Chapter 1 - New world

I sigh. The memories I lost had the value similar to a mid-tier universe. After all, not everyone is the literal sovereign of magic. How do I know how many memories I lost? Well it’s quite simple, I have a unique way of storing them and me being a soul with consciousness and memories just shows the power I used to wield. I had stored a duplicate of all of the important memories, but unsealing them will be difficult. It wouldn’t be easy for me at my peak, let alone now. Another factor was the change in the soul. Could I even open them? Could I manage to remember hundreds of thousands of years in this state? If I am as lucky as to reincarnate, it would be a huge hazzard if all of my memories were released at once. After all, souls aren’t as powerful in the mortal plane, due to all of those pesky universal laws. Besides, flesh has its limitations as well.

In any case, I need to know where I am and even what I am. A union of two foreighn souls isn’t the most stable. I have to do something while I still can. Looking at the seemingly endless tunnel I am travelling through, I’d say that I am inside the river of souls. But since I was outside the universe and there are no souls here, I am being sent to a place with actual life. I just hope it isn’t some backwards planet like Matt’s. I bet my soul on the line that any world with those dumb overgrown lizards around doesn’t have magic. To even have mana, the world core must awaken, either through the intelligent life on it or by some external factor like a rank 4 mage, who would be capable to enslave the whole world. A curious thing world cores are. Altho awakening the forceful way is a useful self defence mechanism, it leaves massive damage on the future of the world and with the little amount left after fending off or enslaving the foolish attacker they usually just give a random person high amounts of mana to increase their intelligence to progress technologically and intern increase the population for faster recovery.

Anyway enough rambling. I won’t be powerful enough to do anything about it for a long time. So my best bet is just to recover enough to go to the nearest universe hub. Still to recover I need to seal most of my remaining memories. Sigh. It’s time to say goodbye to my current identity. After all memories make a person. Just remove all the positive events from one’s life and he will go on a rampage. So this, emotionally stable, cold blooded, mass murdering sovereign won’t be around for a long long time. I just hope I can recover. Goodbye Alex, the Crimson sovereign.

As that thought passes through my head, I wake up. My past is fuzzy and all I know is that I used to be an existence beyond mortal comprehension. Most of the memories about magic and some “basic” information are still here, but nothing else.

I let the instincts take control over me, as I start silently crying. My eyes are close, but I can hear weird sounds around me. They do seem… intelligible. At least the species I was born as has a civilisation. It is a crucial part of gaining intelligence. In any case, I commit most of the sounds to memory for further analysis. Mentally preparing for the overflow of information, I open my eyes. I don’t know what I was expecting. I was born in a strange room. The room looks to be made of white stone like material, while the floor is made of a processed carbon based organic substance, probably called wood. At least it was what Matt called it. In any case I have confirmed that the life here is carbon based. Carbon based life is far simpler and given that I was originally born as one, it is my preference. Not like those silicon based ones. I swear there is no difference between them and a normal rock. Although I must admit some of the world-wide living rocks did offer an interesting challenge when I was a beginner.

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I finally look around seeing a pinkish yellow humanoid creature confirm my suspicions. They are probably similar to the humans on Matt’s homeworld. Well at least it is partly similar to my original form, without the extra pear of arms, wings and the gray skin color of course.

I spot what would seem to be my mother. The birthing process is annoying and the lack of a mental connection to the parent silicon based life has, it takes an annoyingly long time to pass all of the information to the next generation. Well that would be if I actually needed it. I have visited countless universes to travel but giving birth to the humanoid creatures still is one of the most uncomfortable. Especially the ones with either no magic or lacking appropriate technology to just spit them out after a few months and grow them in a tank. It would be far more effective and could help grow the baby to adulthood while simulating a virtual reality for it to learn. The immediate transfer of the knowledge to a baby isn’t too practical. Looking at you, planet Xienagrosh L16. Those idiots just implanted their memories into a child's body, making a clone like being with the same memories. That removes the factor of natural selection and when they hit their biological limit, it was far too late. The people living for thousands of years could barely hold all of the information inside of them. The brain isn’t as good at forgetting as one might think. All they could do was either to continue the cycle and go extinct or let the next generation of fresh minds sort things out. But many people didn’t want that. After all, people wanted to live longer. So in a last ditch attempt of the power hungry, they started modifying their genes. And that was their biggest mistake. In pure desperation they made huge mistakes, dooming their whole race, leaving only a handful of survivors important and smart enough to notice the shitstorm on the horizon.

Looking around the room, I see a few more people. After struggling a bit, I can finally see who is holding me. It was an old lady, with a face full of wrinkles. Her hair was gray and her eyes were blue. Most people would think of her as a kind old lady. However I wasn’t one of them. Behind those seemingly gentle eyes was an unstable mind. They reflected her unnatural age. She looked like she was in her 80s, but the aura around her was far older than that. I would guess she is at least 150 years old, with about 20 left to live. Altho most of my memories were sealed, the instincts sharpened through millenia were still there. After I decided that I was staring at the woman for far too long I looked around the room. There was an unconscious woman lying on the bed with some blood around it. I suppose that was my mother. It sure looked painful. The others in the room didn’t have any particular traits worth of mention, besides the blue eyes and the void black hair, looking quite unnatural. Altho that was from the memories inherited from Matt. Who knows what is normal in this world. After being handed around a few dozen times, my biological mother woke up. There was a trace of warmth in her eyes. Altho it was hard to tell over the look of exhaustion. Some kind of maternal instincts to automatically wake up after giving birth? It would be strange if it wasn’t the case.

Just as expected, I was handed to her. I felt a tender warmth around me. And at that moment, the once all powerful Crimson sovereign fell asleep, unable to resist.