> A simple question is but natural curiosity. But to what extent must answers be seeked?
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Probacon and the two individuals now travelled at extreme speeds through a physical phenomena: a wormhole of sorts, with the environment of a widened hollow tube, spiraling with tints of blue and white, flowing with what could only be described as “cosmic energy”. The wormhole itself seemed to be special; as they travelled not through points in a singular extent of space-time, but rather, between multiple of such, and possibly even supernormal planes. Their means of travel was a sort of bubble, one of strange shape and composition.
"Excuse my rudeness, but…" Probacon would say, break a long-lasting silence, and looking to cure his curiosity.
"Yes, we know you have questions." One of the men interrupted, in a celestial, semi-robotic voice, right before the other chimed in with a similar tune. "And two…no, three precise ones at that."
Then they spoke in complete sync with one another. "And we will answer them accordingly."
"Okay…" Probacon remarked with a raised brow, particularly perturbed by the odd behavior on display.
"Well, you already know what's on my mind, so can I get some answers?”
Their travel continued, while various things seemed to crash onto the bubble's exterior, but were of no true danger to it or its current occupants.
"Firstly, this interversal travel via wormhole will take a length of time…" One uttered, immediately followed by his companion. "However, it will not be egregious as our destination is in close reach.”
"And how does this work exactly?"
"Simply put, it is akin to a spacecraft, only more complex.” "Complex, in the sense that it simply follows more rules than a spacecraft."
"As wormholes permit for travel across points of time and space, via warping of the very fabrics…"
"Within it are many, many dangerous entities and components from different places in time and space…"
"Therefore the need for this bubble…" "Formed of cosmic energy, for both protection and sustenance…"
"Easing the difficulty of traveling within the wormhole." They concluded in unison.
《Wormholes. Of a fiction to many, of reality to others.》
"However, even that is dependent on numerous factors…" "As many beings can still use a wormhole without such bubble…"
"We are one of such, but your people, the Djin, are not. So we must make do to accommodate you." “(Ah, I get it now).” Probacon would whisper in the backspace.
"Ah, alright. That makes sense, I guess. So, what about my other questions?" Probacon stated with a sense of satisfaction from that answer, but still with a hunger for more.
"The Great Archversal Showdown." "Excuse me?"
"It is the name of this comimg gala. The Great Archversal Showdown."
"Oh. What's…it about? Why is it happening?" Probacon asked.
"What is the date, young Djin?" One of the men inquired.
Probacon paused for a moment, with a look of confusion as to why such was asked. However, he was plagued by his innate enthusiasm about the possible explanation.
"Uh, it's 『Æ15-77○!"
"Correct…fractionally." The other man said. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"That date is specific to your planet, within your reality, which is but a small speck of dust in contrast to our vast existence. An omniverse!"
"An omniverse!?...Those theories are fact?"
"Our time shortens quickly, so we will explain it with haste and simplicity.”
"In short, the totality of our omniverse was created much before, thus is much older than anything else, only being outdone in that aspect by a few, one of whom, its Maker."
"This omniverse, as you may have learnt, is of lesser multitudinous worlds, spheres, dimensions and planes, linked in all forms of manners and in a repeating pattern of constant minute fractality…"
"All built of layers upon levels of reality, to all degrees, eventually invoking absolute irrelevance..." "All of which are junctured through a means or another. Truly infinite and endless, but none in contrast to the sum…" "A construct of 'omni-reality', of and and beyond the greatest of such forms in its totality..."
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"And the...age?" Probacon asked, quickly turning to one of the men. "..."
"None proper, but it has been deduced that from this exact period in time…centillions of years indefinite!"
"Centillions?!" Probacon jumped with impossibly wide eyes. Well, that's one large number! Doubt even my ancestors were around then, and they're probably super old!!
"Yes, such longevity…,” one would respond. "And because of that, HE commands a commemoration…"
《This truth of its creation is in its limbo.》
"...the one who created it, right? The Grandmaster Deity." Probacon inquired with more seriousness.
《Hidden within the plain view.》
"Yes. He wants to celebrate all within this creation of His…" "And to do so, a tournament to showcase all of that, is being hosted…"
"To remind all of the beauty and good of existence!" They finished in their synced unison.
"So it's the first time?" "No…" One responded, displaying a huge unenthusiastic shift in his tone and gesture.
"It has happened before, once…"
"Just once? Why?" "..."
"A disastrous calamity…" "One that changed the shape of existence forever…"
"Then why once again? Wouldn't you want to avoid a repeat?"
"Because, at the end of the day…" "A calamity can always be undone…"
"Through the intentions of pure hearts…” They declared, and as always, in unison.
"Alright, guess I can accept that." Probacon sighed in acceptance, whereas the three's journey was still in progress, nearing the destination as they moved through a new part of the wormhole.
"So, for the last–." "You desire to know why we speak in unison, correct?"
"Y-yes…" Probacon nervously twitched in reply.
Both laughed simultaneously, amused by the boy's curiosity and want for answers.
It didn't fascinate in any way the deeply displeased Probacon however, who frowned at their response.
They noticed his reaction and chose to contain their laughter.
"Well then, we shall tell you…" One said with a cough. "The simple truth is, that we are one…" The other continued in his stead.
"Yet at the same time, we are not…" "Two consciousnesses, born from one…" "A twin existence, yet a singular one…"
"We are members of those who are called Duces, those meant to guide…"
"We are one of many, and two of many, and two of one…"
"I am Duco…" "I am Tueor…"
"We are…Ducotueorile!" They boldly proclaimed in perfect synchrony.
"...Well, that was, um, interesting. Very interesting." Probacon remarked, still highly weirded out by the unified statement. They really are a strange duo.
"Regardless, all three questions have been answered. We hope, and know, you are satisfied with our responses."
"Now, we must keep focus, for our journey now nears the conclusion, so pardon us."
"Actually," Probacon chimed in, "I didn't have three questions. I had four. Sorta surprised you ignored the last one…"
The two's hands suddenly stopped, with an erratic jolt all they did halted greatly.
They slowly turned their head to face it, the inevitability they had attempted to elude.
"Now, for my final question, which you didn't want to answer for some reason…" "...."
"Who is the Grandmaster Deity? What is His true nature?"
《He is [REDACTED].》
"You should have grasped it from that which you have learnt. As for the second part, that is…" "Undisclosable. Unknown. To many, if not All."
"Even to us, some of his servants. Very few know much about him in a sense…" "Why?" "He simply wills it so…"
"But he has left the great extents with the multivariate that all define Himself…" "Why He does it…"
"Is not a must-know. It is just to be accepted. Because…" "That is just His nature!!!"
"Hmmm." Probacon mulled with closed eyes.
He entered a deep thought. What's with the secrecy about Him? Even reading about Him as a kid was a blank to me. I could only really get the whos and whats, but never the whys or hows. Hmm….
You know what? I've already kick-started this journey. So I'll find out for myself!! He thinks with conviction, while the Duces turned their heads ever so slightly to his placement, looking with clear hints of troubled senses.
"We are arriving,” said one of the Duces, whereas Probacon jumped forward to stand between them and take a look at what they all saw.
Before them was their "exit”, a whorling blue portal that seemed to lead “elsewhere”.
So, this is where it begins for me. Probacon thought to himself.
He then gave a bold grin, with only bright thoughts in his mind. Better make the most of this, me!!
The bubble began passing through that gate, taking the Duces and Probacon into a new realm, a new place. Leading the Djin to a where beyond what he had known…
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