A strand of consciousness was birthed in the vast nothingness of the void. It began to comprehend and learned the intricate laws and complex mysteries.

This is the creation of a universe in which it finds other universes and battle it consuming the loser and making it as a part of its stronger self.

A boy by the name Chris get a System one day the system destroys the universe
And Chris has to rebuild it or make whatever he wants

With one wave of my palm i can refine the universe.

Monstrous genius?

I can create them en masse.

I alone am immortal.


PS: not my picture

"where am i ,why I don't feel anything" while checking my state i try to comprehend my memories of who i am and what i been doing 

then suddenly my memories started coming to me and i remembered who am i and that i died due to truck-kun's blessings and suddenly remembered the pain and the darkness consuming me  out of nothing then i understood my situation

"oh so i died thanks to truck-kun so am i gonna reincarnate or what i don't wanna linger into  darkness forever either i turn into nothing, reincarnate or transmigrate somewhere ,there definitely must be some power watching me here  , where are you i know you are here and what you want to take about just don't waste your and my time just to get some angry reaction out of me ,even if i get angry what can i do so come out " i said expecting someone to take me out of here 

after some time while waiting for a long while reaction a voice came out"oh so you know your situation that's good for you and you don't get angry at that now that's something rare to see from you earthlings most of you are nothing in front of this one but they think they are the boss ,its real hard to deal with you guys" said the godly voice


"so what is going to happen now that i died, am i going to reincarnate somewhere with cheats or are you going to call out the creation being" i said confidently and angryly as i was pissed of waiting for long time


"oh so you are angry and at that you know the creation Being ,tell me boy how do you know such existense even i and only 2 other godly beings know his existense " said the godly voice


"hahahahhaaahaa is it not hard to know for a guy with a lonely life like i had . i have a lot of time in my insignificant life to think about universe its creation the gods ,humans their behavior everything and at that there are many stories to enrich my analysis of this world and that's how i came to conclusion after reading many theories like big bang that there must be a power that is has no shape of form with all the energy in the universe is part of that energy which i call as creation being and since humans gained their consciousness through evolution then the creation being doesn't have it then he must have gained it during its lifetime as it is creation  itself so that's why i know its existence" i said haughtily


"well human you are very interesting you have such wisdom which is much more defying than all the wisdom of wise beings i created  you are a true successor of me itself" said other godly voice

"wha....w-what are you saying my lord how can you make this lowly soul your successor" said the first godly voice

"who are saying a lowly soul you motherfucker just because you are created born on a higher plane doesn't mean you can  insult me and i may don't have any physical power like yours but i have strong mental strength that you ,and what are you saying that you are going to give me your powers and why is that are you tired of living or something" i said with greedy thoughts in my mind

" you both calm down Azazel you are dismissed and you are not to talk about this with anyone this belongs to the secret of my being and our future and boy i am the creation being and you can call me god.since everyone in your plane consider this type of existence at the top" said god while seeing his underling going away 

"well god so what now are you going to give me your powers or what " i said in hope

"well don't be greedy you are a wise fellow so you are bound to have my powers but since you are from a lower plane  which i created you don't have enough soul power to take my whole powers instantly you will have to know my power to gain it with your growing soul but since you are very wise and i know what you are going to ask next let me answer it for you.you are probably thinking about using loopholes to suddenly increase your strength that is possible about that and that is the only way you gain my powers because my power only belongs to a wise soul who can rule the power of creation and destruction and yeah destruction is also my power since i never destroyed any thing that you humans can see that's why you cannot guess it but i think you already have thought about it ,so here's the deal you are going to reincarnate into a world of your choosing whit any 5 wishes to grow your soul by controlling the granted powers since you are wise enough to take all of my power at once you have to learn how to control it in low level plains but you better choose a world which is created by the thoughts of the humans  like those in anime,manga,comics,movies and novels since they are lower than your world but most of them have power and creatures which can rival to my strength so that is a perfect place for you to practice and control your powers now choose your wishes and then talk about your reincarnation or transmigration " said god


if i had a body then i would have fainted literally this is a dream come true for every otaku like me out there ,oh hell yes i am gonna milk out these wishes " uhm okay so for first wish let me customize my body o every detail like bloodlines, height ,features, abilities without any restrictions like in all anime and manga about gaming.then i go for other wishes" i said 

"here do whatever you want want and add other wishes in the wish log in the corner take your time i am going out for sometime just call me by  pressing the red button" as god said while disappearing a computer came in my sight where i can customize my self with red button on a corner along with the wish log

This is a reincarnation story of a guy with his heaven defying wisdom and greed while he get cheats at that andwho will travel all the fictional worlds to gain understanding of them and enjoying his way through to become equal to the most powerful entity creation itself

