What you think to be worst day of your life might be an opportunity, my therapist usually said.
Now, I was just about done with my finals, sticking in that void between them and the time I actually get my grades.
The newest attempt at writing a book had been thrown against the wall as my inspiration left me again.
My friends were waiting in the discord call, and I knew it would be fun to talk to them, but I simply lacked the energy to press that button.
On the left of my desk stood that alcohol free radler, a disappointment to my entire family, and I didn’t even like drinking it.
I was a flashy bastard with the urge to perform, a few lock picking and knife skills I learned in my free time while procrastinating, the folder holding any information I gathered about crystals and zodiac signs was opened next to me, though I didn’t touch it after my last failure to impress my crush, my friends warning me about my tendency to fall for crazy people.
The DnD session was canceled for this week once again, and just about everything I did about it was stare at the damn page talking about Kant this or that.
I had read everything in this room, from tsun tsu to the big Chemistry book I bought to prepare for university, because finding out how things work was one of the few things that I actually enjoyed.
Now, I knew I’d play minecraft again tonight, and the two friends I played with would help me get my mind off of my failures once again, only for this cycle to repeat, until the next time I suddenly found a useless skill to practice, a guy or girl to pursue or a new hobby I could add to the list of things I learned until I was just about good enough.
I could go to the gym, but gym days were Tuesday and Thursday, wrapping around that sweet evening at the shooting range on Wednesday.
In Germany, guns are restricted enough for me to feel safe taking a walk at night, but it was still 5 pm, and only madmen and Idiots walked alone between 1 and 6 pm.
“Fuck, why do they take so long to state that not helping someone in need is a bad thing? Fucking philosophers.” I cursed, taking another swig of the disappointing drink in my hand and letting the mixture of sweet, sour and bitter wash over my tongue.
“Wish there were any good webnovels left to read today.” I complain, every novel I like either already red to the newest chapter or put on hiatus by an uninspired author.
As I stood up from my bean bag, I gently put the books back in their place and glanced at my phone, the lack of anything interesting once again proving my point.
When I stood up to grab a real beer I felt my body give in, and the reality around me seemed to shatter like a piece of glass.
Golden light gathered below me in a star like shape, ancient looking runes twirling as the ground below me opened up.
“Hero of light, you are being summoned in this age of darkness to bestow your guidance upon this falling world!”
The next second felt exhilarating, only for what seemed like a gigantic tentacle to brush my path, the collision enough for me to realize what true pain was. A suction cup held on as my body was torn to pieces, my sheer speed ripping it off the titan, a orb of light now the only thing left of me, the eldritch shard and my own light each canceled the other out, prompting us to pull on one another, a piece of each drifting away into nothingness, only for the other to grab it and restore the mass they lost.
Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned into days, with occasional sparks of light crossing our path, which we greedily pulled inside. They were smaller than us and radiated a sickening green most of the time, our ball of white and purple slowly turning gray as we ate away at each other, the additional mass increasing slowly.
Memories of many lives joined us, and slowly, we peaced together what had happened.
We were dead, and thanks to a mixture of memories, we knew that there was no gods in the void between. We were supposed to decay, and not survive the additional mass was often liches who thought putting a splinter of their soul here would keep it safe for eternity, not imagining the incredibly low chance of events that resulted in this situation.
Finally, after what felt like years of floating, our mind growing into quite a collection of necrotic knowledge, powerful enough to contend against the weaker inhabitants of this area, we finally saw what we had hoped for.
A part of the nothing was open, a mere crack left behind by something much more powerful than us attempting to break through a worlds protection.
The crack was open for almost no time at all, and when it closed before our eyes, we dashed towards it, aggressively expelling the necrotic parts of our soul, centuries of gathered power simply lost to eat away at the worlds barrier, distracting them as a being the size of about three normal souls dashed through the chaos, leaving us to fall into the river of reincarnation just after the cleansing part, allowing us to fall into the mortal realm, my sheer hunger almost overwhelming, only shutting of my desire to feed on the souls around me by forcefully falling asleep.
When I woke up next, the world was dark, my movement restricted by a fleshy cage, though thesoul close to us started forming a connection.
I wanted to eat this one, but something felt wrong.
It’s touch turned the many fragments of us into one, a name branding us as hundreds of others left my mind.
From that moment on, I was no longer Noah the author, not Rag the destroyer or darklord Mahal. Even the great Rag’algeh’s suction cup, which had always acted as the weirdly emotional brother so far, molded into the great mixture that was Luce, our mothers gentle touch prompting me to do the one thing that all parts of me loved equally.
