Chapter 306: (1/2)
Ten thousand years later and...
”Show me my status, Nancy.”
”Affirmative, host.”
”DING!”
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Host: Clark Colter
Power Systems Conquered: 6/50
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”Nice. Slowly but surely. Wait for me you fucking Elder God.” Our bored gamer cursed and then silently bid for his op partner in the dark.
Another breath passed and then he was whisked away to a different dimension altogether.
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”FLASH!”
”You have successfully obtained the Precious Stone of Origins. You have one wish.” an ancient sound resounded in the ears of the masses.
”Make me the Owner of this Reality.” a handsome man answered without any second thoughts.
He had an intimidating presence, almost demonic in power and grace as swirling crimson residues proliferated around his person.
Signs of battle had marked upon his flesh and garments because their tattered blotches and wounds tried to blemish the same man who stood unbowed amidst the foes that scattered about.
Some men, some beasts, while others sported a feminine luster, but they were not all enemies in fact.
A few among them were allies and had come to support this person that had finally gotten his hand around this item of power.
”That particular wish cannot be granted. If you want to be the Owner, then you need to fight for it, not ask. Please make another one.”
the mystical voice rang in the ears of all but surprisingly,
only one person was given the right to speech and move about in response to the unseen speaker.
The demon like elegant man sighed and looked at one of his palms.
The fingers that decorated upon that important faculty was all coupled with sharp claws akin most to a beast than that of a human.
A few breaths passed of him within his thoughts before he eventually raised his head from the gory inspection of his bloody hands.
Around him, space and time moved not one inch from their stagnant condition.
Each made their own faces of surprise, mirth, but most had fear apparent on their guises.
This vibrant picture of life and death, of combat and resistance, finally solved the last puzzle in this demonic man's decision.
”Very well then, give me ten breaths of Absolute Power and...”
the words of the man was drowned out by the deafening surges of might that befell upon his person.
If before he looked threatening enough for ordinary mortals to wet their pants and eat the earth in subservience,
but it was at this moment that even the gathered experts and cultivators, friends and foes alike, wished to hide from the sight of this unreachable existence before them.