The Zeurchaff Platinum. It’s not just a weapon, nor a simple energy source. It’s a force capable of reshaping this entire planet’s fate. You, Amerstand, want to use it to fuel your revolution. And you, Deuschaf Berliun, want to keep it under lock and key to ensure no one challenges your rule.”

Seren Valkis stepped forward, her voice laced with skepticism. “You’re speaking as though you know more about the Platinum than anyone else. Why should we believe you?”

A slow, dangerous smile crept across Goritma’s masked face. “Because I’ve already seen what happens when it’s unleashed. I’ve seen entire worlds collapse under its influence, civilizations reduced to nothing. If you continue your petty war, Earth Veurnal will be next.”

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A Dangerous Bargain

The revelation sent a wave of shock through both factions. While they had known the Zeurchaff Platinum was powerful, they hadn’t realized its true potential—or the consequences of mishandling it. But Goritma wasn’t done.

“I offer you both a deal,” Goritma continued. “You will cooperate under my terms, or face annihilation. Together, we will recover the Zeurchaff Platinum, and you will split its control. Fail to cooperate, and I will personally ensure both your factions crumble.”

Ingritov bristled at the thought of cooperating with the Deuschaf Berliun, but he also understood the gravity of Goritma’s words. Valkis, though suspicious, also knew that ignoring Goritma would likely lead to disaster.

“What are your terms?” Valkis asked, cautiously.

Goritma tilted their head slightly. “Simple. You will form a temporary alliance. Together, we will locate the Platinum and prevent any unauthorized use of it. Once we secure it, you will each have limited control over its power—enough to secure your futures without destroying the planet.”

“And if we refuse?” Ingritov asked, his voice tight with distrust.

Goritma’s cold gaze swept across both factions. “Then I’ll kill you all before you have a chance to destroy yourselves. And trust me when I say, there won’t be a trace left of either the Amerstand or the Deuschaf Berliun.”

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The Path Forward

The two leaders—Ingritov and Seren Valkis—exchanged wary glances. Both knew that cooperating, even temporarily, was a bitter pill to swallow, but the alternative was far worse. With Goritma’s looming threat hanging over them, they had little choice but to agree.

“We’ll cooperate—for now,” Ingritov finally said, his voice heavy with reluctance.

Valkis nodded slowly. “Agreed. But once the Zeurchaff Platinum is secured, the deal ends.”

Goritma’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Good. Then we have an agreement.”

With the fragile alliance in place, the Amerstand, Deuschaf Berliun, and the enigmatic assassin Goritma began the next phase of their operation—one that would bring them face to face with the true power of the Zeurchaff Platinum and the forces that sought to control it.

But unknown to both factions, Goritma had their own hidden agenda, one that would soon reveal itself in the darkest of ways.

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To Be Continued...

As the fragile cooperation begins, the battle for the Zeurchaff Platinum grows more complex. With Goritma pulling the strings, both factions find themselves at the mercy of an unseen enemy. The revolution’s next steps will be defined not by open conflict, but by manipulation, alliances, and secrets that could unravel everything they’ve fought for.