Chapter 1 Chaos
Shitty Random Omnipotent Being I would curse your name but I can not remember it just like I cant remember my own name. Lost the right to remember it in a wager. I do not know if it was a kindness or something else but he drilled every gamble I wan and lost into my mind.
The ability to remember my skills and experience from my last life won. I am starting to think he went easy on this one
The ability to keep my last life’s name. Lost that bet apparently there is some kind of magic that allows the user to influence the mind of a target but having a powerful name provides protection for some reason, to bad he said that after I lost my old name.
The ability to know and speak the name of the Random Omnipotent Being that Transmigrated me. Something about having the backing and blessing of a patron making things easier.
Luck or Fate. No gamble no game no explanation just a choice I picked Luck hoping it would help me with the later gambles. Ha no luck there. Maybe that was the gamble? I feel like I said that before.
The right to select my cheat in my new life. Lost that bet. If you thought I was devastated then what till you hear what I lost next
The right to pick the quality of my next life’s cheat. Lost that one and he would not even tell me what quality my cheat would be he just said whats the fun of that.
The ability to speak and read the first language I come across as if I had studied it and its offshoot and sister languages for one thousand years. Won that one he just laughed I have no idea why he found me winning that game funny.
The right to pick what I look like in my next life. Lost that one too. I swear if I look ugly I am going to make the largest statue of all time that looks like him in the most embarrassing situation I can think of, I remember the internet I have the power to make it God dam horrid
The right to pick what race I end up ass. Lost, can you now see why I think he was messing with me forcing me to remember every bet and in which order the where made. I said as I turned to the little spark of light I could see in the distance past the fog of pain and color.
The right for my transmigration process to be painless. You guessed it lost that one as well. As he hardened his skin from the pain the fog induces on contact with his body.
He was about to send me at that point when I asked some questions about where I was going you know is there a system can I have a system is there any way I can go double or nothing.
He said there was no system and even if I won the bet to choose my cheat he could not give me a system something about a Geneva convention fore where I am going as for going double or nothing he laughed and called me a man after his own heart. And gave me two options for additional bets
first I could pay my ability to remember every game I have played with him to earn the right to play one more game and if I won I would get one ticket to change the change the outcome of one bet. I lost.
And for the true double or nothing I win I get to play every game again to see if I win this time and the ones I already beat him at would have there effects doubled but If I lost I would cease. I did not play and cut my losses. His reaction was to grin and say good choice before dumping me in this fog of pain and mind searing colors
and now I’m bored again. How long will I halve to sit in this pain bath before I can get properly transmigrated. I wish I could play a video game he said. Before doing the hand gesture of placing a block in his favorite sand box game which he loved playing in AVR or Augmented Virtual Reality. Only to see an iconic one meter cubed block of dirt.
That is a block of dirt from M…. he never finished his sentence as the pain fog ate into the block of dirt causing it to brake and the item to fly away from him and to a small black dot in the distance. Placing another block this time obsidian he watched the rainbow colored mind braking fog that hurt to touch swirl and form into a one meter squared block of obsidian that floated on its own suspended in space and as he slowly drifted down bellow it he watched the animation of the particles on the surface of the obsidian block change in the same pattern as a block being mined. Before with a pop the block of obsidian turned into an item. Watching the item of obsidian fall to the black dot in the distance that he now new thanks to the block of obsidian he was slowly moving towards.
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If I had to guess when I get to that black dot I am going to finish my transmigration. So in the mean time lets play a game.
Looking around he gust had to decide what game he was going to play and how since he had started with his favorite single player sand box game he mite as well start there and if he gets bored he could think of something else to get up to. But for now he needed to gather lots and lots of the fog but how.
Despite not halving hands or any other parts of his body he could see he found himself able to reach out and grab some of the fog and hold it. It was sorta like forcing yourself to hold a hot potato but still he could do it. he could even gather it into a pile and make something solid that would drift with him. But the moment he turned it into any thing the fog around it would turn it back into more of the fog. He was convinced that if he managed to fall asleep despite the pain of the fog, the fog would pull him apart into more fog killing him. But with that morbid thought he needed some way to turn the fog into something that can resist the fog so that he could play a game or perhaps get some rest.
But in order to play a sand box game he would need enough material to make a planet unless he wanted to play sky block or something. No he needed a planet if he wanted to play anything other than a sand box any way so how was he going to form something that large in any reasonable time frame.
Planets are formed in the gravity well of stars or well by gravity basically but that process is slow I need something faster like magnetism but magnetism has such short rang however magnetism can be used to generate fusion. How about both.
Reaching out all around himself he pulled in every thing he could get his hands on pulling it to himself gathering it into a single point. Hay this feels like my body is could except my hands which are siting in a blazing fire.
Distractions aside I hope this works. instead of just turning the fog into a block of one meter cube like he had before he instead called on his knowledge of physics specifically about gravity, magnetism, the atomic formula for iron. The chemical properties of iron and why it makes a good magnet. With all of the above information locked in his head he felt that this was a magical enough situation to have fun casting a spell even if it will do nothing but make him feel better.
I call on the Echo of creation the first words spoken.
to form the laws of mater, space, and time.
I desire a form organized and self perpetuating.
to shape a world core from which to birth a planet out of chaos.
With the first words out of his mouth he started rolling the stuff in his hands into a ball almost ass if it was burning clay
I call on the Echo of creation the first words spoken.
I have no name to back my request so I sit on your mercy.
to guide my hand which is short on time to make my only master craft.
with my will and my hand I craft a world core to birth a planet out of chaos.
Third verse third verse how about I name this thing.
I call on the Echo of creation the first words spoken.
To judge the name of the world I wish to make.
A name both a promise and Desire voiced to perpetuity.
The name I wish to have the echo of creation judge is…
I don’t have a name ready shoot uw over world nether end it is a crafting game so lets add that and the heimr for the land of on the end
ONECHEIMR. With the name leaving his lips it seemed to echo through his body reverberating him as he pushed his will into the solidified fog in his hands that lost its rainbow hue tacking on the blue incandescence of white hot iron as he held the twin forces of gravity and magnetism with the purpose of pulling in the fog around him and turning it into mater to be used to make a world.
As he focused on his plan willing it to take form he felt a powerful presence surround and focus on him before giggling out a speech in a soft feminine voice more felt than heard, you where right to put yourself at my mercy. doing something like making a world where nun should be. you named it the land of crafting the land hell and end but you have no name and so the name you gave it has no power to fix this I name you Onec for this will be your Heimr your home. have fun now but know I am watching you.
As suddenly as the presence cam it left and with its leaving every thing fell into place gravity and magnetism came into being and he watched the area he had cleared of the painful fog come to vanish as the fog came rushing in only to be turned into more iron strengthening the power of the both gravity and the local magnetic field.
Unfortunately for Onec all good things have a price the price he must pay for his plan to work was the pain of all of that fog rushing through him with a sensation like having molten lead running threw his bones. Despite the pain Onec was happy as he had one thought running through his mind loading world generating chunks.