Disclaimer: i do not own most of the fictional world characters in the story

Han Xiao raised an eyebrow and asked, "Has this been proven?"
"Well, not really." As he played with his ponytail, Kerlodd explained, "This kind of belief in a greater being and the creation myth behind the origins of the universe is most focused on by the Arcane Church, one of the three major civilizations in space. Their beliefs in the spiritual and the supernatural are the source of their power…"
"Stop. I know what the Arcane Church is." Han Xiao stopped interrupted him mid-sentence.
"Sure. Right, where were we? Oh. These theories and beliefs of the universe's mysteries are all different, but through them, different civilizations were able to come up with countless technological inventions and applications. So, from another angle, these theories are only a tool to be used to understand the universe; like tools, they all have their own pros and cons. Each tool is responsible for a specific task, and in the case of these theories, none can be considered the be-all-end-all.
"Our Godorans' particle theory argues that all the particles in the world carry magic, and as such, our civilization started being dominated by the use of magic. Later on, as we discovered the usefulness of technology, we also started to do research to facilitate technological development. Both of these are only tools that we use to help understand the world."
Han Xiao frowned. "You know quite a lot."
"Haha. I'm a trained investigator. I have heard all sorts of things during my rounds in the different space stations that I've visited throughout the universe." Kerlodd smiled. "Basically, all the unsolved mysteries in space are commonly referred to as the wonders of space, or Space Wonders. Inhumans are unlikely to be one such universe-wide mystery."
Space Wonders huh… Han Xiao made sure to remember this.
Suddenly, the sound of cheering crashed over the chatting duo like a tsunami.
Han Xiao went onto the forums to check out the commotion as there was currently a live broadcast of the tournament. All the fights had come to an end, and a champion had been born.
For the team matches, Dynasty had clinched the top spot after a hard-fought battle against Long Sky, while Temple of God had closely followed behind as the third team. Although the three big guilds had lived up to their names and taken all three top spots, the other teams who managed to reach the top eight had all shown breathtaking performances. For individual matches, King Admiral had secured a victory in the finals and netted Dynasty two championships, causing their fame to skyrocket.
Frenzied Sword had defeated his opponent and secured his spot as third in the individual rankings. Due to his relatively new gaming career, he was dubbed the dark horse of the tournament.
The top three teams, as well as the top three players from the individual matches on Planet Aquamarine, had all qualified for the internationals. All three teams were from Chinese guilds, and countless players looked forward to seeing them compete on the global stage. The forums were bustling with discussion as if a national celebration was going on, and Dynasty was naturally the talk of the town.
After the end of the regionals, there was still an in-game year before the international games would start, and the matches could be considered to have already ended. However, the players' excitement did not look like it was going to die down anytime soon.
Countless posts analyzed the winners from each region, and some teams started to make plans to prepare for future competitions. The guilds whose teams performed well also held numerous events to boost their own popularity.
They're finally done with the matches. Those pro players are finally free. Han Xiao's eyes gave off a weird glint as he prepared his next stage of action.
…
At the sanctuary's square, the roads were bustling with players who were living in the excitement of the tournament. They each discussed their own favorites, and the pro players would occasionally show up themselves, exciting the crowd even more.
Of course, there were also the group of bros who believed in their luck, waiting for a day in and day out at Han Xiao's usual stall for the next batch of loot crates.
"He's coming." The group of people stretched out their necks as they waited.
The truck drove by slowly before it came to a stop. Han Xiao walked off the truck, but it did not seem like he was going to sell loot crates as usual. Instead, he took a look around and said in a loud voice, "I have a perilous mission ahead, and I'm in need of helpers. I will be selecting qualified people to join my team. If you're confident in passing my test, come."
Immediately after, Han Xiao sent out the mission that he had previously written up.
_____________________
Team Member Selection
Mission Introduction: Han Xiao will soon leave Planet Aquamarine in secret to begin a new adventure. He is looking for powerful people to fight alongside him. Those who pass his test can venture off into the stars with him.
Mission Requirement: LV 60
Mission Period: 5 days
Completion Requirement: Pass Han Xiao's combat test.
Reward: 1 EXP and the qualification to go with Han Xiao on his journey.
_____________________
This instantly caused massive waves among the players.
Everyone had widened eyes as they read through the mission information.
"This is so sudden. Can we now leave the beginner planet‽"
"I can't believe we need to have max level before we can take the test. This is so frustrating!"
Up till now, the players had all been limited to their respective beginner planets, and none were able to travel into space. News of Han Xiao's mission exploded within the present players, and they rushed to release this information onto the forums. The whole of Planet Aquamarine was shocked, and even players on the other planets were talking about this.
The forums were thrown into chaos once more!
Every single player's attention was forcefully wrenched over from the previous competitions to Han Xiao's shocking new mission.
Space in Galaxy was still a complete unknown to the current players, and many were curious and anticipating it. However, everyone was stuck on their beginner planet. Now that news had gotten out about a chance to venture off into the stars, something that should only have been possible in later versions, the players could not help but get more excited than ever.
This was a chance!
If they could follow Han Xiao, they would be able to travel into space much earlier than their peers, giving them massive advantages over the others.
Han Xiao had nonchalantly thrown out a mission with such huge implications that it was like a bomb had gone off. The players realized that Han Xiao had not actually mentioned going into space—rather, this information was revealed by the mission notice. The players were secretly happy as they thought that they had hit the jackpot and were able to glance into Han Xiao's true intentions.
Naturally, Han Xiao had done that on purpose as he was aware of how the players would react. He knew that the players would feel a sense of accomplishment when they saw this. Standing there, he just smiled as he watched everything unfold on the forums.
He was only planning on bringing the pro players, so he obviously needed a plausible excuse and could not be too obvious about it. The maximum level requirement would be able to filter out most of the casual players, while the combat testing could easily be manipulated by him. As long as they could last thirty seconds against him in a fight, they would have passed the test.
With this, he should be able to acquire all the professional talents.
The news very quickly caught the pros' attention. These players were done with their matches and had nothing on their hand. There was still another year before they would fight on the global stage; however, as they were all already maxed out in levels, there was not much that they could do aside from personal training and trying to learn some new skills. Most of the winning teams who had qualified for the next stage were in the same position. But now, Han Xiao had given them a chance to adventure in a brand-new map.
New maps meant countless new possibilities!
These pro players could not have been happier. In their eyes, this was the same as a blessing from God, and this chance could not be missed.
..
On the second day, countless pro players gathered in the Sanctuary's square. It was like a celebrity red carpet event. These star players dazzled the crowd as they walked on the road.
"Oh right. A while ago, wasn't there a similar scene a while ago when Black Phantom started selling advanced knowledge?"
"There are still recordings of that time, but things are on a much bigger scale this time. Basically, all the pro players on Planet Aquamarine have come here today."
"Both events have something to do with Black Phantom…"
The matches had just drawn to a close, and most players were still in the Sanctuary. This was one of the reasons that Han Xiao had chosen this time to announce the mission.
Soon, a bunch of people had accepted the mission. Han Xiao walked back a bit to make some space and randomly chose a pro player who he did not recognize and said, "Hold for thirty seconds, and you pass."
About a thousand people had accepted the mission, and they all discussed among themselves as they watched.
"Thirty seconds can't be that difficult right," said the Second Prince. "Even if I went one on one against a level sixty Boss in the wild, I could at least survive for a few minutes."
Li Ge looked at the time and shook his head. "Thirty seconds for everyone is quite long."
As the players chatted, the players and the pros all used [Detect] on Han Xiao to get some basic information.
_____________________
Han Xiao (?)
Level: ?
Type: ?
Danger scale: Extremely Dangerous
_____________________
"It's all question marks‽" Everyone's faces suddenly changed.
They had all reached Version 1.0's level cap, and when they used the same ability on the other Boss-level NPCs, they could at least see some of the target's basic info such as character level and character type. However, they could not see anything when using it on Han Xiao. There was even a question mark on his basic identity. He had to be at least five levels higher than them, right?
Ever since maxing out their levels, they had never encountered something like this!
Just how high was Black Phantom's level‽


What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? 
What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC - you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched! 
What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? 
Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life's knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

