In a space and time that existed beyond such mundane categories and therefore was neither bound to nor a part of space and time, there were a handful of beings. To attempt to describe them would be the height of foolishness, for how could one describe the utterly indescribable save with that singular word? These entities were observing the countless worlds that existences far less potent than themselves viewed as all that there was, and for a while, this vast collection of nigh-infinite and varied realities was enough to satiate their otherworldly desires, if you could call them that.

Not a single one of them set foot down there, down to the land of Gods and Mortals and such. That was until things started to get…. Boring. As it turns out, you can only watch a nearly infinite series of varied realities play out in their innumerably different ways so many times before they start redoing the same things. Eventually, these realities kind of found what worked for them and fell into what some would call a creative rut. The standard tropes became more and more standard, eventually getting to the point that even these higher beings were utterly sick of the lack of innovation.

Yes, yes, a man got hit by a vehicle and got sent to another plane of existence to either get a massive harem and have OP superpowers or he had to fight for survival as some weakling. If they had one of their lowest forms of currency added to their wealth for every time one of the realities pulled that shit, they would each be filthy rich. Things were getting stale, and they were getting stale fast.

That was when someone among them, a being whose name is as indecipherable and incompressible as their mind, body, and soul, asked a question that would change everything.

“Why don’t we just go down there and dick around?” that one asked in the language of its kind.

And they all looked at each other and asked the same question. After all, if Gods could dick around with lower beings, why could they not do the same to those beneath them? It was a valid point, and it would alleviate much of the boredom that they had, but there was the issue of exactly what they would be doing down there. They were, by mortal and God standards, obscenely overpowered and were utterly untouchable. If they wanted, they could become the new masters of creation, but that was not their style.

What, then, would they do to pass the indefinite time that they had to themselves? Observation worked until it did not, so what new thing could they do?

It was then that one of them, one more familiar to the readers of this novel, made its idea known. They would split into pairs and they would find those who had, knowingly or not, spawned entire realities with their endless daydreaming. Each one of the pair would latch onto said person, but only if the pair found those who hated and despised each other. One would off the other, or they both would off each other, and then they would be taken and remade in the flesh of the ‘main character’ from the daydreams they had created. After that, they would be guided towards the mantle of rulership of their new world, and then they would be set against each other in a ‘War of the Worlds’. One would emerge the victor and would be granted rulership of their opponent’s world and would be allowed to go back to the world they had died in with all of their power and abilities.

This, of course, would only work if two from each one of the nearly incalculable worlds were chosen, with some worlds being excluded so they could act as the battlegrounds, but it would be more than enough to help them pass the perpetuity beyond the concept of time that they had to do jack all with. However, the others were… not convinced. They needed proof that what was planned would be worth watching and participating in.

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And so, the entity we are more familiar with and one of its long-time buddies decided that they would be the ones to show their kind what kind of fun could be had. The buddy, for its part, knew that the entity we know of as Lord Wolfenstein rarely would steer him wrong. All of its ideas up till this point were quite wonderful and having a friendly competition would be a much-needed departure from the endless monotony that watching all the worlds below provided.

And so, with no real direction or favor, the two of them found a pair of mortals who despised each other, yet who, in their youth, had extremely overreactive imaginations. It was good they picked them when they did, too, for they caught both of them just as one of the mortals pushed his soon-to-be rival into the path of a train.

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It was soon afterward that the rival also met his end, and behind bars, no less. For all that his father loved him, he would not let his son get away with murder that was recorded from multiple angles, by multiple sources, and all uploaded onto the internet. When he was put behind bars, he met his end quickly thereafter. Sentenced to only 3 years for a crime that a normal person would get decades for, he was, unknowingly, sent to the same place where some of the male family members of those whom he had abused either worked or were incarcerated.

Days after arrival, he was found dead in his cell, shanked to hell, and beaten to the point that you could not recognize him. Oddly enough, the cameras in that area were down for routine maintenance during that time. Weird, right? Of course, no one noticed that he was still alive, but in another reality.

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The two otherworldly beings sat together while they watched both sides do their thing.

Lord Wolfenstein looked to his friend and asked if he realized that the rival of Kain was trying to cheat the system, and his friend merely stated that yes, he was, but had no intention to stop him. As things were going, if the actions were not taken by that rival, he would quickly amass more than enough power to pull a Seto Kaiba, Abridged Version, but with sheer might rather than money. He needed to be cut down to size, otherwise, this whole thing would be a waste of their time. It would not be fun to watch, nor would it be fun to mess with mortals and Gods unless they showed that exploiting the loopholes in the rules had dire consequences. They were who they were, after all, and so nothing could be allowed to exploit them or their game.

Lord Wolfenstein then remarked how its actions up to that point could be construed as cheating. After all, it had made that bargain with Kain in order to make things more interesting. It had lied that it had saved his city and family, and rather than whisking them away to a place beyond time and space where they would be locked in stasis unless the deal was made, it did have to actually bring it all back from nothingness and wipe the ‘soul memory’ from them.

The friend just shrugged and called it ‘evening the playing field’. It would have been a colossal blow to the abilities of that side if either Kain was not reigned in and those who were precious to him were not restored. Besides, some rules were bendy for a reason. They could break and bend them at their whim, but not those they were directing. The game had to be kept interesting, after all.

The two beings sat and talked a while longer before they got back to playing with the lesser beings. There was much fun to be had, even though it would be at the expense of lower existences. The game needed to be as fun as possible, both for those playing and those watching, otherwise, the others would be more inclined to seek other, possibly more morally corrupt forms of enjoyment. And they just could not have that, now could they?