章節 7: 07. The Birth of A Half-God

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Snapping out of the daydream, Williams blinked and straightened, now seated cross-legged in the Void. Arrodes floated beside him in silent companionship. Propping his right elbow on his knee and resting his chin on his palm, he let out a bemused chuckle.

'Did we… Did we just have a Pokémon battle?'

A spark of inspiration lit up his gaze, and he found himself drawing parallels.

'If the Original Creator is akin to Arceus—the Creator of all—and the Lord of Mysteries, the master of space and time, is that not the recreation of the battle where Arceus fought against Dialga, and Palkia?'

A soft sigh escaped his lips, this time tinted with bitter amusement.

'So, it wasn't my so-called prowess after all. I've been striding through this universe with not one, but two cheats—the Miracle of my transmigration and the Will of the Original Creator. Now that I've lost the Miracle, the fragments of the Creator's Will within the Beyonder Characteristics and Uniqueness I house remain. It seems I've been waltzing with cheat, perhaps, I am not that smart after all.'

Testing using his various prowess from all pathways, he stopped.

He tried once more to activate his Omniscient eye, hoping to peer into the Void and unravel its secrets. The attempt was met with immediate resistance—a sharp, pulsing headache that clouded his thoughts. The ravings clawed at the edges of his mind, not enough to overwhelm him but enough to leave him battered and drained. A fatal flaw, when in battle.

'This is quite the predicament,' he mused, closing his eyes to steady himself. 'The ravings grow louder and more chaotic whenever I tap into the pathways of God Almighty or the Lord of Mysteries. Even though the Will of the Original Creator is weakened, the remnants of the Primordial One and Celestial Worthy's Wills clash incessantly. Housing them together in my form is clouding my consciousness.'

He sighed deeply, the weight of his revelations pressing down like a storm cloud.

'I am not truly the successor of the Original Creator, as Arrodes believes. Cleansing the remnants of the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty may be possible, but the Original Creator's Will? That is beyond me. The Law of Convergence is absolute. Unless I gather every fragment of what once was the Original Creator and fully converge them—an act that would destroy the universe itself—there is no escaping this fate.'

Williams gazed into the infinite expanse of the Void, watching as his monsters explored its vast emptiness. A faint thought bubbled to the surface of his mind.

'Is there no other choice but to separate some of the pathways? Each time I use a pathway other than Monster, I hear whispers in a tongue I cannot comprehend. While those whispers are manageable, the chaos within the God Almighty and Lord of Mysteries pathways is far worse. Will I need to abandon one of them?'

Tilting his head back, he stared into the featureless Void above. Then, a new idea struck him, one that made his eyes gleam with faint hope.

'The problem lies in the pillars. What if I were to separate just one pathway? A single incomplete pillar would reduce the convergence effects without compromising the entire structure.'

He nodded slowly, the thought gaining traction.

'Yes, it's like cutting off a festering hand to save the rest of the body. It's far from ideal, but it would ensure survival. Even without the Miracle, I cannot afford to gamble recklessly anymore. Besides, possessing so many abilities has left me paralyzed with options. Perhaps the Son of Chaos was right after all.'

As he watched Arrodes swirl beside him, Williams sighed again.

'The Will of the CW and GA are bearable. I have experienced it. With my training from the Original Creator, they are nothing. Yet, the Original Creator refuses to leave me. Seeing as there are more pathways, that turns the Beyonder into woman than the other way around. Was the Original Creator, a woman? That would explain this yandere tendencies.'

Williams sighed, as his hand brushed against his hair, combing them to the back. 'She must really love me!' he smirked.

'Anyway, I must adapt. Survival is a must. Still, I don't know why? But, I, suddenly remembered, Amanises. Of when, I, invaded her Divine Kingdom.'

A smile tugged at his lips.

'Well, it might have been a nightmare for her. The Lady of Misfortune and the one who symbolises Nightmare, to experience a nightmare.'

A sigh escaped his lips, as he smiled.

'Well, I did shout, 'Daddy's Home', before I put her in her eternal sleep. To die, was her fate. My ideals, misplaced. Exacting my revenge over the Orthodox Churches, for they burned my home in this World. Where the parents of this Body sacrificed their life to save mine.'

'The least, I could do was, avenge them. May be, it was the convergence after all. The force that pushed me to fight them. Bathing Aucuses, the Eternal Blazing Sun in darkness and drowning Leodero, the Lord of Storms in the Cosmos. May be, it was a bit of both.'