1013, Italy, Rome.
" Tell me Benoît, what is god ? " ask Sammael, in the last decade he didn't change physically at all but he's more gracious, more elegant.
" God is everything, the beginning and the end, he is creation incarnate, the light in the dark. His compassion is unlimited and his anger destroy anything in is path." answer confidently Benoît a gentle expression on his face.
" Why do you ask this question Sammael ? " ask Benoît his eyebrows raised, listening attentively to the answer.
" I am simply curious to know your point of view on the question of god, considering your position you should know him well. " respond Sam with amusement.
" Personally I think that there is no god, and if there is one, then this being certainly isn't preoccupied by us. No, I think that we are god in a much smaller scale but the progress is unstoppable. Capable of creation and destruction only limited by our fear, our morality and our lack of foresight. " revealed Sam to Benoît who stand up his face distorted by fury.
" Blasphemy ! Are you possessed to even think of these words " say Benoît almost screaming.
" Will you control yourself. This is a pathetic show of your numerable flaws. " reply Sam moving so fast he seem to disappear and reappear in front of Benoît.
After observing closely his face for a few seconds Sam establish eye contact. 
" Forget everything related to me. " say Sammael compelling Benoît to forget. Using his speed he get out of the magnificent church and disappear in the street of Rome.
Back in his confortable house Sam contemplate the answer he received from Benoît.
" I can only hope the next pope is more interesting and open to philosophical debate. Teofilatto is a disappointment. " say Sammael thinking out loud.
1049, England. 
On a mountain surrounded by large plains, a castle stood proudly and in very good state. Inside the castle there is a library, the favorite place of Sam if we don't take in consideration his laboratory where he experiment on the reaction of different materials when in contact with others a practice called Alchemy or the new term "chemistry". Inside the library, bookshelves filled with scrolls, books of all kind but mostly with the books on sciences he bought at a high price , a bookshelf in particular is containing only spell books, grimoires and other works on magic. 
His reading combined with his experiments push his knowledge of magic at a higher level than his mother Esther. Probably on par with Qetsiyah if not above her. 
His advance in his studies of sciences and magic lead to made him realize the connection between the two, while numerous rules still escape his perception, in a few centuries he will have discover a number of them, the complexity of magic require time to understand it in its entirety so it not surprising. 
He doubt anyone except him made this discovery. The witches being too much focus on their beliefs and preconceived ideas to push the boundaries.
He developed two theories on magic and its source. 
The first one : magic or cosmic energy, is inextricably linked to the universe, it is a part of it, but it could also be the surplus of energy generated by the universe. It could have been released in the very first moment of existence of the universe.
The second : reality or the fabric of the universe is written in a sort of code, a language invisible but all around us, magic would only be the manipulation of this code to rewrite reality, to obtain the intended result the rules must be follow or terrible consequences are to be expected. Cause and effect. 
Of course it is only theories, for now he can't prove neither of the two, more knowledge is needed. Sammael stop twirling his glass of blood and finish it in one go. Standing up he make a hand gesture and the stake that was put on the shelf fly to his hand.
Inspecting it Sam can feel the magic inside, a indescribable gleam pass in his black eyes. 
" This imperfection need to be fixed, I want to see all, to witness everything, to know all there is to know. " echoes the voice of Sammael in the library, it was said with an unnerving calmness but a tremendous ambition is hidden in the meaning. 
1078, New world*, Native village of the Mikaelson.
Unbeknownst to all the locals, a predator is among them, a being who do not operate under any law or belief in right or wrong. Cold, calculating eyes scan and analyze everything around. Tonight is the night, so much years of time dedicated to this objective. Sammael see a woman a little bit more appetizing than the rest, he follow her and grab her. 
" Do not make a sound. " he compel her, bite her neck and start drinking her blood. When he hunt he sometimes play a little with his meal but tonight his mind is cold, unfeeling, an indifference total about everything and everyone except himself. Only his will to follow the plan exist.
At first glance it look like his usual self but right now for what he is about to do in 2 hour and 4 minutes he had to use extreme mesure to ensure the success. 
55 minutes later. 
In a clearing, Sammael drew complex figures geometric and symbols on the ground, behind him 36 poor souls being in a coma state induced by magic. 
Finishing the last triangle, Sam dispose the lifes he prepared for this instant, each at a precise point creating a perfect harmony with the drawings. In the center the stake of white oak is in a container full of the blood of a doppelganger, a special blood very hard to acquire, multiples locator spells was needed, he found a double but his suprise it was a man, he'll have to resaerch who is the original. Standing in the center beside the stake, Sammael wait for the last piece of the puzzle. 
9 minutes later. 
Looking up Sam watch the last piece reveal itself to him. Without wasting a second he start casting the spell. Meanwhile in the sky, if you know what you're looking at, you could only describe it as breathtaking and a testimony to the immensity of the universe. 
An alignement of planets, hide in part by a partial eclipse, the power furnish by the celestial event make all the drawings shine with an eerie light. 
Sammael start the hardest part of the ritual, the energy he have to manipulate is enormous, it is only possible by his capacity of siphoner and his impressive control over magic. 
" Ortus atque Obitus. " begin Sam. 
" Integrum Praegressus. " while he continue the spell, the energy of the 36 souls begin to rise in the air. 
" Lunae Virtute. " the 12 werewolves are drain of their powers, pure energy due to their young age rush to the stake and empower it, the blood starting to get absorb by it. 
" Virtutis Solaris. " the energy just as pure of the 12 vampires rush at the stake, the container is now almost empty of blood, the stake begin to glow and a large quantity of energy is suck inside, the color of the stake changing to red. 
" Universae Potestatis. " 12 witches with a very high aptitude for magic suffer the same fate, their energy used to nourish the stake a last time making it overflowing with power and totally fused with the magical blood of doppelganger. 
" Aeterna Vulvam. " casting the last part of the spell Sammael let out a tired sigh, the difficulty was enormous, the mental strain simply horrible, channeling so much energy and keeping control of it require an immortal body, if a mortal were to attempt he would disintegrate instantly under the weigh of so much power. 
Even Sam with his immortality was only able to do it thanks to his ability to siphon magic allowing him to cut in half the strain of the ritual. 
Walking toward the stake, his indifferent state of mind start to crack, the feeling of pure pride to have accomplished something this unique, he constructed the ritual alone, decades of hard work coming to reality. The patience needed and the will to realize his vision is inhumane.
But as he indulge himself in his pride and happiness, another crack appear when he witness the consequences of playing god. 36 deaths, werewolves, witches and vampires no older than 16 months all of them looking like drained husk, emptied of life, he has transformed 12 innocents and pure being into something perverting human nature. 
He feel bile rise up, and his gag reflex activate, which within a vampire should be impossible. 
" This is not the place or the time to be drown by emotions ! Stay focus on the task. " say Sammael to himself, closing and sealing the cracks returning to the indifference resulting of cutting himself from his emotions.
The stake just in front of him he take it in his left hand, the feeling of the stake on his skin is incredible, its pulsating in power. Looking at this object of beauty, Sammael aim it at his heart.
" There was no god. " chuckle Sam with an unreadable look. He stab himself in the heart and start to mumify, his body falling on the ground dead.
An hour later.
In the same clearing were used to be the home of the Mikaelson, the first vampires came to life, now this ritual Sammael performed left a mark on this land.These 2 acts and all the previous powerful spells used here change this place in a fundamental way making it a nexus, a place charge in big quantity of magic.
At the center of the magic symbols, the body of Sam start twitching.
Suddenly he wakes up and take a deep breath, after a moment to regain clarity, he stand up and walk out of the circle, grabbing a bag made in leather, he take out a jar full of blood and dranks all of it.
For the next minutes he scrutinizes the changes brought by the ritual, his magic have increase a lot. Wanting to test it, Sam wave his right arm. 
Every trace of the ritual taking place burn up until remains only ashes.
As for the stake it was destroyed after he stabbed himself with it, the stake transferred its energy to him and modified the immortality spell his mother put on him, the stake simply evaporate when it lost all its power. 
Not wanting to stay any longer in case someone sense the disturbance caused by the ritual, Sammael begin to run, however he never run this fast, a hundreds of meters parcoured in less time that it would have take before.
Riding his horse, Sam check the improvements he received, his strength, speed and all his vampiric powers seemed to have been sublimate. His reserve of magic have more than ever but it'll take time to regain the level of control he had. 
What he gained is not negligible, like earlier, with a wave of his arm and a strong intent it was enough to burn everything in the clearing. 
Touching the chest area were he stabbed himself, he hum with satisfaction about the most important change. 
His immortality. His previous state had a mortal weakness to the white oak but now he is truly immortal, even the sun no longer have an effect on him. His ritual also respected the rules of magic, as such nature accept his new self as a part of reality, the balance was not broken therefore no doppelganger of him will came to be. 
4 months later. 
Sam has already adapt to the changes, the unexpected one were an increase in mental abilities, he exhibit a form of minor telepathy he can hear thoughts but he have to focus his attention on it completely . His hypnosis no longer need eye contact, if he is close enough and will it, he can compel anyone. For people under vervain it's a little bit harder, for werewolves and witches it depends on the mental strenghts. 
His strength, speed, reflexes like he had deducted was increased. 
His biggest fear were his emotions, after stabbing himself, he realised the change made to his personality. Some may say the he evolved other that he lose a part of his soul. 
He prefer the first option if he have to chose, before the ritual his body almost forced an instectual reaction to the strong emotions he felt, but after... The shame he felt, the disgust for the sacrifice he committed in his own name were gone.
Only the pride and happiness stayed, it seem the more you evolve the more you feel detached from human convention and morality. This is the conclusion Sammael made. 
" Prepare my carriage, I think a trip would be perfect don't you ? " order Sam to one of his servant.