Thus, in this moment, we hugged as the fusion continued.
Like puzzle pieces, we merged, none of us consuming, and each of us giving ourselves to the nothing, not fearing anything, for we loved ourselves. Us became me, and that was how we died.
Our body felt weird once we realized what was happening, a lack of tentacles made me rely on every memory I had to get this body moving. My soul was a wonder, even as my way of viewing it faded, implying we had finally connected with the body we had just possessed.
During this moment of revelation, a screen of blue encompassed my vision.
[Birth process ready to be implemented, please wait for the system and genetic dependancies to fill out your character sheet.]
This novel's true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.
[Higher thought detected, greater control granted.]
[Scan completed, current character sheet will be presented.]
Name:
Luce Bravelight
Race:
Human (unborn) (Mutant)
Class:
Empty
Soul:
Unrefined, Tier 3
Body:
Unrefined, Tier 1
Mind:
Unrefined, Tier 2
Mutation
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Ỳ̶̡̢̛͉̺̖͕̥͖͎͈͚̖̗̰̫̰̦͂̍͆̐̔̎̋̾̀̍̎͆͌͒́̈̒̋̒̕͘͜͝͝ͅơ̸̢̡̧̨̛̠͕̩͖̹̳̭̤̜̹͓̞͈̩̱̻̟̟̘͇͎̊̾̀̿̍̑̽̉͒̂̄̾̈̇̋̓̽̏̀̑̊̒̉̏̉͛͗͝͝͝ȕ̵̢̡̨͈͔͙̯̗̲̼̫̥̘͒̆̀́͗̃̀̉̒́̓̔̒̒̆̀͝ ̶̨̨̞̯̞͈̯̞͈͎̣̹̜̙̭͚̜̥̯̮̲̼͚͓͇̓̆͒̏̐̓̿̓͂̑͜ͅͅà̵͚͍̖̘̥͖̮́̈́̿͋̉̐̒̈́́̾͌́̈́͒̎̒̅̈́́̍̌̏̂͋̈́͌̃̒̐͝͠͝r̷̡̢͖̳̜͚̞͕͍̻͒̀̐̃̍̇͒̎̽̓̇̀̕̕͝ͅͅë̸̡̛͕͓̺̠̣͓̉͗̿́ ̶̢̛̝̮̱̯̲̮̫̙̻̹̞̪̹̮̼͑̎̀̈̏̊̏̈́̀͒̇̔͒͆̒̅̎̚͝ë̵̡̧̛̛̟̫̪̘̺̙͎̞̬̹̜̪̯͉͗̄̃̓̀̆̈̋́̏͛̔̓̒̅͂͆̑͂̈́͂̈́͒͆̃͘̕̚͝͝͝å̵̯͕̮̰̱̟̼͔̙̩͔͈̤̖̞̫̪̟̣̠̗͇̖̀̏̀̿͊̀́͂̈̌͝ś̵̡̛̙͈̰̪̜̬̞́̈́̊͂̏̒̌̏͆͋̆͊́͛͒̋̐̌̋̑̿͂̈̕͘̕̕͠͝͝ͅì̵̛͉̝̠̞͉̇̓͂̃̇̈́͊̃̔̅̄̇̅̍̈̈̐͊̚͘̕̕͘̚͠͝͝e̵̡̡̢̺̣̬̬̪̭̯̝̳̫̣͓̞̤͎̹̭̬̙͍͛̊͑̈́͐͂̒͛̿̾̇̍̽͂̀̄͂͆̍̾̕̕r̷̢̻̳̗̗̹̍̿̈́̂̈́̔͗̎̃͊̃̿̓̾͗͋̍͗͒̓̆͘̚̚̕͝͝͝ ̴̢̧̨̭̪̘̲̺̳̰̝̳̖̥̣͙͇̞̻̟̠͓̞͉͑̈́̚ť̶̢̨̛̝̺͚̲̭͔̟͔̤͕̖͓͈̣̹͚̮͈̳̼͓͙̙̬́͌̾͌̒̀̔͊̈́̓͛̍͛͗̈́̀͊̀͋̋̾̏́͗̈̓̓̉̎͠͝ŏ̵̢̳̥̝̹͎̺̌̀͒̈́͑̃̄͋̿̈́́̑̌͒̽̔̚͘͘̚ ̶̡̭̖̞̤̺̩̭͂̍̈́̌̾͑̍̒̈́͆͆͠ͅà̸̡̢̠̠̘̳̥̤̰̈̾̎̀̑ͅͅf̵̧̡̢̧̢̡̬̪̫̜͈͎̳͈͓̭̺̼̗̯͔̞̝̱̞͉͓͍̹̦̬̎͐̐͂̃̀̃̌͋̋̍̓̈́̅̓͑́̓͋̑͌̚͠͝f̵͔̖̼͝ę̴̟͕̱̱̳̖̰̝̺̞̜̦̥̗͇͓͉̫̮͇̝̝̘̱̥̻͐̓̕ͅç̶̫̠̺̻̙͇͆̋̃̓̂́͊̒́̓̔̅̈͗̏͗͗͗̔̕͝͝͠͝͝͠ͅt̶̢̨͕͚̪͈͔͖͚̜͓̳͍͇͚̠̟͎͚̣̜̯̩̺͓̠̜̭̪̱̟͂̏͗͂̊͛̃͋̅̾͒͛̆̈́̀͒̋̚͜͠ͅ ̴̢̢̗̲͈̝͓͚̦̪͚͇̱̰̖̠̘͔̼̟̤̯͕͔̻̩̥̝̬͂͊̈́̎͘͜ẁ̸̢̨̢̨͖̺͚͚̮̩̠͉̠̠̼̪͍͇̰̙͍̭͉̥͍̝͛̇̈͆̓̋̃̂̐͘̕ͅͅi̸̢̧̖̭͈̞͔͓̻̮̝̫̫̅̍̃̐̆̉̿̈́́͝͝t̵̡̯̤̳̩̺̪͈͉͓͐̈͐͑̀̾͛̍̋̚͘h̵̢̢̡̧̹̖̼̭̥̘̜̪̰̳̩͇͇͖͕͎͈̽̿̈́̈́̅̑̉̌̎̌̎̑̎͒͒̑̾̚͜͝͝͝ ̸̡̛͚̅͑́͊͊̄̍̂̆̎̕͠͠s̶̛͍͙̞̫͉̳͖̳̜̩̤̦͚͒̋̃͌́̈̓̍͑̌͐̅͝p̴͍̯̠͔̓͝ä̷̧̨̟͔̪̯̠͎̝͚̻̙̠̝̭̠̖̱̫̬́̉̊̾͆̊́̂̏͘c̸̨̛̯̯͈͙̄̈́̃̓̒̃̎̉̒̋͒̏̾̋̃̂̒̕̚͝͝͝ę̸̢̢̘̹̱̘͖͎̹͈̦͉̺̳͚̹͚͉̖͕̰̳̣̘͙̊͛̆͌̒̀̅̇̀̐́́͘͝ͅ ̴̛̛͇͈͓͇̰͕͖͈̟̤̐̃͆͒́͂̅̃́͑͛̒̊̈̉̔̈́̿̀̋̂̍̽̿͗̚͘͜͠͝m̵̨̤̯͉̩̯̤̹̭̭̻̰̼̒́̑̔̿͐͗̀̀͗̒̿̆̓͗͛̊̌͗̇́a̷̧̡̺͙̦̪̖̩̰̘̙͔̦̘̗̻̺̩̹̟̎̂̎́̄̀͛̑̌̃̈̄̉̇͋̓̀̈̓̓̕̚͘͜͝ģ̴̡̟͉͔̤͓̣̪͓̯͍̱̳̹͕̞̬͔̘̜̬̠̖̰̙̹̩̥̹̾̃̓̉̎̆̕ͅͅi̸̧̢̛̛̻̹̜͍̮̦̟̩̫͖̙̯̦̯̠̼͍͙̙̳̠̖͐̐̔͐͋̉͊̀̊̄̈́͆̽̃̋͂̃̄̍͌̕͝ç̷̛͔̹͔̗͙̣̰̝̞̝̤͈̝̼̹͕̞̝̫̯̥͈̲̪͓̝̺̪͚̪̖̿̑̒͌̄̔̀̓̐̀̈́̓̚͜ͅ,̴͚̯̲̫̫̮̲̟̯̓̆̃̓̒̇̐͐̿̓͑̚͠͝ͅ ̴̧̠̳͖̞̭͔̞̣̭̼̖̪̺͍̥͉̻̹̭̫͉̼̣̓̌̑͐̕ͅę̶̗̫̪̹̼̮̯͙͉̲̻̻̆̃̎͐͋̃̌̎͑͂̾̋̔̍̎̓ͅx̶̨̼̱̘͎̳͈̺̰̙̆̾̎̋̄͐͛̍̊́̏͐̄͊̓͋̍͊͆̐̅͆̕̕͝͝p̸̡̨͙͈͙̖͓͕̱͓̱̙͍̼̦̫͎̯̈́̂́̂̽͂̽͛̍̃͌͂͌̆̓̓̐̾́̏͘̚͝ơ̶̢̝̟͙̳̟͚͎̻͎͓͉͕̭̭̱̳̘̘̙͕̓̍̎̊̄͋́̏̉͗̀̇̃̋̂̎̓͐̌̕͘̚͠͝s̶̢̢̧̛̤͎͔̲̪̪͈̗͔͚̠̺̙̙͙̗̩͖͆͂̏͆̈́̎͋̆̈̏͐̀̆͊̾͆̎͐̎̅̕͝ͅu̷̩̤̳̬͖̘̗̫͖͕̠͇̪̫̖͇͙͕͉͕͔̖͊̌̿̾̈̄̓̊̉̈́͐̈́̆̀̽̏̑̈́̋̂̈́͒̈͒̕̕͘͜͝͝ͅͅr̴̡̢̹̻̩̲̟̮͈̤͓͍̟̺̲͉̲̝̣̹̰̘͍̼̲͔͕̫̞̆͆̑͌̍̓̈́̚͜ͅe̷̡̢̧̨̢̡̛̗̩͇̤͕̩͙͈̩̱̻̯̩̤͍͚͚̰̤̺͙̝̝̬̪̭̠͊̾͛̀̿̎̆̈́̒͌̾͋̊̽͋̏͂̉̀̃̓̒͘̚͝ ̵̢̢̧̤̟̦͓̦̜̪̳̘̼̝̣̘͖͕̟͓̱̟̜̞̱̘̼̙̥̀̀̽͊̒͗̓̈̈́͛́̅͗̓̽͐̕͘͝͝t̴̢̝̳̗͇̓̅̊̽̔̃͊͐̇̏̓̄̈́̈́̉̾͑͆̒̐̿͘͘̕ö̶̧̢̨̦̳̩̰̘̼̻͍̝̤͎̟̗͖̯͎̖͎̩̻͇͈͖̮́͆̂͌͊̽͐̽͂̄͒̒̉́̏̅̂̏̅̃̏̊̃̍͛̕̚͜͝͠͠͠ ̴̡̧̜̻̜͍͇͉̠̤̘͙̥͎͉̲̦̝̺̘̩̦̲̣͎̘̆̓̒̋̊̆̊̍̿̈́̏͘͝͝ͅd̵̢͍͉͚̹̺̟̦͉̜͍̰͍̹͎̼͉͖͉͚̪̯̤̙͓̝͔͈̲̙͖͆͂̆͗̏̌̇̈́͆̊̂́͒͜͜͝ͅi̵̡̢̧̢̡̛͍̞̺͙͖̼͈̟̙̮̟͔̱̟͙̩̣̮̭̻̣͍̠̠̘̲̥̪͍͗͛̈́̂̇̈́͑̍̔͂̓̊͊̅̂̎̔͊̅͌̈́̓̄̃̽̇̚͘m̸̺̟͗̈́̀̓͊͒͛̈͑̎̌̋̊͒̾̒̽̕͘̚͘͝͝ë̸̛̛̛̼̜͎͇̻͉̹̥̭͔̯̝̗̙̞̬̖̟̘̤̫͎͙̙̤̲͕͚̗́̀̆̎̐̆̓͂̃̈́̊̊̓͋̈́̀̇͂̐̐̌̀̾̓̓̿̕̕͜͠͝ͅͅn̸̛̥̼̹̹̬͕͖͓̰̜͛͂͋̉͑͒̈̂̈́͛̂̀̄͊̾̀̓͋͐̒̚͜͝͝s̴̡̪͖̟̝͇̗͇̹̳͕̦̬̱͉͉͍̪̩̙͆̓͑͛́̓̓̕̚ͅͅͅỉ̶̛̻͍̂͆̄̀̽̉͂͊̈́̃̔̈́̀̈́̄̅̋̂̕̚͠͝o̸̡̧͉͙̲̳̝͕͕͍͕̥̼͙̯̦̤̤̩̻̮̓̑̂̑̾̍̂̆͘͜͝ͅn̷̡̢͍̫̭̰̺̲̞̹̮̤͔̜͕̜̫͕̺͙̣̲̉͗̆̿̿̔̂͒̆̄̈́͜͜a̵̧̨̧̧͔͍̲̻̤͇̞̜̜̙̪̲̫͖͖̦̖̤̝͈̬̖̲̟̪͚͈͇̜̳͛̇͗̎̐̀͐̋̓̃̎̇̏̄͗̇̀̈́̆̌̽͐̓̄̃̈́͘ľ̵̢̛̫̩̻͎̹̺͎̭̤̠̜̣̦̬͉̤̫͕̞̦̹̣̼̗̼̖̜̪̎̇̄̅͆̍̉̔͋̀̀̏̌̑̈͋̀̊͑ͅͅ ̸̛̫͙̞̯̜̟̮͕̆̈̍̓͛̀͗̏͂̅̎͛̉͆̈̎̆̍́̽́̕̚͘͝͝͠͝ȩ̸̧̢̛̖͈͕͍͓̳̤̹̣̻̝̻̰̑̈́̀̀͋̍͐͐̍̾̎͌͘̕̕͘͘͝͠f̵̝̮́̉̀̀͒̽̽̓̌̓͗͑̓̿̀̏̃̄̀̄͐̈́͒̔̓̀̃̿̉͜f̴͎̟͍͂̔̑͘͜ę̴̨̛͙͍͓̣͙̫̗̱̦̯̙͖̻͍̤̫͓̣̤̖͕̫̣̼̼̀̀́͋̀̄̀̿͊̀̏̈́̅̎̑̊̇́͋͂̔͋͊́̚̚͘͝ͅc̶͈̜̚ͅt̶̺̩͈̂́̊̔̿̒̾̑̾̈́̆͠s̶̘͔͇͙̞̤͚̋͘ ̴̢͙̙̘̣̗̝͔͖̤͎͓̽͐̔̑͐́̓̄̈́̌̊̀̚̚͜w̵̢̨̟̱̹̪̣̮͉͕͎̣̭̜̘̱̠̺͍͕̭͕̱͖̫̣̄͊̀̊̓̂̈́̂̈́͜͜͠͠ͅì̴̢̡̺̮̰͓͓̳̟̠̪̳̬̦͔̰̣͔̼̥̱͉̣̩̖̲̬̦͚̹̝̐̀͜ͅļ̸̨̧̛̟̣̺̜͍̭̟̞̦̟̹̞͎͙̜̬̹̱͈̬͚̺̆̿̈́̇͆̍̂̂̇̄̀̏̄̄͑͐͒̄̈̍̑͆̾̎̕̚͘͜͠ͅͅļ̷̢̢̛̦͉̼̞̰̺̹̦͉͈͍̺̻͔̻͈̣̭̤̙̠͚̓͆́̽͋́̃̇͊͋̃̒͆̀̍̔̿̈́̌͂̾̆̉͆̍́̄͐̉̓͘͜ ̴̢̧̛̺̦̻͔́͒̈́͋̓̾̇̊̔̐̌̈́͝ȕ̵͔̖͎͎̀̾̓̓̋́̏̆͆̑͝͠ņ̶̬̘̲̗͉̣͉̯͕̤́̂̀͂̽͒͛̍̈́̈́͗̑̊͑͒̈̔͋̽̾̚̕͘͜͝ͅļ̷̢̡̧̧̨̡̛̲̤͔͍̟̟͇̹͛̀̈́̈́͌̀̉̓͊̈́̍́̆͌̀̈́͗́͊͗́͊̈́͑͂̀̈́̓̽̽͘̕͘͜ͅơ̴̧̡̗̥̖̩͙̲̺̼̠̩͖͖͎͕̞̻͔͔͙̑̌̇͛͊̾̃̈́͋̑͆̈̐̓̓̇̾̍̿̏̾̈́̇̔̄͠͝ͅͅͅc̶̢̨̧̥̯͍̼̘̙̯̱͓͇̹̠̉̈̔̽̈́͒̊͛̑̒̌͐̋͑̃̽̀́̒͂̏͋͊͒̌͝͝͠k̴̡̢̥͉͓̹͎̲͌̊͋̈̔̂͆͂̉͑̂͛̈̕͜͝ ̶̨̢̧̨̛̱̮͎̺͇͓̤̰̰͓̥̲̘͎̩̟̘̿̓́̂̀̑̅̑̅̍̚ͅf̴̛̰̫̖̖̳̫͎͍̙̥̤̲̜͎͖̱̣̥̻̳̌̍̀́͋̿̈́̋̆̐̒͗̕̕̕͘͜u̸̧̧̡̺̯̫̝̤̺̮͚̖̝͖͍̮͎̟̹̭̦̜̹̜̰͕͎̝̯̐̊̅̈́̀͐͆̊͐̇̋͒͗̀̅̒̓̓͗̔͌̎̄̀̚̕̚͝͝ͅͅr̶̠͈͚͇̝̩͙̮͉̝͖͕͎͉̝̍̀͐̀̑͗̇͆̎͋͜t̴̨̨̢̨̡̛̲͖͇͓̼̳̬̫͖̱̼̦̤͓̙͓͍͔͉͍̺̲̫̝̣̥̳͙͋̐̑̑̑̉̐͆̅͆͑͋̈́̄̾̄̿͌́̽͆́͗͋̈́͗́̏̕͘͝͠͝ͅh̶̢̡̛̰̮͚̯̱͎̋̈͛̍̎́͛͒͂͌̿͌͗̾͆̕̕͝͝ę̵̨̧̛͎̜̙̩̺̞̰̠̠̦̻̣̩̟͔͙͙̻̞̥̰̼̜̪̫̤̥̣̭̫͐͂̀̇̇͌̍́͛͂̐̿̊́̒͋̔͛̄͐͋͂̀̃̊̓̿̈́̑̓̀̿̕r̸̡̨͔̖͖̯̫̹̙͍̗̲͉̟͉̮̝̺̟͉͎̺̄̈́͂̂́̊͂̍͊̇̿͌̐̒̾̏́̽͒̽̇̏̀̄͘̕͝͠͝ ̷̡̧̻̻̤̞͙̯͇̩̱̮̯͔̠͉̳̙̈́̓͊́͆̅̇́̅̓͐͛͌̒̐̈́͆̄̓̌̇̃̅̚͝ȩ̴̡̮͚̲̖̰̲̯̘͉̮͕͇͕͒̌̆̌̀̚͜f̸̧̜͍͖̲͙͙̺̞̤̘̯͎̖̖̳̗͍͕͆̀͆̆̀̓͗̇͐̄̈́̉̏̉̋͗̔̒̒̊̕͠͝͠ͅͅf̵̢̡̡͔̭̳͓͙͙̬͔̖̥̩̞̗̪̊̎͋̈́̾̈́̈́̿̔̔̕̕e̷̡̘͇̻͇͎͙͍̙̗͙̩̞̰̓̃́͂͘ͅc̴̨̡̛̯̮̝̺͇̭̘̗͓̠̠͖͕̘̞͕̟̠̳͕̳̪̮͍̓̎̓̊͊̐͂̓̀̄̈́̒̈̒̿͜͠t̴̞̟͆̀͆͋͋̅̈́͊͒̈́̌̈́̿̑̒̔͑͌̕ṡ̴̛̱̋͗̔̋̃͑.
Undying 1
You physical growth and decay will happen at a slower rate exposure to Necros will upgrade this effect.
Anima chimera 1
Your soul is used to absorbing others, when you kill something, a part of it will be naturally drawn to you.
Rune
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Skill, rune and trait allocation incoming.
Sufficient mental capacity detected, changing choice to manual.
Now, my mouth wasn’t developed enough to curse yet, but my aggressive confusion prompted a lot of memories in regards to litRPG and video games to flood my mind, informing me of this decisions importance.
I was still a somewhat unborn, with sapience forced upon me by the sacrifice of someone that spend his life making content most didn’t even pretend to care about, the pimple on Cthulhu’s leftmost testicle, and millions of megalomaniac wannabe dark lords.
Two thirds of me feared death more than anything else, and one third couldn’t comprehend it meaning in the slightest.
As an artist, I wanted this life to be the crown jewel and apex of the millions of existences it took to reach this opportunity.
None of us wanted to miss out on the opportunity this provided. Even Cthulhu's smallest suction cup would not have gained this opportunity if it wasn’t for their determination to grab whatever opportunity it had, even if that opportunity was a summoned hero accidentally launched right at it.
I was the universes biggest mistake, and I’d show it the power of stupid decisions.
Now, it was time to choose some skills.