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The voting event remains. As for the chap I owe you guys, I haven't been able to upload to webnovel, like I have the chaps of the week already in webnovel, but creating/adding more to the draft section it's not working. So, until I fix it, I will let the auto update keep the schedule I set. I rather avoid until I find a fix getting out of chaps in the webnovel draft section.
I should however fix that today. I think it's just browser error. Will let you guys know how everything works out. With love, corn.
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Once I reached the hypergiant's core, I started to craft random things, to increase my crafting level as much as possible, which was remarkably easy to do, considering I had a crafting EXP bonus of around +2000% EXP.
Each miscellaneous item or weapon gave me around twenty levels or so, and seeing as I was able to craft at least five weapons per minute, I was getting around one hundred crafting levels a minute.
I continued doing this for thirty minutes or so, reaching a point where crafting wasn't giving me that many levels, considering this an appropriate point to shift my focus back to my original goal, crafting my weapon.
"Let's fucking do this!" I said, pumping myself up, as I took my ingredients out, in the following order, [The Fragment of the Universe], [The Reality Stone], [The Time Stone], [The Power Stone], [The Mind Stone], [The Soul Stone], and [The Space Stone] placing them in front of me, extending my protective coat to them to a lesser extent, letting them heat up until they could be worked out.
When everything was sufficiently hot, I poured my energy into the materials, feeling the pullback the stones were giving, fighting against their reshaping and alteration of motive.
The entire process of giving the stones a new purpose was demanding in every sense of the word, I wanted them to keep their realms, but I also wanted to change them, to make out of them something new, and that very intent was a feat impossibly hard to achieve.
Not because it required a lot of power, which it did, but because it required total concentration, even the slightest mistake could result in the end of all life, it was a struggle of power, of me reshaping them, while also containing them, a constant pull for control, between me and the fundamental forces that ruled this universe.
In fact, the very skills that represented those forces were leveling up because of this struggle.
[Fundamental Force: Strong Force. Has leveled up!]
[Fundamental Force: Weak Force. Has leveled up!]
[Fundamental Force: Electromagnetic Force. Has leveled up!]
[Fundamental Force: Gravitational Force. Has leveled up!]
[Fundamental Force: Strong Force. Has leveled up x2!]
[Fundamental Force: Weak Force. Has leveled up x2!]
[Fundamental Force: Electromagnetic Force. Has leveled up x2!]
[Fundamental Force: Gravitational Force. Has leveled up x2!]
[Fundamental Force: Strong Force. Has leveled up x14!]
[Fundamental Force: Weak Force. Has leveled up x14!]
[Fundamental Force: Electromagnetic Force. Has leveled up x14!]
[Fundamental Force: Gravitational Force. Has leveled up x14!]
[Fundamental Force: Strong Force. Has leveled up x11!]
[Fundamental Force: Weak Force. Has leveled up x11!]
[Fundamental Force: Electromagnetic Force. Has leveled up x11!]
[Fundamental Force: Gravitational Force. Has leveled up x11!]
A lot, they were leveling a lot, to the point I had turned my skill notifications down.
I continued doing this, for an hour or so, until the stones and the fragment finally gave in to my intent, my desire, all of them mixing together into a singular substance.
Now it was time to shape it all.
Using a hammer made out of energy, I began pounding on the combined substance of my materials, slowly shaping the entire thing together into one. I continued doing this for another good hour, with my protective coating losing its power more and more, the heat of the start burning me with each passing second as my MP and HP neared critical levels, to which I used some of my potions to level things out back to an acceptable range, as I continued pounding.
Once I was satisfied with the mixture, I dissipated the hammer, extending both of my hands towards the substance, before beginning to pour once again my energy into it. Intent clear in mind.
A weapon to protect my dreams.
A weapon to negate that which threatens what I love.
A weapon nobody but me could use.
A weapon like me, selfish, caring, and able to grow.
Then, almost as if answering to my wishes, a blinding burst of light engulfed the entire area, swallowing the hypergiant and more.
[Quest completed! = The Weapon of A God!