Sammael Mikaelson, the original heretic will stop at nothing to obtain what he want. Omniscience, possessing all knowledge existing. Isn't that a wonderful goal ?

"Head's up!"
The warning may have been more effective if I hadn't been napping, but anytime I used a bus, I would fall asleep.  There was something about riding the bus that lulled me into slumber, it didn't matter what kind of bus or what the destination was; I was rarely able to stay awake a few moments once the bus started moving.
Jim and Eric had been horsing around, nothing strange for them.  They were the school jocks, and would often jostle, joke, or in this case, toss a football back and forth.  I'm not sure how the ball wound up heading in my direction, but the warning came too late and my nose began bleeding from the impact.  My eyes watered up as I woke enough to understand what was going on and that my nose may have been broken.
My anger at Jim and Eric had barely manifested before my vision that was already seeing double began seeing a blue box.
[System initializing…]
[Working…]
[Known Gods and Demons identified…]
[Building database…]
[Determining beginning stats…]
[Building class selection…]
[Adjusting Rank requirements…]
[Introducing Dungeons…]
[Adapting planetary resources…]
[Restoring Landmass designation: Atlantis…]
[Creating safe zones…]
[Progress 57% complete…]
[Absorbing waste materials…]
[Building monster and beast lexicon…]
[Creating Zone Levels…]
[Populating zones…]
[Modifying physical reactions of matter…]
[Inhibiting Nuclear and Explosive reactions…]
[Modifying Electrical and Communication Grids…]
[Progress 97% complete…]
[System Initiation complete.]
[Beginning Character Creation.]
My new life began for the second time with an opening cut scene.  I say a second time because I've been here before.  The ball hitting my face.  System initiation.  As I woke fully, I remembered.  I knew what was about to happen, the choices I and the rest of the world were about to be given, and how our choices changed our lives forever.
And it all began because of the man in the cut scene that was being projected to every individual around the world.  Prince Teigh Mac de Beleros y Cyronax had succeeded in a quest.  The System had tasked him to deal with and close CERN.  A human experiment that allowed man to test a hypothesis about the nature of physics and the truth behind reality.
CERN had been emitting particles that crossed dimensions, and in the world, he lived, those particles had been used to corrupt and introduce a virus to the System that governed the laws and rules for that set limits on those that inhabited the Universe.  Teigh's actions had accidentally introduced System to Earth and would wake the Gods.
All of this was familiar to me.  The path I had taken before.  A classer leveling a warrior.  I had made my choices based on popular computer and app games I was familiar with.  But those choices had been a bad fit for me.  It soon became obvious that it takes more than a few button mashing skills, more than nimble fingers to be an effective warrior.
And without a healer, leveling was a slow, tedious grind of fetch and carry quests and farming mobs that barely gave any experience because of level difference.
Once the cut scene was over, and an explanation had been given for what came next, reality changed.  I didn't feel myself moving, but one second, I had been bleeding on the bus heading to school, and the next I was in a white space.  A place of billowing fog with nothing else, at least nothing that I could see or detect until the System began integration.
[Select Race -]
I ignored the prompt for now, trying to understand what was happening to me.  Twenty years in the future, after spending most of those years frustrated, vainly attempting to level, I made the foolish decision to attempt a dungeon that was out of my league, a dungeon above my level.  I'd thought the mix of healers and focused damage dealers taking part in the raid would allow us to kill anything we came across quickly enough that the level disparity wouldn't make much of a difference.
I had been wrong. We had survived the first pack of roaming mobs.  But when we came to an intersection and a bad pull along with the mage's fireball splash damage had hit a neutral pack, we were swarmed. I tried to contain the mobs and did manage to pull aggro, but the healer and the rest of the party decided to cut their losses and run leaving me in the lurch once I'd established control.
For most, their actions came as no surprise, pick up groups often devolved into acrimony, recriminations, and fights between members.  But one of the people who abandoned me was Kristine.  We had been childhood sweethearts, and although that relationship had long passed, we did remain close friends. 
Her decision to run was logical, it was what she did as she was running that was the true betrayal and got me killed.  She activated a magical ward that set up a barrier and barred the passageway.  The spell wasn't intuitive enough to recognize friend from foe; it was a physical manifestation for protection, a gift of power from the God she had decided to worship as part of her [Priest] class.
With no way past once she had set it, and I was swarmed under by the dungeon mobs, and death no matter how gamelike the world seemed, it did not come with respawns.  I hadn't chosen a Pantheon in the twenty years I'd worked on leveling, I should have.  The bonuses that the Tuatha de Danaan Pantheon offered were amazing buffs, the experience multiplier that was awarded to those that selected the faction was a benefit that none of the other Gods could offer.
I'd allowed my character to default to the Judeo-Christian religion, but no one had realized how important Pantheon selection would be during creation.  The System only announced that those that worshiped the Gods of Teigh Mac de Beleros y Cyronax would receive certain buffs.
I wasn't sure what had happened.  I had died, but why had I returned to the past?  I didn't remember being given the choice, no Divine being allowing me to turn back time and return to where it all started, but I was going to take advantage of this opportunity.  With a lifetime of knowledge, a life of lessons learned the hard way, I could make choices in character creation that would allow me to survive and flourish,  choices that would change the trajectory of my life. 
I knew spawn spots, dungeon guides, the best places to farm loot drops, I'd studied Internet discussion about builds slavishly, hoping to find a way to improve my circumstances.  The most powerful people and their classes had been immortalized in a deck of cards that shared their build with everyone.  
An entire industry devoted to following and maintaining databases that detailed every nuance and choose those who reached the height of power had made.  A Magic the Gathering gaming event had been formed around those playing cards that had been assigned damage multipliers based on real-world stats, skills, and spells.
The System had left most of the infrastructure in place when it initialized.  So power, the Internet,  communications remained available.  There was a System imposed quest to rebuild and adapt utilities to a magic-based power grid.  The increase in the planet's surface, required that adaption even if System hadn't made it mandatory.
I never did understand how cities and towns that were moved, their new location determined based on zone levels, managed to stay connected to power grids and cable lines.  I just chalked it up to magic and took for granted that technology still worked, grateful that computers still operated.
There were people who created builds that allowed them to exploit that tech, capable of wading through giga-realms of bytes and compiling detailed lists that contained information about quests, skills, spells, stats, classes, and races.
The re-introduction of lost people like the Atlanteans were given a fantasy twist.  The continent was restored to Earth but remained submerged.  Residents were able to breathe water as well as air and had the strongest affinity to magic related to water and mind.
Telepathy and telekinesis were essential skills when living under the waves where sound and language was hard to transmit.  It made the species some of the most powerful mentalists in the new world.  They also received an experience buff, not as generous as those received by worshippers of the Tuatha de Danaan, but a buff that stacked. 
All the lost races and civilizations received that stacking buff. 
The world had increased in size, expanded, and eclipsed that of both Jupiter and Saturn.  A combined 40 billion miles squared at the equator.  It allowed those civilizations and races that were introduced enough isolation to grow and prosper before they were forced to deal with human greed.  Something hard to do when the entire world was saturated with Internet capabilities.
Once enough data had been shared people discovered that character creation was more important than they believed.  Boons were available if you made the correct choice.  A lot of min/maxing and theory crafting went into discussions that often became contentious as one person or another spouted a theory and idea on what the best 'build' would be.
Children that came of age and got access to the System at sixteen were often screwed because they decided to believe the hype over the latest trend.  There was a month when every child who reached character creation locked their choice into a hybrid beast race, a mix of Panda and Lhasa Apso a breed of dog.  The combination gave the appearance of Ewok's, a furry race of small people based on a movie.  Unfortunately, they had none of the strengths of dwarfs or any of the other small races.
Very few of the children who matured that month managed to survive.  It forced the caretakers to put restrictions in place so that children would not make the same mistakes in the future.
After that, people who posted theories and data were required to track their past comments and certify authenticity, upvotes, and supporting evidence.  In the end, those people who managed to gain a Gold class certificate had loyal followings.  Their ideas were data-centric and verifiably proven.
That knowledge allowed me to make choices during character creation this time, which would make for a stronger character.  I had often wondered what I would have done differently if I could turn back time and start my new life under the System over again.
Now I would find out if those theories I'd poured over and considered would make a difference, or if destiny and fate were inviolable.  I hoped not; I hoped that I decided how I would live and grow, not the whims of Fate.

