“A wonderful story of love, sacrifice, and reformation. Thanks for sharing. It’s a miracle she made it, even greater that their baby survived. Her conquering the kingdom is a bit of a cliche, but their child living for almost one hundred and fifty years is an unexpected twist. Now, why did you call me to see a random mortal’s story?” a large pool of shimmering sludge asked, after taking an eye-blink to witness Aang’s second life and the two hundred years following his death.

“He’s an Anarchist. And he’s got some achievements,” a stone idol said.

“I can tell. He exploded, mortals get that one for destroying the vessel of reincarnation when they die, but he’s reincarnating now. He’s probably going to scrap his progress by accident and start as something else. Mortals almost always do that. The Laws made it that way.”

The idol remained quiet.

“He won’t? Why? Start from the beginning.”

The idol’s presence shifted, making a gesture humans would mimic by half-smiling, but they could never perceive on the stone visage.

“He had this Vibe about him.”

“Shit.” the blob said. “I’m leaving, I’ll come back in two million years. When is he coming here? The last one who triggered your Vibe was Cthulhu before rising to temporary prominence.”

“I don’t know. Vibe doesn’t work that way. I only know he’s interesting and fate bends around him.”

“So fate will stop him from resetting until he becomes a demigod?”

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“Not exactly, he handled that himself. He is in for a punishment of a thousand agonizing deaths.”

Astral wind blew, and there was silence.

“Show me the recording from his hell.”

A blink later, the shimmering bog reels. “You gave him Redo? We banned it seven epochs ago.”

“It’s the reduced trial version, which was never released, so I broke no rules. No matter how strong his Vibe, I would never give him the limitless version.”

“He leveled twice without even having a body. Anarchist is notoriously difficult to advance because most of its level up conditions are suicidal, and nobody ever meets them unless they are aware of them. And why did an administrator get so angry about a soul’s impotent punch?”

“Ah, that confused me too, so I asked it. It told me it read his memories, and the gesture evolved from the simian act of throwing feces at people you disrespect. It should have just extended his torment, but fate intervened, and the administrator threw him into the punishment of a thousand agonizing deaths to reflect on his stupidity.”

“That’s definitely fate,” the shimmering color confirmed. “So he will get a thousand lives plus Redo, to advance Anarchist. Wait, why didn’t he die immediately?”

“I gave him Godly, for slapping—”

“No, no, he needs no vibes, you’ve made him a walking disaster. You do know he will impregnate Every Single Remotely Fertile Female he mates with, regardless of species. This is going to be Zeus all over again. Do you recall the centaurs, the sirens, the merfolk, the snakefolk—”

“Wait, the universe has reset, and he’s starting over. Do you want to watch the story live, or do you want me to send you a recording?”

“Send me a recording. And call me when Anarchist reaches level ten. I’ll leave for a parallel universe and have a long chat with myself about all the crazy stunts you’re pulling.”