With war drawing closer, you can feel the darkness lurking at every corner, as you feel the weight of everyone's lives lay upon your shoulders, it is more than clear you need a weapon worthy of a God, to guide those who oppose the old order of things.
A weapon capable of opposing the god-killing monstrosity that is All-Black, Knull's weapon, a weapon specifically forged to slay divine beings.
Objectives = Craft a weapon of unmatched power using the fragment of cosmos within your possession.
Hidden Objectives = Use the Infinity Stones as materials.
Rewards = The Weapon of A Singularity, Ring of Miracles.
Hidden Rewards = Essence of Destruction and Death x10.]
[A new weapon has been crafted.]
[Serenity - The Weapon of Rejection and Dreams.
Item Class = Unique.
A weapon crafted in the heart of a hypergiant, born in the flames of conviction, and shaped by the dreams and hopes of a man.
This weapon holds two unique special powers.
Negation - ACTIVE - LV 1 = The power to negate a reality that you can't accept. With enough mastery over this power, the wielder of this weapon can achieve supernatural feats such as, rejecting aspects of reality. With this, the user can become indestructible by denying physical damage, or alter reality by denying the laws of physics, and even become immortal by denying death/aging.
Dreams of Aspiration - ACTIVE/PASSIVE - LV 1 = The power to create a path to your dreams. With enough mastery over this power, the user of this weapon can manipulate probability, meaning the user could alter how likely an event is to occur. Making unlikely things occur more often or instantly and preventing liable events from ever happening. Giving the user the ability to cause and prevent both good and bad luck, sudden deaths, natural disasters, and even apocalyptic events.
This weapon also holds control over the six realms the infinity stones held control, Space, Power, Time, Reality, Mind and Soul.
This weapon possesses no permanent form or shape, meaning is ever changing and ever shifting. The user can will the weapon to change into anything, making the weapon scatter and reform at will.
[Soulbounded to Alex Walker.]
When equipped the following buffs apply =
+100% Increase to STR.
+100% Increase to VIT.
+100% Increase to DEF.
+100% Increase to DEX.
+100% Increase to INT.
+100% Increase to CHA.
+100% Increase to WIS.
+100% Increase to WILL.
+100% Increase to PER.
+100% Increase to LUK.]
I smiled, my hands burnt to the bones, as I looked at the weapon floating in front of me. It looked almost like water, like how the reality stone had looked before I had given it form, but instead of red like the Aether, what laid in front of me, was blue. Moving like one would expect water to move in space.
I laughed, looking around as I whistled in admiration, "Not bad."
The hypergiant was gone, almost as if it had never existed, to begin with, destroyed by my weapon's birth.
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[Thor Odinson POV]
I wonder how stories will depict me.
I doubt as a hero, not anymore at least. In my quest to save the nine realms and their people, I had so far done many terrible things. I didn't regret any of them, not really, if anything, I lamented that the ignorance of others had pushed me to do things I would've never done in the first place.
Necessary evils, like my brother says.
It's impressive how things change. I used to enjoy fighting, and killing my opponents without thinking of the consequences, now, the actions that once brought me joy now bring me sorrow.
I guess I was blissful in my ignorance. Playing like a child, the game of a hero.
I still saw myself as a hero, the difference now was, I was aware of the consequences of my actions, because I knew more.
I had grown more in the time I have been with Alex, my sworn brother, than I ever did by myself.
I could now appreciate the weight he carried very clearly. I admired him, and not because of his powers, but because of his character, and unwavering determination.
I aspired to be like him where it mattered.
I used to think, before meeting him, I was the man, the pinnacle of what everyone should aspire to be, the mightiest of them all.
But, in reality, before meeting him, I was a kid.
His actions made me see that being male was simply a matter of birth. While being a man was a matter of choice.
He made me understand that a man knows his limits, but a real man can overcome them.
For that, and much more, he was my brother.
His actions had shown me that a true hero does not always get love and ovations, but hate and misunderstandment.
"Why would you do this?!" a Vanir guard asked, anger coloring his eyes as he laid on the ground wounded, "Our King trusted you!"