Death is not the end.  But actions do have consequences and based on how you lived your life, second chances are possible.  

I was given a second chance.  I could choose how to reincarnate, who to be, and what Universal constants would impact my next life. 

Who wouldn't try to game the system and take all the advantages possible?

And when I learned that creatures of mythology, the ancient Gods; Olympians, Asgardians, Sidhe, lived and ruled, how could I resist?

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There was, of course, another reason Dyon thought about this. If there was anything body cultivation related that would be set in place to detect and trigger something, it would have to be this equivalent, no? Maybe the reason array alchemy was so poor in this time was because people relied more on this form law bending instead! 

Dyon immediately started rifling through his master's memories. He knew that his master had some information on magic, albeit a small amount. Maybe she also had some information on this body cultivation equivalent. After all, his master was a beast at the end of the day. An array alchemy equivalent for body cultivation might be easier for her to grasp, so she might have studied it more. Dyon thought that this was a good possibility since beasts tend to have weak souls, but powerful bodies. 

In truth, the Celestial Deer was a Totem beast of the celestial deer sect. The Celestial Deer Clan and Sect were two completely different existences. The former was a family of beasts that was befriended by the founder of the latter. Because of various great deeds performed, the Celestial Deer Clan agreed to become the protectors of the sect. This was a story for another time, but the important aspect were that the celestial deer didn't start off as array alchemy intensive beasts, it was just that their unique crystal will made array alchemy many times easier. 

That said, celestial deer also had slightly better soul talent than most beasts. This was because of another unique will of theirs: Celestial will. Because of its purifying effects, it had subtle effects on Life Essence which in turn had good effects on the soul. 

This was all to say that Dyon found the likelihood of his master using this body cultivation equivalent to grasp more difficult concepts of array alchemy that a beast might not have the talent to understand to be very likely. 

Suddenly, what he was looking for flashed in Dyon's mind: Runic Veins. The practice was also colloquially known as Rune making, Totem forging, and those who practiced it were known as Rune Masters. 

Dyon was highly intrigued because just this discovery told him so much about how the martial world and the universe's laws worked. He also suddenly understood why the Dragon King told him that the Demon Sage was too arrogant to ever absorb the blood essence of anyone else. If what he was seeing was true, if one believed in yourself enough, there would be no need to do such a thing! 

Much like magic and array alchemy, runic vein theory was capable of changing the laws of the universe on a scale dependent on the user's mastery of the discipline. However, unlike the former two, it did so by using the theories surrounding the creation of living things. 

To Runic Vein purists, the foundation of all life was blood, while the foundation of blood were the veins it coursed through. According to its theory, every detail of a body can be decided by its veins. 

If a person had particularly good stamina, it was likely they had more capillaries surrounding their lungs, allowing for better oxygen exchange. If a person was particularly strong, their network of veins would be more robust and thick walled, allowing for faster blood movement, thus supplementing the muscles with more energy, while also doing away with toxins that slowed their uses. If a person was particularly intelligent, their blood brain barrier would be much more complex, thus allowing faster thought due to energy provided. 

For a person who was quite familiar with the human body, much of this was pseudo science to Dyon. In truth, there were half truths mixed in with nonsensical lies. For example, while more blood flow in the brain would allow things like more energy and better waste management, without better neuron connectivity, it would mostly go wasted. 

However, while Dyon understood this, he wasn't apt to underestimate Runic Veins. This was because when you delved further into the theory, it seemed to imply that the resultant betterment of bodily functions were entirely due to the structure of the veins. This meant that maybe it meant that better neuron connectivity was a direct result of the vein system that was capable of supporting it. 

Dyon was immediately intrigued. This Runic Vein theory was essentially telling him that if he mastered it well enough, he could change the capabilities of any living thing? What if he applied this theory to his array alchemy, it might even be able to lower to requirements for creating higher level plants! 

Thinking to this point, another wild idea flashed by in Dyon's mind. 

Array Alchemy was supposedly created by his grand teacher's first disciple. Although it existed in an exceptionally crude form in this time, it couldn't match up to his senior brother at all, not even remotely. However, the expressed purpose was to save the universe, yet it had failed even to this day… Even someone as powerful as his grand teacher wasn't able to create a universe with his knowledge of Array Alchemy… 

With Dyon's arrogance, he didn't allow this to stop him. He believed that one day he would surpass his grand teacher and thus be able to do things he couldn't. However… What if his grand teacher didn't fail because he wasn't good enough? What if his grand teacher failed because array alchemy was flawed? And what if those flaws could be covered by magic and runic veins?

"You're too arrogant."

To Dyon, it seemed as though these words were heard all the time.

However, how could these people possibly know of all his hard work? Of the fact that sleep was but a distant relative of his. How could they know that he never had a single moment to rest. 

And yet, despite their ignorance, they still said, "you're too arrogant..."

