Chapter Twenty One, The Savior!
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I actually had power!
Power with which I could change the tides of destiny. Power with which I could actually protect my loved ones.
Power with which I could solidify my place in history, and become a powerful figure no one would mess with like they used to!
"This power… Praise the lord." I mumbled, flexing my arms as I examined my body to the fullest.
My skin was an ashen gray, with cracks at different points, running all along my body. It was as if the texture of my body changed to that of stone.
Along the back of my arms, were golden veins, stemming throughout them fully, connecting to my back where I could feel the bones protruding.
I was now a 9 foot tall giant with pure lean muscle.
I had turned into the textbook definition of a divine being, with ethereal golden particles floating around my visible spine.
Putting the physical changes aside, I turned to examine my surroundings.
Like I noticed earlier, I was standing in a broken and decrepit old church.
Bodies strewn across the floor, moss everywhere.
I ignored the blue orbs of light floating just above all the bodies, I could tell they signified the remnants of their souls.
But that was of lesser importance.
I turned back towards the largest corpse within this construct.
I gazed into it's dead eyes, examining every inch of it's being.
Unconsciously, the kreus and Law essence within my body started to churn, threatening to escape from my Origin.
And it did so.
The pure law essences of Soul, Life and Fate burst forth from my eyes, silently enveloping the corpse in front of me.
{You have successfully formed a Skill capable of identification! The Skill, [Existence Analysis] has been added to the [Soul lord] Skill-Tree.}
Following that screen, another popped up in my vision.
[Analysis]
-|DEAD|-
|Name: Qatar| -Titles: [Embodiment of Assimilation], [Embodiment of Invincibility], [Embodiment of Fate], [Embodiment of Wrath]... |Species: Hybrid Embodiment| |Remnant Aspect: -| - Remnant Origin: Empty - Form Temperament: Lesser Stellar - Mental Temperament: - |Realm: -|
- [Life Overview]: Qatar, an Embodiment of Recreation that refused to let his life end. He forced his way into perfect reincarnation, arriving within the Deadlands. Though because of this defiance of natural law, he was trapped within the realm, forced to devour the remnants of any and every being he came across to increase his power. Though unfortunately for him, after becoming the ruler of these lands, the Rupturing took place, releasing millions of monstrosities and Apocryphal ones onto the lands. Coupled with the fact he had his Origin crumbled, stopping his regeneration of Essence, he had to navigate the new rules of reality, forming Aspect and reforming his broken Runic Ecritures. Though, he faced utter annihilation when battling a genius Apocryphal God.
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My eyes wanted to fall out of my head.
I had just eaten the soul of a god!
And with the utter abundance of Law essences that most from my home world weren't even capable of dreaming about…
Then, looking into my origin and examining the seas of kreus and Law essence…
It explained how I had so much energy without even cultivating Laws.
I had stolen it straight from the soul of Qatar!
Along with this amalgamation of energy within my soul, I was able to peer into the workings of kreuvian essence, understanding it's benefits.
{Congratulations! You have successfully formed Kreuvian essence and understood it. You have broken into the next realm, [Kreuvian Essence].}
{Congratulations, you have condensed so much energy, that your Kreuvian essence has turned into corporeal seas within your origin! You have broken into the next realm, [Kreuvian Sea].}
The two screens appeared before as I had multiple epiphanies, the knowledge of how to formulate kreuvian essence and condense it into corporeal seas, flowing around in my mind.
I kept getting level up after level up…
"This is…" The words couldn't even leave my throat.
My mind was boggled.
The more time I spent in this place-... The Deadlands, the more my memories came back to me.
I had understood it all now.
I was a normal human.
A human, who worked a simple job, dreaming of being like the heroes.
Being like the heroes that used the Laws that defied reality, letting them fly, peer into the future, spew flames out of their mouth.
They were supernatural existences!
I aspired to be like them.
I wanted to be a hero too, to be someone others could rely on.
I wanted to smile back at the civilians I saved from the meteors that often rained down on the world.
Or even to save them from those titanic beasts that too used the Laws to alter reality.
I wanted to be special.
But my view was changed easily.
It was changed the day I watched a hero brutally murder both my parents, simply because they 'disrespected his authority'.
It opened my eyes, showing me the darker side of the 'heroes'.
From then on, I saw most heroes in a different light, easily being able to pick up on their arrogant norms.
I sat on my bed every night, trying to beat the odds and comprehend one of the lesser, and well-known Laws.
The Law of Fire.
I came up with theories day and night, trying to understand what the Law of Fire stood for, what it imposed on reality, and how it could be utilized.
And eventually, I succeeded!
I felt the energy swirl inside of my stomach, opening my eyes, letting them peer into my soul.
It was a dream come true! I would be able to become a hero, a true hero that lived for the sake of his people.
But then, before I could even bask in my own power, the earth split, buildings falling apart as I could feel an ethereal energy pass over my body.
With it came a sight I would forever ingrain within my mind.
{Apocalypse is coming and the [Primordial Sage] has decided to assist the existences of the Astral.}
{With her gift of the Infinite System, rise to power, combat the monstrosities of the void, and the apocalyptic ones of Asterisk!}
{You, Julius Randell, have a grand fate! Be a memorable character that rises to power. A character that led his people to victory over the apocalypse. Save this reality!}
It was multiple blue panels that shed light on my situation.
Though it granted a small bit of information.
"A grand fate?…" Were the only words I were able to speak, when a dark tear in reality formed within my very own room…
Out of it came a strange, armored, horned humanoid.
It had black scaly skin, two horns protruding out of the sides of its unusually shaped head.
The crystalized spikes jutting out of its back, and the metallic claws on its hands and feet only added to it's demonic aura.
Before my mind could even process what it was seeing, the creature had dashed towards me.
Everything went black in an instant…
I had been killed by an Apocryphal one, as I had assumed, and with the latent essences I had from my first incarnation as the Human Progenitor, I found myself within the Deadlands…
I awoke in front of the body of a god, and that was only the beginning of the story.
"A grand fate." I repeated from my memory feeling the visions of my previous lives returning to me.
I paused, looking towards the corpse in front of me, and the panel displaying my power off to the side.
"I will save this reality." I set my goal, the will within me flaring, fate unknowingly churning above my head, as the tides of destiny started to move.
"I will save this reality!"
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