Cher's pov: 

“Had I really done that?” Cher touched her hot cheeks and closed her eyes in embarrassment.

Cher was a huge addict when it came to love games and roleplays. It had been the center of her last life, as she never got to meet good boys except Lem.

She then had gotten desperate and tried to relieve herself on other guys, as she left Lem in the comfortable friendzone. She really wanted him as a husband not a boyfriend. 

All of the other boys would probably lick her shoes.

It was disgusting.

Now after her awakening she was still uncomfortable with such situations…not that she knew that but still.

Oh, look there is Heyla. I took the freedom of circulating my withering broth refinement and supercharging my hand with Broyolm energy. 

I broke the sound barrier and rapidly slapped Heyla with my supercharged hand. Heyla gasped and exploded into millions of pieces that came back together instantly. Her eyes started to bleed. 

“Hey, stop doing that you brat!” Heyla showed her white teeth in anger. “Last one is a rotten egg!” I said. I looked at Heyla and giggled, as I speed away.

“That’s one huge fucking cliché but ok. Whatever you say Ninx.” I heard behind me. My eyes suddenly closed on their own, and I twisted to the side. 

“Hurry up rotten egg! We need to visit the passing greys and ask for some anti tracking technology!” Heyla went away into the sky and pierced the image of the sky above her to reveal a huge flying saucer.

Aliens, or just people like us. 

End of Cher's pov...

I keep looking at the playing Cher and Heyla fly away. “At least I know where to go now.” I gripped my rusty sword and admired the screen above it. 

Walker's world.

Such good times where those. Chaos finding him, helping him and letting him search for his family. “It was his last gift to me.” I tweaked with the stats of the blade.

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Blades condition: 100?

Which attribute do you want to add?

Fire.

Wind.

Water.

Matter.

Presence. 

Dark. 

Light. 

Arcanic.

I debated my options, and I clicked on water.

Which kind?

Corrosion, erosion, healing, tidal, tick?

I switched to another topic.

What wright do you want?

First wright.(must destroy galaxies.)

Second wright (find the ore pobem)

Third wright (find an unicorn)

Fourth wright (consume the flesh of a god)

Fifth(...)

…

I closed the screens. “I might do this later. I created a bed from thin air and dropped on it, as I Waited for Cher and Heyla to come back.

“Oh. well hello there.” I stopped time with the help of the system inside my sword. “AHAHHAH! You think that a system without a connection to chaos will affect me? A human looking fellow took his time in a place with no time. “Endless walkers are so stupid now a days.”

A god. 

He was the god of the greys: Troid. The god of the dance of stars. His eyes flared blue and a sparkle of lights. He smiled and bowed.

“Nice to meet you.” Legions of giants appeared behind him. I stood my ground and shouted. “We have company!” Looks like Che and Heyla were really gone.

The god took a seat and the monsters charged towards me. I ran towards them and slid pass their defences. “I'm just going to kill you in order to finish this quickly.” I stabbed my sword in his gut.

“Fool.” I was shot back and stomped till my head turned the ground into rubble. “It’s time to bring you to him.” I felt the force of infinite will travel through my system.

Fuck yeah! It’s been awhile since I used your will completely, isn't that right chaos?

I took hold of his hard foot and slowly started to crush it and bit into it. He would know a world of pain. “Ascended footwork!” The world tuned into a feeble electricity.

Congratulations. You have unlocked the fourth wright...