But where were those people when a five-year-old Dyon's eyes shone looking at a computer screen filled with code? Where were those people when an eight-year-old Dyon played his piano and plucked his guitar strings until his fingers bled... needing to vent his feelings about his lost mother without bothering his fatigued father? Where were those people when Dyon sat alone at ten-years-old… when his parents were gone, and the only thing left was a room filled with inventions and computers?

Dyon's arrogance wasn't borne of thin air. It was his hard work. It was his shield. And he wasn't willing to give it up...

Now alone, he left his home behind. 

He was no longer the boy genius who changed the human mortal realm. He was now nothing but a commoner, a bug noble families saw fit to step on. An insignificant existence. 

And yet, Dyon was still the same unchanging person. Standing tall, his eyes firm and his will indomitable.  

This so-called Martial World would come to understand the meaning behind his existence...



**Excerpt** 
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"You're quite bold for a girl who's almost been recluse for her whole life you know," Dyon said chuckling.

"Little sister Delia and Meiying probably think so too, but you've been in my heart since the opening ceremony. Maybe not exactly in this way… But sometimes a foot in the door for a long time leads to a fully open one, no?"

Dyon smiled, 'it seems like she's been watching from afar for a long time… it must be lonely being in that room with Libro all the time.'

Dyon felt a delicate hand playing with his collar, "the truth is that I'm always playing the gentle big sister role, mostly because I have no idea how much longer I'll have the chance to…"

The vulnerability in her voice made Dyon tremble. Madeleine was so strong, yet it seemed even martial artists had their weaknesses too. 

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RMW happens to be the very first novel I've ever written. I have to admit that the first volume requires a lot of work. However, from the second volume onward I am confident in saying that it becomes a ride just as enjoyable as some of the best wuxia novels available. If you happen to read that far, and disagree, feel free to join our discord and call me an idiot for wasting your time, LMAO. I hope you guys stick it out to the end 

The projection of the Atomic Universe was deep and profound. Elements were dissecting and particles were gathering all the time, presenting a superposition of destruction and creation. It did not collapse even when it was faced with the Thunder Hell but created a bizarre view inside the narrow library together with it."
Fernando was briefly stunned. "You're almost level-three legendary… The feedback of the real world because of the probabilistic explanation of the wave function?"
He still remembered Lucien's solemn face when he declared that 'determinism must die'.
"Yes." Lucien nodded his head and took out two papers. "Together with 'A Probabilistic Explanation of the Wave Function', they constitute the foundation of quantum mechanics. That is the basic law of the microworld."
"'A Heuristic Narration on the Uncertainty Principle', 'The Commutative Principle of Waves and Particles'…" Veins bulged out of Fernando's forehead when he read 'uncertainty', which reminded him of 'probability', a concept that should be sent to hell!
"…A pair of non-commutation values cannot be determined at the same time. If you know one of them accurately, the other will definitely be uncertain. For example, if you completely grasp the speed and mass of an electron, you will lose track of it and cannot discover it at any location…"
The first paper was on matrix mechanics that Fernando was familiar with. However, apart from a mathematical interpretation, Lucien also gave specific arcane significance as a response to the arcanists who had been criticizing matrix mechanics for its lack of actual significance.
However, Fernando would rather the arcana significance did not exist!
That was because it denied their effort to explore the world again. In the end, we will never learn the specific information of an electron no matter how hard we try? Grasping one's quality accurately will inevitably result in the uncertainties of the other quality?
The uncertain, probabilistic microscopic particles were the cornerstones of the matter that constructed the whole world. So, matter was also uncertain and probabilistic? Made of matter, were people uncertain and probabilistic, too?
It was almost the most absurd and hilarious theory?
Thinking for a moment, Fernando said gloomily, "It is caused by observation? Microscopic particles are too small and can easily be disturbed, so all our observations will cause them to change. That's why we cannot grasp the value changed by the other value when we determine it?"
He could more or less accept such an explanation, because it would mean that the two values could still be measured, and the world would still be observable, not full of probabilities as Lucien described!
Thinking for a moment, Lucien sighed, "My conclusion is inferred through mathematical approaches based on the premises. That is to say, nothing else is involved. So, the uncertainty principle is an intrinsic quality of the microscopic particles that has nothing to do with observation methods. As for why they show such a quality, we will still need to work on it."
Fernando's face had blushed a long time ago. The veins on his forehead were protruding, and the wind blew even faster. The dark and depressing atmosphere had completely blocked the bright rays of light.
Finally, he managed to contain himself and began to read Lucien's last paper. The first part of the paper made him feel better, because it was the tale that Lucien described before, about the blind who touched the dragon! Since the microscopic particles could not be perceived for real, they could only be described by the experiment results, even though the results were contradictory to each other.
However, Lucien then described the uncertainty principle as a fundamental law caused by the wave-particle duality with the notion: when the particle feature was more obvious, the wave feature would be gone, and vice versa. They were also a pair of non-commutation values.
The three papers constructed a self-consistent logic explanation that revealed the law of matrix mechanics and the microscopic domain, but such a law was definitely not something Fernando would like to see!
Boom!
Thunder that was countless times louder than just now burst out. Fernando stared at Lucien in the eyes, with electric arcs bouncing in his pupils. The terrible view of arriving chaos even appeared in his left eye.
Lightning struck the library and destroyed the bookshelves.