"Your King was a fool," I replied, my tone even, "His pride would've been the end of Vanaheim, and all of its people."
"Liar!" the Guard shouted.
"I am many things, but a liar am not," I replied, grabbing the blood covered crown from the King's head, "I know you don't believe me, and I don't need you to. We, no… I am trying to protect the nine realms from a threat I can't possibly match."
"The people of Vanir will never follow you!" the Guard growled, a small smile on his face.
"I don't need them to," I replied, smiling sadly at the thought.
"Then why did you kill my uncle?" I heard someone ask in the back, as the creaking doors of the throne room opened.
Turning around to meet this unknown, I saw a woman and a few guards, arms at hand, ready to die for their people.
"Would it really change your mind?" I asked, pointing at her sword.
"Answer the question," She pressed defiantly, her eyes burning.
I sighed, "Magical territory. By taking control over Vanaheim, my brother can control, so to speak, who enters and leaves the planet, making it really difficult for the enemies that are about to come, actions such as invading the planet."
"You lie!" One of the guards behind her spat.
"Who is… this enemy you speak of?" She asked, shutting the guard behind her with a look.
"Knull," I replied, my eyes resting on Vanaheim's crown, as drops of blood from the previous King fell into the floor. "I doubt any of you know of him. He's far older than our universe, and was defeated before the nine realms came to be, but rest assured, he's very real, and he's coming for everyone. He's a monster without allies, without compassion, his only goal is to destroy all in creation, to usher a new era of darkness, true darkness, without life, without death, a universe of nothing."
"If that… monster is as old as you say he is, then how did you come to know of him?" She asked.
"I know someone nearly as old," I replied with a smile, as technically my brother was as old as the universe, even if he didn't remember it. "You may know of him as the newest prince of Asgard, most recently King."
"You gave your birthright to him?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Of course," I nodded, "As I told your uncle many times before the outcome you see in front of you, I lack the power to defeat Knull. My brother, the King once prince of Asgard, is vastly stronger than me, and even he is not sure if he can defeat him. So painfully aware of my own weakness, I decided to give him all the nine realms, temporarily, to avoid them falling into Knull's hands."
"I don't believe you child," I heard a new voice scoff, as someone entered the room. An old looking man, covered in scars, his entire posture and demeanor screaming he was a seasoned warrior, "Your story feels like a fairy tale."
I guffawed at his comment, "You are right, it does sound like a fairy tale, but believe me, it's the truth. Once this war ends, all the realms will return to their people completely, believe me, I don't want to rule, Hel! I don't even want to rule Asgard, why would I expand?!"
"Enough talk let us dispose of him!" The guards growled, their voices coming as one.
"No," The woman who had first entered said, commanding her troops to stand down. "He has the power to kill us all, fighting against the All-Father is a futile endeavor."
"But Lady Amelista!"
"You can't be suggesting we bow to him?!"
Amelista, I like that name.
"No, she's suggesting we give him the benefit of the doubt, at least before we throw our lives away fighting him," The old man replied, eyeing Amelista.
"Indeed, general Adrek, for now, I will trust his words to be the truth," Amelista nodded, before narrowing her eyes on me, "That, however, doesn't mean Vanaheim will forgive what you did today. We will seek unyielding retribution after the war with Knull, even if that means the end of our people, so when the time comes, you will have to decide between paying for your crimes, or killing us all."
"I do not intent to run from my actions, Lady Amelista," I replied, my tone firm, without a shred of doubt, "When the time comes, I will face the consequences of my actions like a true warrior should, but be warned, you might have to get in line to get a piece of me, my crimes as you describe have barely just begun, and others just like you will seek retribution."
"Very well," Amelista replied, her voice cold, "For now, we will play your game."
"When does this Knull comes?" Adrek asked.
"That, we don't know. We only know it's very soon," I replied with a sigh.
"Then, we require to speak with this… Alex you speak of," Amelista said, or rather ordered in a commanding tone, I liked her, sadly, the sentiment wasn't shared.
"Sure," I nodded, "I will tell him to come, after I finish my mission."
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