Deep in a void like dimension, a humanoid with no discernible gender it is only about the size of a kid, it has creamy white hair, and is floating in a crossed legs position, looking at several cyan blue panels floating around them, the make a halting gesture are the screens pause.
Who am I? I mean I know who and what I am, I know that I’m stopped from progressing in my cultivation by what feels like an impenetrable wall, but every so called outer god is!
I honestly don’t know what to do, most of us find something to do, several pretend to be mortals or old cultivators, some try and manage a planet or fight each other, I don’t enjoy battling for no reason, I find my entertainment in a much more simple way I enjoy watching mortals, I know it sounds bad, and also sounds boring, which it would entirely be. Except a lot of their lives are one push away from falling into chaos, and it’s so fun watching the fallout, I have done it so much the system has given me the title outer god of chaos.
It’s fun to take a look at it.
A bright blue panel of light appears directly in front of my face the moment I started imagining my title
[status]
Name: Sym
Title: Outer God of Chaos
Tier: 12
Level: 157
Species: Mimic (Progenitor)
Creature type: monster
Core type: flesh (core not found)
Form: humanoid
[stats]
Hp: 100/100%
Mana: overflowing
Flesh: 100/100%
Biomass grade: reforged rank I
Strength:1000(D)
Dexterity:1000(D)
Constitution:1000(D)
Intelligence:1(D)
Wisdom:57
Charisma:27
[Cultivation]
Realm: Ascension
Stage: Peak
Usually I watch a couple panels at once, even in chaos there is areas of order, which I don’t mind I just like to watch multiple so i don’t get bored, though whenever i enjoy anything for to long or ‘offend’ a holy person this dude shows up, I don’t even know why i talk to myself, maybe the repetitiveness of this all is getting to me. My thoughts are interrupted as a figure clad in full plate armor with armor so bejeweled it’s tacky, he has pale skin and pointy ears, he appears seemingly out of the void, he is ablaze with a spell that makes him glow, it’s supposed to look radiant, but along with his armor which is completely covered in so much religious symbols and images I swear that not a single centimeter is unadorned, and it’s gilded as if everything else was not enough.
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if I remember correctly he is a half light elf, which are xenophobic and have a culture that is literally just about their religion, they believe they are the most superior beings, and hate everything that isn’t perfect or a part of their religion, apparently he came here a couple decades before me, and calls himself the holy paladin of the true path of order, whatever that means, he seems to be one of the outer gods that enjoys battling to pass their time, either that or he just hates me.
Apparently as I was trying to remember why I give a damn he has been monologuing, about something along the lines of me being an abomination and how he the holy paladin is the best and in the right for attacking me, or something, honestly I’m paying more attention to the drama of a dude being found out he was cheating by his 2 different wives, who didn’t know about each other or ,the third girl he was dating.
“Are you even listening to me vile creature”
His voice cuts through my thoughts and also his sword cuts through my screen, the rage and disgust in his voice is thick
no of course not you are too annoying, oh right have to use my vocal cords to talk “no I was watching something which you destroyed with that misshapen chunk of metal you call a blade, I mean that shit is blunt and so ornamental I doubt it has a decent enchantment on it” i think my insults where a bit too much because he looks pissed, and is flying at me at high speeds
“YOU DARE!” He bellowed loudly,
it would be slightly intimidating if he wasn’t missing every swing, it’s not entirely his fault, I’m a mimic after all, with thousands of years of experience with flesh-craft, I can change to anything I want, and that means I just transform around the attacks, weirdly he isn’t using any mana or techniques.
“Oh fuck” apparently holey padawan actually has a brain because his wild and unwieldy strikes just lead me into a trap he set, it’s annoying but i can get out of it, at least i was supposed to until he deployed a barrier that he reinforced with the trump card of all outer gods, a small fragment of the system, yeah our trump card is being able to infuse one attack or defensive ability with it, with a serious backlash after it ends, plus it having a cooldown of a decade, he imbued his barrier with it, so now it’s glowing that iconic cyan blue color that is the tell tail sign of the system
“You will finally be purged, as you were supposed to be when you first messed with the holy lands” he said with an annoyingly smug grin
I should be able to escape, or at least defend his attacks, though he seems to not like the idea of letting me exist because he is charging a light spell, it’s big, like really big, every couple of seconds the ball of light compresses, then it dawns on me, he is trying to vaporize me, I CAN’T let him, I have too much drama to watch to die, I start controlling hundreds of tendrils of mana to probe the barrier, what I have learned over the nearly million years i have lived, is that everything has a weakness, every shield has a weak point, every sword, tooth, or claw has a part of it that’s dull and a part where it wants to snap when you apply pressure, Everything is flawed and I mean EVERYTHING, so when i could not find a slight imperfection one barrier I got just a little frantic, who am I kidding, I turned into a ball of mana and flesh pushing against the barrier at all points trying to find the chip in the proverbial shield.
Then after an agonizing minute of nothing, well nothing but desperate squirming and the charging ball from the holed padmay or whatever his name is who is charging the lift ball to smite me, I think he will probably try and make it into a sword or religious symbol, anyway I found the crack in the barrier, and I pushed everything I could into it, making it grow bigger and then suddenly a chunk of my mana disappeared?
[Critical Error]
[Locating Error Source]
What? What does it mean? And where did my mans go? It was part of my spirit sense damit, wait i still feel it i can even move it around some
[Error Source located]
[Indicating Purge]
What? as soon as I had the thought everything went white as a burning agony burned everything I was including my soul, NO I won’t roll over and die, I WILL NOT BE PURGED! I shove my mass and mana into the the crack in the barrier, breaking it further and as a small chunk of my flesh gets it the purge finalized burning most of my mana and flesh away
[Purge Failed][Fatal Error]
The message appeared at the same time
[Escalating]
[Finding Solutions]
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[Solution found]
[Patching Error]