Nodding at his conclusion, he put the thought to back of his head.

His gaze lingered on the infinite Void ahead, his resolve hardening as the echoes of his thoughts faded into the stillness.

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With his decision made, Williams resolved not to risk his life any further. Weakened as he was, the idea of battling the fragments of the Will of the Original Creator, God Almighty, or the Celestial Worthy was sheer folly. Despite his strong mental fortitude, he remained an anomaly in a Beyonder world—a realm saturated with magic and mysticism.

Before his transmigration, he had been an ordinary human. To expect himself to compete against ancient monsters, beings that had endured since the dawn of time, was asking too much. He had neither their experience nor their cosmic might.

Those ancient entities were beyond comprehension, far too overwhelming for someone like him. While the Wills of the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty were manageable, thanks to his rigorous training under the Original Creator, the Creator's own Will was a different beast altogether. It was a force so immense that even the likes of the Celestial Worthy and Primordial One had succumbed to its immutable law of Convergence. Williams had no desire to test his luck against it.

His mind made up, he turned his thoughts to the next step: deciding which pathway to separate. The choice was far from easy.

'Which pathway will it be?' He mused, furrowing his brow. 'Definitely not one of the Lord of Mysteries' pillars—that's out of the question. That leaves God Almighty…'

His thoughts deepened as he evaluated each pathway.

'The Hanged Man is undeniably useful… but the Visionary Pathway? It is probably the most dangerous pathway of the GA Pillar. It's clearly off the table. As for Sun, Tyrant, and White Tower… They're all powerful in their own ways. Being the Sun God sounds magnificent, and playing the role of a Tyrant is the dream. But the White Tower… it offers Omniscience. Flawed though it is, it's a tool I cannot easily overlook.'

His gaze shifted to Arrodes, the sentient mirror hovering nearby, as he continued to deliberate.

'Doesn't Arrodes already possess Tyrant and White Tower-related abilities? This complicates things. The truth is, I don't want to part with any of my pathways. They are all pieces of me now. But… if I wish to escape this Void, to move beyond it and perhaps to another universe, will my Omniscience even work there?'

The question lingered in his mind.

'Better yet, will the power of the Beyonders or the remnants of the Original Creator function in other universes? I can only hope. It's better to try and find out than remain trapped in this endless Void. Since these powers work here, in this strange, Void, there's a chance they might work wherever I go.'

Convinced by his reasoning, Williams exhaled deeply and turned to Arrodes with a faint smile.

"Arrodes, rejoice," he declared, his voice steady but laced with finality.

The sentient mirror shimmered in response, a question mark materializing across its reflective surface. Arrodes remained silent, uncertain yet curious.

Without another word, Williams stretched his arms wide, his fingers clawing into his own chest. With a sickening sound, he tore into himself, plunging his hand into the depths of his being. Blood spattered across the Void as he pulled forth a gleaming Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristic and the Uniqueness of the White Tower pathway. He wasn't done. Reaching deeper, his other hand emerged clutching a Sequence 1 Characteristic of the Tyrant pathway.

A choked gasp escaped his lips as more blood poured from the gaping hole in his chest. Countless maggots squirmed and writhed within the wound, their movements unnatural and grotesque. His skin began to peel away in large, sickening strips, revealing a writhing mass of blackness beneath. Eyes—countless, unblinking eyes—snapped open across his body, each glistening with an eerie light.

The pain was excruciating, rivaling the agony he'd experienced when he absorbed all the Beyonder Characteristics of Earth through Son of Chaos. Yet, Williams endured it, his expression remaining composed even as he floated in the Void, arms spread wide like a fallen awaiting absolution.

"Arrodes," he called, his voice hoarse yet resonant, "for your unwavering loyalty and service to me, I have decided to bestow upon you the highest honor. I will make you into a Great Old One."

Arrodes shimmered violently, trembling with a mixture of disbelief and euphoria. Williams' words echoed across the Void, filled with solemnity and conviction.

The mirror began to glow faintly, its surface rippling as if brimming with energy yet to be unleashed. Arrodes, though ever the faithful servant, was still an enigma. Now, however, it stood on the precipice of transformation—a destiny that would forever alter its essence.

Williams, meanwhile, lay suspended in the Void, battered but resolute. Despite the grotesque injuries that marred his form, his eyes burned with determination. He had made his choice, and now, there was no turning back.

