Chapter 62, An Eccentric Personality

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Two men sat in an isolated space, afloat in the cosmic sea. They were resting on solidified essences, which formed two chairs, leaving a table of condensed energy to float in between them.

"So, Adam White... I have a proposition for you." One of the men smiled, a strange toothy smile on his abstract face.

The one opposite of him, Amon, or, originally Adam White, scrunched his nose.

In his mind, everything was running at thousands of miles.

'I didn't even feel anything?... How does he know my name?' Amon thought, his face contorting in a hundred different ways as he could no longer control his emotions.

He had been thrown over the edge, pushed beyond what his abilities could handle for a moment.

But, thankfully, with All Adaptability everything was soon reeled in, and his face was back to normal.

"Ah, you see that right there? That is my ability, Mister White. Look, use it again, and you'll feel it." Amon's face that had become flat, had once again started to contort.

Yet, in that moment, his jaw dropped, his eyes bulged, and his hands gripped the sides of his head.

From his perspective, he could actually see it.

For but a moment, he glanced at the infinite power linked to him through his Aeonic Skill, as the Uendelig Arc had named it.

He saw tendrils of indescribable authority, attached to the figure before him. He watched as they thickened and pulsated whenever he adapted to something new. He could feel the boundless strength pouring into his existence whenever he needed it, granting him the ability to do nearly anything he wanted.

"Wh-Who are you?" His voice had changed, his facade breaking. He no longer held a false wisdom in his tone, and the youth had returned to both his expressions and speech.

He was no longer hellbent on being the age old god he wished to be, as he could clearly tell, he was standing right in front of one.

"Well. I am... the Father of all there is to be! I am God, to put it simply. Everything stems from me, and I rule over the entirety of existence." Amon gulped.

"I am... was, Adam white. Now, I am Amon the Powerful... But, I'm sure you already know that." Amon spoke, his voice wavering.

"I do indeed." God spoke, "So let us get down to it! You wish to start a pantheon, do you not?" He questioned.

Amon twisted in his seat, his hands gripped at the arm rests of his seat.

Slowly, a smile was threatening to form.

"Yes I do." He replied.

"You wish to be a god, do you not?" His lips curved.

"I do."

"You wish to have fun? To be free? Powerful? Authoritative? Mysterious even? I can give it all to you!... Your ideals align with mine, and in addition, another mind would be beneficial to our cause."

The offers laid on the table before him made Amon's mouth curve upwards.

"So, join my pantheon as a core member, and build up a reality alongside me and my others. Grow powerful under my tutelage, and become an essential figure in history that stands beside me." Lokreum's eyes were wide, a smile too appearing on his face.

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The tension had built and someone was quick to shatter it.

"Dude I would love that!" Amon shot out of his chair, a wide grin on his face.

God, or better put, Lokreum, smiled at the sight.

He leaned back in his seat, his hands finding themselves clasped together.

For the first time, since his conception, Lokreum had been graced with a normal entity that seemed to be unbothered by his identity.

As for why? It was clear to him, though he didn't mind asking, just to hear it for himself.

"What makes you think I am alright with you acting this way in my presence?" Lokreum tilted his head.

Amon turned to look at him in response, a look of true confusion on his face.

"You are... God. You stand on a different level than quite literally any other existence. You have a... estranged personality, and are clearly not the type to sit on a high-horse." Amon explained. "I mean, look. You seem to enjoy the fact I am talking this way, so if anything I can assume that everyone treats you with a high-level of respect, and at times, it bores you." Amon explained, slowly sitting back in his seat, the smile still on his space.

"Truly, I don't think I have anything to worry about. But, I would like to formally agree to your proposition. And I would very much appreciate it if my identity was kept as a mysterious and ancient entity, since it seems none of your henchmen were capable of perceiving who I am." Amon finished, leaning forward and smiling at Lokreum as if he was a kid.

It was a shift from how he acted around Adam, but it made sense, as when with Lokreum, he was not capable of hiding anything, so why not let his eccentric personality run free?

"Well... don't downplay their capabilities. They are of course very capable of obliterating this entire reality if they so wish... It is just that your powers differ in system. You use magicka, mental power, mana, physical energy, soul energy, and even some law essences. They use kreus and law essences, which is essentially three energies and law essence. Compared to your five coupled with the ability to utilize law essences... They cannot easily overpower existence as they do not understand magicka nor mana." Lokreum explained.

"If you gave them just a few seconds to understand the intrinsic rules and uses of magicka and mana, they would uncover your secrets in an instant! So, I recommend you utilize my gift and form some way to protect yourself from prying eyes... My power is ineffable after all." Lokreum rose from his seat, Amon nodding at his words.

"Are we now returning to the others?" Amon asked, fixing the bracelets around his wrist and messing with his hair as he stood up.

"Indeed we are, Amon the Powerful. Equip your metaphorical mask, and get ready to greet two of your accomplices."

"Yes sir!... But, what exactly is my job?"

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"Citemer?..." Tears started to form in his eyes as he stared at the weak woman in front of him.

Julius ignored his lack of power, his legs stumbling forward as he stared at the sight in front of him.

Citemer, his wife, his soulmate, was laid against a stone cold figure. Her snow white skin glistened under the strange lighting they were in, and her sharp nose and long white hair made her stand out against the stone even further...

It was a stone corpse that stood tall.

She laid against the legs of chiseled body, of a man who he recognized all too well. He had middle-eastern features, and he wore a red tribal skirt fashioned with animal hide. Strangely, at the center of his body was a gaping hole, as if he had started to decay from his stomach.

Looking at it, Julius felt his stomach churn.

Of course, he was looking at himself.

The corpse of his first iteration. His body from... only Lokreum knows how long ago, that seemed to still be intact, uneroded by time as it seemed to flicker in and out of existence.

"How long has it been, Shiva?" A weak voice came from the woman before him, and he watched as she attempted to crawl forward towards him.

He quickly jumped forward, catching her before she could fall into the murky tar beneath them.

"For me? Oh, countless aeons my love." He tried to smile through the tears, helping the fallen woman up.

She upturned her gaze, tears falling from her face as she smiled at Julius.

"And you still came for me? Ha, I thought you would have forgotten by now..." She smiled through her cold dead gaze, weakly wrapping her arms around the man that held her.

"You're a lot bigger than you were before... You look different too." She laughed, putting her face into his armpit.

"A lot can change in a few hundred... billion years... can't it?" Julius laughed, remembering his first times with Citemer.

The awkwardness of him having no idea how to interact with another that looked like him...

The attraction he felt for the woman that seemed to be the most stone cold beauty...

The time he spent with her, expanding their reach through the world.

Her watching him struggle to interact with the titanic deities that governed the world they were born on...

He was taking the longest trip down memory lane as his gaze too happened to darken.

For a few moments, the two enjoyed each others embrace, as they both strangely communicated with no communication.

In the air, well, not literally as there was none, there seemed to be an aura of understanding.

Citemer was not mad, and half of it was coming back to Julius.

His eyes rained tears even harder, as he started to remember.

"How has your conquest been baby?" Citemer backed away, the same weak smile on her face.

"My conquest..."

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