"Right now. I can't even move. Let alone perform any precise actions..."

"All I have are my innate seals and my mind."

"But what is soul either way? To mortals. It is seen as something mystical. Humanity hasn't even proved the existence of it. Something so intangible is out of my reach here."

"The soul is the reflection of the mind. Or the mind is the reflection of the soul!"

"My nearly empty sea of consciousness. My subconscious and conscious thoughts. They are all a part of 'soul'."

Anon struggled to close his eyes to avoid seeing the light of the glowing chains. Even moving his eyes proved to be an exercise of willpower.

"The strength of the curses seem to be infinite. They have been in a stasis this entire time. It is a complete trap!"

Anon searched his memories carefully. He looked at every moment of his life.

He then noticed a potential clue.

'I implore the Goddess of Magic! Merlin Eadda!'

'I implore the Goddess of Nature! Graeme Natura!'

'I implore the Goddess of Pacts! Edrea Foedus...'

'I implore the Goddess of Song! Posy Cantare...'

'I implore the Goddess of Life! Lona Vita...'

'I implore the God of Crafting! Cynebald Artis!'

'I implore the God of War! Wulfsige Pugna...'

'I implore the God of the Holy Spirit! Hale Deus!'

'I implore the God of Death! Wystan Mort!'

'I implore the God of the Elements! Wulfsige Ventus!'

'I implore the God of the Day! Soils Apo!'

'I implore the Goddess of the Night! Nox Luna!'

"I'm not up against a single god. I am fighting the combined might of twelve of them! Despite my soul being indestructible and having great flexibility because of my animaxiom. I have grown too arrogant. I could've avoided this had I been more careful..."

"I have learned the hard way. Having a body is a curse! The flesh is weak and others can easily make it a trap!"

"The curses power have likely exponentially grown in power through the fusion of the gods. A power that surpasses gods..."

"If you want to fight the gods. You must do so with divinity or a power of a higher tier. My animaxiom should be such a power. But it is getting used as I generate it. I'll need something else."

"But I learned from that world. That those who died a legendary death can become 'gods' of that world."

"Shouldn't I already meet the requirements for being a god?"

Anon focused on the memory of the king sealing him.

'Edrea Foedus. I offer my soul in exchange. Seal this abomination!'

"Being sealed provides its own set of challenges. But I'm growing bored of this 'game'."

"If only higher beings can fight gods. Then I simply must become a higher being!"

"I must become a god!"

Anon had experience making himself blow-up by allowing the animaxiom in his body go haywire. But the problem right now was that his body had no animaxiom flowing through it.

"Blessings and incense. Prayers and rituals. What is a god? It is but an idea in the minds of people."

Anon started to pray.

He prayed to himself! Or to be more specific...

'Axiom'

But it was just like thinking. It was just like clouds of thoughts passing by in the sky. Nothing happened. But it wasn't like Anon had anything better to do.

A century later.

He had a weird feeling deep in his subconscious mind. But he wasn't sure what exactly it was.

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"This random idea. There may be some merit to it..."

"I need followers!"

Anon was still sealed. But he was the master of his sea of consciousness. He controlled his spiritual body and looked at the limits of his mind.

"What if I transform my sea of consciousness into a universe?"

Anon condensed his sea of consciousness into a single point. Golden blood started to float out of his closed eyes. He felt as if he had a concussion.

From this 'point mass'. It blew up and Anon felt the balance of the curses was disrupted. No. This wasn't in his favor. If before, there was a balance. Now the curses were getting stronger!

It was like he was walking on a sidewalk before. But now it was like a tightrope. A single mistake could send him falling to his death.

Wasn't death what he wanted either way? Anon never feared it.

But the soul relic 'anima ward' seemed to reinforce his soul. Normally, a person that truly destroyed their sea of consciousness would have also damaged their soul.

But his soul was indestructible!

Unfortunately, his plan to make a universe out of his sea of consciousness failed. His mind broke into fragments and he became extremely confused.