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Staring into the Void, Williams watched as Arrodes ascended to the ranks of the Great Old One, A Half-God to accommodate different pathways.

The transformation was a spectacle, a symphony of power and rebirth. He had performed a miracle, allowing Arrodes to house the Uniqueness and a Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristic of the White Tower pathway, along with a Sequence 1 of the Tyrant pathway.

'Well,' Williams mused, his thoughts drifting, 'I still have two Sequence 1 Characteristics from the White Tower and Tyrant pathways left. Not to forget the Uniqueness of the Tyrant pathway. And if the need arises…'

His gaze lowered to the gaping hole in his chest, where maggot-like tendrils squirmed, pulsating as they sealed the wound. His focus passed through the writhing mass to the amalgamation of fragmented Sefirots, fraction of what was left of them, before he hurled them together to create a gateway, to the Void. The amalgamation of the parts of them, still housed within him.

He smirked, yet his eyes, void of all emotions.

'I can always envision them once more.'

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Williams Moriarty stood with patience, his posture calm and composed as Arrodes completed his ascension. Freed from the oppressive Will of the Primordial One, he snapped his fingers.

Before him, Arrodes shed his former form, the reflective surface of the mirror melting away like molten silver. What emerged was a white, specter-like entity, radiating brilliance and authority. Its ethereal lips parted, and a voice filled with profound resonance announced its birth:

"Eyes That Watch Everything,

The White Light That Encompasses the Seven Lights,

The Mirror That Houses All Knowledge and Wisdom,

The Omniscient One Who Serves the Primordial Lord."

A satisfied smile tugged at Williams' lips as he nodded, acknowledging Arrodes' new existence.

Turning to his right, he smirked, a flicker of pride flashing across his eyes. He brushed his pants with one hand and reached into his coat pocket with the other, retrieving a monocle. Placing it over his right eye with a practiced motion, he reflected,

What if it was the Original Creator who killed them? Strong as they were, wise as they were, it is I who stand here in this Void now. They, for all their might, lie forgotten by the passage of time.'

Without further hesitation, Williams made a decisive move, swimming through the Void with effortless grace. Monsters that had left their nests drifted aimlessly, lost yet faintly hopeful at the sight of him. They had slowly, dissappointed from the Void.

In the infinite expanse of nothingness, cracks began to spiderweb across the Void. These fissures, glowing faintly with an otherworldly hue, hummed with the energy of possibility. Each crack served as a portal, connecting to a different universe.

Williams' attention sharpened as he noticed one of his lost monsters being sucked into a crack. A surge of hope ignited within him. He swam toward the closing rift, his movement a voracious maelstrom that bent the lawless Void with his very presence.

Reaching the closing fissure, Williams acted with unmatched ferocity. His very existence seemed to warp the Void, forcing the crack open with sheer willpower. He transformed into a vortex of information, hurling himself through the stretched-out crack.

The transition was cataclysmic. The force of a thousand Big Bangs, threatened to erupt against his body, a violent maelstrom of creation and destruction. The Crack, distorted by his passage, threatened to unravel the universe it led to, along with countless adjacent universes.

And yet, Williams smirked.

His body twisted grotesquely, skin peeling away in long, curling strips. Maggots erupted from his flesh, their writhing forms sprouting countless eyes. Worms with gargantuan, unblinking orbs emerged from his limbs, tentacles coiling and writhing. His form contorted into that of a colossal white serpent devouring its own tail, a symbol of infinity, of death and rebirth.

In this form, he cast himself forward, he cast himself to reincarnate.

With his dissappearence, the chaotic forces within the crack began to settle. The fissure closed with a final shudder, repairing itself and restoring the Void to its previous stillness. The universe beyond the crack stabilized, its destruction averted in the final moment.

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The Void, left behind, resumed its silent eternity. Nothingness reclaimed its dominion, as if nothing had ever disturbed it.

Unaware of the true nature of the Void, Williams—now the The Primordial Lord—escaped its grasp. Little did he realize that his existence in this timeless emptiness was the result of the last vestiges of a Miracle. It was this Miracle that had fought against the Will of the Original Creator, carving out a space for him in the Void beyond the Omniverse.

And so, the Primordial Lord vanished, leaving the Void as it always was: endless, boundless, and indifferent.

His Miracles last feat, was to allow him to exist in the Nothingness of the Void. Where, none exist.

The End of All, Omnipotence, Omniscience and Omnipresence.

The Nothingness returned to the Void.

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**The End**

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