Chapter 61, Two Searches Complete
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"You seek this... lesser entity?" The Angel asked, Lokreum grinning as they observed the strange being on the large planet below them.
"Indeed. His ideals align with ours, and he has a secret that only me and you would possibly be able to understand." Lokreum stated, Alexandria and Kieron tilting their heads in confusion.
"Indeed... I cannot understand anything about the existence I am looking at..." Kieron whispered, "Precisely. The difference in power systems cannot be overcame by brute power since the systems they use are nearly on par with the systems we have created." Lokreum answered, his hands behind his back.
"All I see is... A level 5 existence." Alexandria frowned, Shujioki looking back at her over his shoulders.
"Don't be so quick to judge. Yes, his energy reserves may be equivalent to a level 5, but the potency and power of the energies he has puts him near the 8th level. Despite that, he has one specific ability that could put him in virtually any level. He could perhaps even take you on in a battle, and come out as the victor..." Lokreum stated, Alexandria going wide eyed and keeping her mouth closed.
"Ah... Yes, you all go by the Kreuvian System correct? I encountered multiple realities using that system in my days... That's why I decided to create a more broad system that wasn't as focused as the Kreuvian System." Shujioki started, "There are countless energies and conduits within my domain that one could use to rise to power."
"And the one we are observing can flawlessly use them all, thanks to you." Lokreum cut in.
"You gave your daughter multiple lesser versions of the Uendelig Arc, and she gave even lesser versions to her children. One of the most bottom of the barrel iterations of the Uendelig Artifact landed in our prospects hands, and he upgraded it to be on par with yours on his very own."
"...Did he?" The Angel said, dumbfounded.
"He did. And thanks to the artifact stemming from a diluted version of your Aeonic Artifact, which held a sliver of my infinite power... The prospect was able to tap into the infinite power within his artifact and make it flourish!... But that's also because one of your descendants gave him another ability that held my infinite power in it. All Adaptability was it?" Lokreum grinned, Shujioki's face contorting.
"They... what." He glared at the human that walked the earth, tempted to teleport and greet him.
"Ha, I am wasting time explaining. This is all unnecessary, nevertheless, feel free to watch, or even join in as I talk to this god."
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Standing in an open clearing, was a group of people.
One was a tall dark skinned man, his rough, long black hair fluttering in the wind. His fists balled for just a moment, before the tension in his body fell.
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"Who might you be?" The man asked, his hands moving behind his back as his white eyes turned relatively lazy.
A calm expression was seen on his face as the one that opposed him grew a vibrant smile.
"Good. You can still control your lies. I know you are keeping up a front, but I will not expose you to the one behind, nor will I reveal your secrets to your potential colleagues." The abstract existence, full of ever changing colors, spoke.
It's visage was an acid trip, quite literally. Amon, the dark skinned man, could not tell what exactly he was looking at.
In his mind, he was slightly frightened, and many abilities were forming within his existence.
He developed skills on the spot, like [Poker Face], [Perfect Liar], [Quick Thinking], [Parallel Processing], and countless others in just a second.
"But, I am... A God. Though, more accurately, just God." The Abstract one replied.
"Just God? There are countless gods out there, what makes you think you are worthy of the title God?" Amon questioned, inquiry written on his face.
"You're quite the confident one. That's a good trait to have, but don't let it get to your head. I understand your goal, as... Adam, does not know who you truly are, but you may let it go. Let us talk in private, away from the one that follows you, and away from the ones that follow me." It smiled.
"..." Amon thought for a few moments, the one behind him finally struggling to his feet.
"The opportunity you are being presented is heavenly. In the vast cosmos, very few will ever get this chance. If anything, you might be the last one to receive this offer." Out of thin air, three existences materialized behind the abstract one.
There was a beautiful red haired woman, the one that had just spoken those words. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, she wore no clothes, so her everything was on display to the world nearby.
Besides her was another that wore no clothes, though he was male, and lacked genitalia. His face was empty, a strange cube floating within his head.
And, beside this one, was an angel.
A blonde haired man wearing all white, with large white wings outstretched behind his back.
"She does not lie. I wish I was the one granted this opportunity, but instead it was you." The angel spoke.
Despite being overwhelmed by four existences that could clearly fold him like a lawn chair, Amon kept his cool.
His false aura as an age old deity still holding out against the four true age old deities before him.
"So let us disappear into the folds of existence for a brief conversation." The abstract one said, reaching it's hand out towards Amon.
"Alright, I agree to this conversation."
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"Where is it..." A raspy voice muttered, as it's owner sped through space. He dashed in different directions, crossing lightyears in seconds as he rapidly zoomed around the fractured reality.
"I feel it. It's somewhere around here." He spoke with quick breaths. His heart was palpitating, nearly beating out of his chest.
He could feel a calling, somewhere within this small lightyear radius.
There was something calling out to him.
In between the bounds of his home reality, hiding in the midst of the shattered miniature realities that were present all around...
He could feel it.
His heart skipped a beat as he sped around, covering nearly every inch of the domain he was searching.
"There!" He stopped for barely a zeptosecond, dashing through a fold in existence and slipping out of it.
He found himself in a strange space, where his power was null. He couldn’t feel some parts of himself, as if he had been reduced to complete mortality, and he no longer had control over all of his aspects.
The floor beneath him was a solid but sticky dark tar, and for as far as his eyes could see, it was pitch black.
He wanted to question where exactly he was, but he did not speak.
He slowly turned around, trying to gather as much information, but it was soon revealed to him.
Having done a 180, he saw the wildest sight before his eyes.
”You’ve finally come back for me have you?” The woman sat at the feet of a stone statue, her eyes heavy as if she had not even heard the word sleep in many years.
Julius’ fists tightened, and his lips quivered.
”Citemer?...”
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