Millions of years passed...

Anon's mind was completely blank.

His thinking had stopped. He was an alive corpse. There was no consciousness in his mind seemingly. The curses had also only grown stronger over these years.

But for some reason.

He didn't die...

He couldn't.

Anon wasn't even aware of the passage of time anymore. He really screwed himself by detonating his sea of consciousness. While anima ward was powerful. It was like being put in an impenetrable room. But what Anon did was the equivalent of detonating a bomb inside this room.

The walls were fine. But the delicate things that made him 'him' were damaged.

But Anon felt something in the back of his mind. 'He' heard prayers of himself. Anon mindlessly repeated these words:

He was like a robot with a single task.

'Axiom'

'Axiom'

'Axiom'

'Axiom'...

He repeated these words in his mind for many millennia.

The fragments of his mind started to fix themselves after an unfathomable time.

"Where am I?"

Anon tried to move his head. But the chains tightened.

"Who am I?"

Anon then did something impossible. He started to laugh!

This... He used to struggle to simply move his eyes. How was he laughing in this oblivion? There wasn't even sound waves. The concepts here were nonexistent.

"Hahaha! Ridiculous!"

Anon detonated his sea of consciousness again!

He became an idiot again.

Billions of years later.

"Where am I?"

The chains crackled as Anon looked around his environment.

"Who?-"

"Hahaha! Ridiculous!"

Anon could hear a repeating word in his mind. Deep in his subconscious. He heard the murmurs 'Axiom' repeatedly playing in his mind.

He felt as if his mind was damaged.

"FUCK THIS!"

Anon detonated his sea of consciousness again!

Billions of years later. He repaired his mind automatically through the passage of time.

Anon flexed his muscles and felt the illusion of strength. But he couldn't observe his soul. What he didn't know was that a infinitely small crack had appeared on his soul.

This should've been impossible! But due to the curses draining all his animaxiom. The 'anima ward' couldn't fix itself. In no other situation would Anon be able to hurt his inner world as so.

"I am..."

Anon was still trapped. But he could now speak out loud to himself. It was as if his spirit was getting tempered through destruction.

Anon detonated his sea of consciousness!

He recovered.

Again, again, again.

Cracks started to form on his soul.

"Where am I?"

With each attempt. The rate at which he generated axiom seemed to be speeding up to counteract and repair the damage. But the curses were also struggling to grow as well.

"Hahaha!"

Anon looked at the chains binding him.

"This is actually..."

"Fun!" Anon detonated his sea of consciousness.

His soul shattered completely. But something amazing happened. He had experienced being essentially lobotomized in spirit so many times that he managed to keep his awareness even with just broken fragments of his mind.

It was like adapting to having a grenade go off inside of you.

A normal person would die from going through it once!

But Anon was no normal person...

Anon's opened eyes lost their intelligence as he felt his mind step outside of his body.

"This! I've done it!"

"Divine sense!"

But this wasn't normal divine sense. His body was leaking his soul.

Anon saw the seals surround him like an aura.

He saw seven relics appear surrounding his body.

He could instinctively feel the powers of these relics.

"The craftmanship of these abilities..."

"They feel as if they were made by... me?"

Anon looked at his empty 'anima reservoir'.

He looked at his 'anima generator'.

It was now successfully generating animaxiom! Because it was no longer bound to the curse. The curses then completely consumed his body.

They then consumed themselves.

Anon had lost his body and shattered his soul!

The broken fragments of his soul were floating around his divine sense. Anon could no longer be considered 'Anon'. He was essentially just a conscious 'seal'.

The fifth seal had gained sentience!

He could see talismans of the other seals floating in the oblivion.

The unlocked seals that affected the body were consumed by the curses with the original body. But the ones that weren't integrated with the body were floating among the spiritual remains.

Materializer

Virus

False/True

System Integration

Administrator

The 'divine sense' gathered the seals and the soul relics.

"Having a body is a curse..."

Anon started to transform himself into a [System].