"If the initial statuses cannot strictly determine the subsequent development of matters, and if the microscopic domain is full of uncertainties, our world will be even more chaotic and disordered than Abyssal Maw. It's impossible for us to live and consider!"
A torrential rain poured down, but it was eclipsed after it entered the vast universe.
Lucien seemed to be standing at the center of the boundless Atomic Universe. He said in a low voice, "The determinism in a broader sense met difficulties in the N-body problem a long time ago. As for the microscopic domain, it's a place where the original concepts have to be abandoned. The uncertainties in the microscopic domain do not mean the uncertainties of the macroscopic world."
The N-body problem was an astrophysical notion. Its simplified version was the three-body problem. To wit, in a system made of three planets, because of their complicated influences on each other, it was in fact impossible to calculate their accurate trajectories. One could only get the solutions of certain moments in certain parts, which was in violation of determinism. However, in the school of astrology most believed that it was only because the current mathematics were not developed enough yet.
"Why are there so many differences between microscope and macroscope?" Fernando roared even more terrifying than the thunder.
Surrounded by the elemental planets, Lucien replied, "That's exactly what we need to work on."
"You don't know anything, and everything needs to be worked on, and you are bold enough to raise such a theory?" Fernando was even more infuriated, which had caused the weather changes around. Hellen, who was supervising the Allyn magic tower, had noticed the anomaly and informed Douglas and the other grand arcanists, fearing that she might not be able to get things under control on her own.
Lucien stepped forward in the profound projection of the universe. "This conclusion is based on the experiments so far. It matches the other theories and phenomena in the microscopic domain most!"
"Even if it is wrong, it should not be disapproved by the obsolete theories but by the new experiments!"
As he spoke, Lucien pushed his monocle.
"Master, calm down first. Devise an experiment to falsify it."
Fernando understood that it was only Lucien's explanation, in which only the uncertainty principle was inferred rigorously. Therefore, he managed to get his emotions back under control after a few breaths, before he declared aloud.
"I can't and I will never accept your theory. I can't agree that our world is built on dice!"
The thunderstorm stopped, but the wind was still blowing, exactly like what was on Fernando's mind. It was even more depressing for Lucien than the previous doomsday view. "Has my teacher, who always supported and protected me, taken the other side on this 'path', too?"
At this moment, Hellen walked in and asked in suspicion, "What happened here?"
Douglas, Brook, Hathaway, Oliver and Vicente arrived in one minute. If Fernando and Lucien had a fight, the whole Allyn would probably be destroyed.
Fernando snorted and pointed at the paper on the desk. "Copy them and read them for yourself. Remember, it's still only Lucien's dream talking and must not be taken seriously!"
Even Douglas was more or less scared when they saw the papers on the desk. After hearing Fernando's explanation, and seeing that he was still standing in one piece, they finally copied the papers and browsed through them.
After a long time, the library became dark again, and a cosmos where planets collapsed and destruction enshrouded everything. Oliver said coldly, "Absurd. This is utter nonsense! This is entirely different from the world in reality! It can only exist in dreams!"
The magnetic field twisting the surroundings with the dancing electric currents, Brook also said solemnly, "We cannot observe the uncertainties of matter in reality. It is safe to say that, if we can observe them, it will mean that our very existence is ridiculous and contradictory to it!"
Boom!
The noise of collapsing was even more horrifying than thunder!
In the library, more and more complicated, unbelievable views surfaced.
Clear, delicate and translucent snowflakes dropped, bringing in unimaginable frigidness, mixed with Hellen's intermittent murmur, "Experiment results… Determinism… Prophecies are probabilistic… Matters are probabilistic… The world is also probabilistic?" Even she could barely control her own feelings and emotional changes anymore. 
Spots of elements blossomed like colorful flowers, which gathered into a torrent. Indifferently, Hathaway read the paper, her eyes unfocused, as if she were looking at the experiment data in her laboratory far, far away. "Probabilistic? Then, all the laws will be wrong…"
A cold and silent desert, with monuments standing everywhere, arrived. The two needle-like spots of redness jumped intensely on Vicente's face, as he said, "If the wave function of an electron is a probability wave and a superposition of all their possible locations, something terrible will happen. It will result in the loss of objectivity and actuality, and we have never observed such terrible things in reality yet. At the very least, we exist here for real."
A hazy mountain and a rippling lake that were as beautiful as the real world appeared, pacifying all the weird views except for the electric currents.
Under countless brilliant stars, Douglas was unusually rigorous. "We believe in arcana instead of gods because it encourages us to observe and consider things with the law of causality. We believe that a unified law is behind all the natural phenomena, which influences different things with its variations. The foundation of everything I said is the reasonableness and comprehensibility of the world."
"Even though all the observations so far are probabilistic, I still maintain that a definite cause, not an intrinsic quality, leads to such probabilities.
"Lucien, the truth of the world is no dice!"
As the starlight dangled down, the dark shadow of gravity caused heavy depression, resulting in the reduction of space.
"That's right! The truth of the world is no dice!" Oliver shouted, almost losing his cool and turning into 'roaring Fernando'.
Brook also nodded in approval. "The truth of the world is not dice!"
"Do you hear that? The truth of the world is not dice!" Fernando roared again.
Together with their declaration, the destructive storm, the collapsing planets, the twisted magnetic field, the lighting bolts and the curved space burst out again.
BOOM!
"…The truth of the world is not dice!"
In the roars, the sentence came at him like Light of Judgment.
The Atomic Universe appeared again, and Eternal Blaze generated by fusions in the infinite space drove away the depression and darkness.
Standing at the center of the illusionary universe, Lucien shook his head. "Mr. President, master, Mr. Brook, Oliver…"
After a brief pause, he fought back with an even firmer voice:
"Don't stipulate what the truth of the world is and what it is not!"


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

Collectively speaking, the imagination of all intelligent life was underdeveloped.
It was another matter entirely when compared to the unicellular, multicellular lifeforms, beasts or even the dead, but generally speaking, the imagination of all intelligent life was restrained.
However, it was not actually a flaw. Imagination was a tool with which humans linked and fused different aspects, a model with which inspiration was gained and new things were created. It has to be restrained in the first place to conceptualize things that were practical and useful for daily lives instead of diverging to contemplate things wilder than dreams—for instance, such as how lower-ranked people would have imagined worlds beyond theirs despite an empty stomach to guess if aliens existed, imagine some useless social hierarchy, or create an ultimate nemesis of unbelievable power.
Was there a purpose? the many races of Stellaris would often think. How are the entities beyond the world connected to me? Considering the breadth of the galaxy and the universe, there's nothing that can reach me—it's better to change myself, my environment, my world, and think about how to fill my stomach than to think about that. Even imagining getting a promotion or raise tomorrow could be psychologically benefitting.
But unfortunately, there were times when reality was stranger than fiction—or dreams, for that matter.
One fine day, light beyond the world shined on as starfaring warships hovered above skyscrapers, and the once stable reality bent.
As countless primitive species were forcibly groomed at the hands of the Stellar Guard into starfaring civilizations…
As employees' complaints about empty stomachs and demanding employers were overwhelmed by the substantial amount of basic resources brought by advanced technology….
As primitive civilization, doctrine, and thought were left in dire straits and was about to crumble under the sudden advancement of technology…
What they faced was an ultimate foe with such exaggerated settings that not even science fiction authors would have utilised: The Evil Gods of Chaos, capable of corrupting the entire Universe. And not just one, but a few of them.
Empty stomach? Genetic technology could have one person's crop yield feed ten thousand. No aliens? The many different shapes and sizes of starfaring ships answered that clearly. Useless social hierarchy? Apologies, it was useful now—the world was now in an age of Great Unity and would be fully militarized.
What ten thousand individuals amongst the thousands of races would never have imagined was now fundamental truth. Such was what most ordinary races and civilizations experienced on Stellaris. 
They once kept themselves uninvolved and unconcerned with the future, believing that their superiors would have kept the skies from falling and the universe to always have a place for them, given its vastness. Reality simply shattered that fantasy and told them that they were not alone, that civilizations were not islands and that they had to be responsible for their own destinies, for a formless chain connected all life from the beginning to the end.
In the silent darkness of the universe, the colossal silver star distorted its own rays to distort level space, hanging alone beyond a thousand stars and watching them. "What a massive chain," he then murmured in wonder. While waiting for his partner, Joshua observed all of Stellaris in a unique perspective: all ordinary light was blocked, and only two lights shone against a dark background. One was the radiance of life, and the other was a composite of intelligence, soul, and imagination—psionic illumination that changed the physical through spirit.
It was as if all of Stellaris was massive silver-blue net like no other, having white particles that were living planets, settlements of the universe. The net itself was the raw form of Soul Cycles, the integrated form of all Psi in the world—the winding, profound manifested form of a serpent, a chain of destiny that bound all Stellaris realms together.
Joshua was left in awe, able to tell that Star the Steel Python slumbered within the net. It was not unusual that it would never have completely awaken given its mass, and because the bigger one was, the slower one would be. Indeed, only a part of its consciousness would have awoken with a single converging point.
Still, the warrior could see that the net was broken—one-thirds of the universe had been consumed by darkness that attacked relentlessly, destroying one white particle after another, tearing apart the network and consuming the stars, eroding the world away bit by bit into pitch-black remains. No life could remain uninvolved with such threat; all minds and intelligence were connected in destiny.
Joshua could also see that the net was enraged, and retaliating as if it was only natural. Between the net and the countless planets, a swirl of unimaginable size formed, emanating dazzling radiances of different hues—it was the great net of emotion, psionic energies driven by the emotion of infinite lives, ever existing and ever piling.
That was when he noticed a profound psionic power gathered by the net threads closest to himself. Silver-blue light took form in the physical world, and a warm translucent crystal appeared out of nowhere as he switched to ordinary photosensitive organs. Starry blue light wandered within the circular psionic crystal, forming contracted galaxies.
It was an encounter that unfolded in silence.
From the perspective of a bystander, it would have been very unusual: in the darkness of the Void, a silver sphere that distorted light and another translucent blue sphere were whirling in a regular spiral pattern, forming an extraordinary system of binary suns. Both were emanating visible signatures of supernatural powers as well, in order to communicate profoundly and simplistically.
[Welcoming protocols activated: guest from beyond, we are pleased that a champion like you would aid us. We are one of the three major machine intelligence collectives, and you may address us as the Third Curtain or the Beacon of Perpetuity.]
The faint unvoiced psionic presence contained endless information, to which Joshua silently replied with spirit. "It is a pact I have made with Star the Steel Python, and that is why I came when they called."
"The Beacon of Perpetuity… the leader of the Stellar Guard alliance, or at least one of them. With that being the case, I won't spare words in preamble—I want to know why Star the Steel Python is in slumber once again, and why the Evil God invasion has escalated to such a state in just ten years."
[Detailed response: 'Steel Python' has been determined to be the 'Mother of All'. It is the Mother's normal state to be in slumber, having only been known to have awaken partially twice since its birth in observable universal history. It should be asleep, which benefits all life.]
[Analysis: The escalating invasion is due to the awareness of all life in regards to the presence of Chaos, Evil Gods, and the Evil God spawns' building of large teleporting openings called the Permanent Void Anchor Points. There are also more than thirty-one species of Evil God spawns and more than five entities resembling Evil Gods clones, the most active of them being codenamed 'Pestilence'. However, their invasion has been delayed with the destruction of the Permanent Void Anchor Points.]
The Beacon of Perpetuity's response was simple and easy to understand without excesses, and was easy for Joshua to communicate with. It then asked, [Information: The archives state your name as Joshua van Racliffe, an Extraordinary individual of the Perpetuator class (Legendary novice to intermediate) who once appeared to the Midgardians. Identity confirmed, present ability determined to surpass Endless Light (Legendary advanced and above). Your rate of ascension surpasses every record of Extraordinary individuals archived.]
[Inquiry protocol: Could you be the Heir of ( )? Are you from the same world as ( )? We must confirm that detail before proceeding.]
( )?
Blank? What does that mean?
Joshua paused puzzledly for a moment at the Beacon of Perpetuity's question, before understanding what it meant at once.
The blank could have been the Sage's name.
To be fair, everyone else, including even the Seven Gods to World Wills, had been calling the Sage 'the Sage' over and over without ever mentioning his real name… it was acceptable for the Seven Gods since their memories were incomplete in the first place, but there was no reason for the World Wills to have been compelled to address him as the Sage like ordinary Mycroftians.
Joshua also had many theories on why the Beacon of Perpetuity could have only asked in blank portions, but he left that aside as he did not have enough information at the moment. "I am an heir of the Extraordinary individual known as the Sage, belonging to the same world as him."
It is a pleasure to communicate with machines, the warrior thought. Very pleasant—direct, no nonsense, and comforting.
Truth be told, Joshua had long since spoken with anyone so pleasant, for nothing could be simpler than getting an answer for each question.
[Confirmation: The Life Preservation Sequence has provided you with 00θ-level clearance.]
[Relaunch: Commencing negotiations.]
[Entrusting: The Life Preservation Sequence invites you to aid the Final Defense Protocols and assist us in resisting the invasion of Evil Gods. In exchange, we will fulfill any reasonable requests, including and is not limited to Initial Psi Construct, Creation Course, Arbitrary Living World Maker, Reality Rewrite, and others.]
[Note: Third Curtain holds full clearance, but requires unanimous agreement with First and Second Curtain to fulfill any demands. Delays are to be expected, we thank you for your understanding.]
Joshua was not surprised—in fact, he had expected everything.
The Life Preservation Sequence… the curious machine intelligence collective possessing the capacity to lead the alliance of an entire universe, as well as to stand up against Evil Gods and speak to Star the Steel Python. Joshua currently knew that the Sage had came to Stellaris with an intention beyond helping the Midgardians, even having met Star albeit just once and without exchanging too many words.
So, who was it who really talked to Sage? The answer was too simple: there was a huge chance that it was the core intelligence of the Life Preservation Sequence who was now talking to him. But what they actually shared could wait. Joshua had other questions now.
Didn't the intelligence mention something unusual? he thought perplexedly. Star is said to have only 'awakened partially twice since its birth in the observable universal history'… that meaning and way of putting it seems to suggest that the Life Preservation Sequence had witnessed Star's birth, and is treating the Mother of All as an equal…or simply considering it a tool that benefits the living.
Like himself.
Furthermore, the 'Creation Course' and 'Arbitrary Living World Maker' seemed to be hinting at something.
The Sage had previously deliberately left a beacon to Stellaris, and the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds had also listed it as the priority mission. If he had not been there, the other Apostles might even have been called upon…
The truth behind Stellaris was certainly extraordinary.
Knowing that it was better to ask, Joshua quickly did so.
"I want to know the history of Stellaris, from the beginning to the present, along with the purpose of the Sage's visit to this place. "
In response, the huge psionic crystal flickered as if processing and assessing. Soon, simple and precise waves reached Joshua, carrying endless information.
[Clearance confirmed: requirements up to standard. Transferring data: summarized observation of No. 79524913 (including all present documentation)]
[Detailed response: Stellaris is a project of the Creator to artificially expand their world. Its original scale was a single planetary system, with its present form coming to be after several hundred thousand years' worth of enlargement and natural gathering of stellar bodies. It would have grown by default without limit if the Evil Gods had not attacked. Stellaris's growth hence stagnated by year 34,796,621, even as diverse primitive lifeforms were born.]
[Detailed response: Star the Steel Python was a natural physical manifestation of the Extraordinary forces birthed following the founding of Psi and world expansion. Its existence cultivated innumerable living worlds, a prototype of the Arbitrary Living World Maker. The galactic psionic network was the technology that observed the creation of Star's body, just as the Triple Curtain was made to shoulder the duty of watching over the world and the Mother of All. We maintain stability.]
[Detailed response: ( ) had visited Stellaris in search for our Creator who had left (disproved)/been destroyed. We had provided him with relics and data of the Creator, while ( ) aided us in regulating the realm's construct before leaving. Since then, Extraordinary powers aside from Psi have appeared in Stellaris. We are very pleased with the enriched information.]


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