Time before death: 15 minutes.
Location: Eternal Dungeon of Doom
“Pwah, another finished dungeon.”
A multi-winged figure speaks as she sits on a mountain of corpses of different beings, her sword in her left hand slightly trembles as her right hand hold a gun that is being reloaded by itself with magical bullets. Beside her, on her left reside her npc’s. In the dark dungeon her white halo shine brightly as there were no light beside the npc’s torches.
“I must say that the guy that made the dungeon really outdid himself.” A slight smile pester her face as the countless wings hug her body. Glancing at her side she notices that the npc look to be petrified. An old dwarf, an elven girl and a dragon woman, look at her with open eyes, stuck on the spot, unmoving and breathing rashly considering their chest movements.
Ah, even this game has it’s limitations, the npc’s have no fear or was it because I removed it? Eh, who cares about them. I wonder what skills I got from this dungeon, hopefully nothing sexual like in the last one. I still have nightmares from all the tentacles. Speaking of witch I have to leave a bad review for the mod. I have nothing against them but that… that was too much.
“C-Board.”
Name
Xave’thi Reve
Titles
Celestial Being, Immortal Spirit, Judge Jury and Executioner, Sin Eater, Genocidal Maniac, Insane Angel, Lewd Artist, Doom Ender+, World Administrator
Race
Seraphim
Level
100
Class
Gun Breaker
Level
100
Job
Sadistic Torturer
Level
100
Spirit
White Flame
Level
100
Deity Served
Suraw- The God of Submission and Obedience
Alignment
Superior Evil
Sin Sense
Level
100
Form
Spiritual
Level
100
Physical
Level
100
Evolution
Tier
9
Spiritual Strength
97890
Physical Strength
97890
Spiritual Dexterity
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87990
Physical Dexterity
87990
Spiritual Health
10000
Physical Health
10000
Wisdom (Mana)
5000
Skills
Level
Art’s
Level
Mana Bullet
100
Gun Art’s
100
Mana Sword
100
Sword Art’s
100
Mana Shield
100
Shield Art’s
100
Crime Detection
100
Detective Art’s
100
Execution
100
Torturers Art’s
100
Float
100
Angel Art’s
100
Wing Weapons
100
Angel’s Art’s
100
+
Glancing around her status board she sees nothing new beside a new title that is distinguishing itself by a plus sign.
“Eh? Nothing new beside a title?” Her face scrunchies in anger as she trashes the heavy sword, almost hitting the old dwarf in the face, missing him only by a hair. Getting up she looks around the dark lit room hoping to find something worth her time spent in this dungeon. Nothing looked out of the ordinary to her and when she thought her day could not get any worse a message pops into her face, a message she knows well.
Warring: Time Spent in Zawura exceeds the 24 hour mark!
“MOTHER FUCKER!” Stomping on the mountain of bodies she slips and falls down at the bottom making half of the other body parts fallow her, burying her in her own pile of death.
Warring: Time Spent in Zawura exceeds the 24 hour mark!
Warring: Time Spent in Zawura exceeds the 24 hour mark!
Warring: Time Spent in Zawura exceeds the 24 hour mark!
“Stop the fucking timer! I’ve had enough!” In the remnants of bodies a constant light emitting from it as it keeps on increasing until all the other parts evaporates beside Reve as she is surrounded by the white light. It is her spirit, affecting the world around her. Her White Flame is a spirit type that can freeze and burn at the same time.
Warring: Time Spent in Zawura exceeds the 24 hour mark!
With a trembling hand she closes the timer by flicking it to the side, noticing how her hand trembles her curiosity is picked for a slight moment only for it to pass when she thinks of the outside world and the countless worries that it brings.
“Probably the coffee I had in the morning. The usual eh.” While the virtual reality device was not perfect it did bring revolutionary insight for the human race. As the mind and the body is collected in the form of information and then transferred into the virtual reality world it had bought countless opportunities and many negatives. Such as the destructive nature of the human race in the face of a drug. Reve is not the only one suffering right now, many are going through the same symptoms as she is having. Mental fatigue, delusion and extreme anger. As they say, she is under the influence.
“I am so bored.”
Opening the administrator tab she looks around the world, noticing how peaceful it is. This won’t do, this won’t do at all. A renewed purpose and a new flame in the old ashes brings her back to the custom generator as the world around her falls to black, bringing her to the world administrator room.
Time before death: 10 minutes.
“Right, let’s see.” The general settings of the world can be found here. The land where the cities are located, the population and their citizen, with the diverse races, the rivers and oceans with forests and islands. Everything customizable is here.
“I should add less gods, without any influence on the world. I played enough games for them.” The gods check mark had become blank as their number is lower now then they have been before, numbering only four.
“Elemental gods will do, it’s not like I will serve any of them, not this time. Next should be races.” Another list is bought to life, countless check marks with countless slider, almost numbering a thousand.
“Sheesh, I forgot how many races there are.” Scrolling through the list she notices that her old world did not have any cat girls and boys. “Right, let’s add that.” Checking the blank mark it became checked as another race got brought to her attention. “Oh? Snake girls, spider men and women… Isn’t that the Monster Women and Men Pack? Eh, let’s add that too.” With the conscious races mostly added she looked at the monster tab and brings up the new monsters added by the modding community. “Goblins, elemental wolves, Huge Harmful Animals, Dino Pack and Pandora’s Curiosity. Sounds about right.”
Next thing on her list would be the planet and the land marks but because her sense of geography is zero she let it be as natural generated and waited to see what would happen. “Huh, two moons and one planet that has a huge island where the races are. No vulcan activity and it has plenty of mana for the planet to have a sphere around it where it’s protected from asteroids. Sounds… good… I guess? Whatever, is it livable?” The system told her that it is but she always had her doubts about the accuracy. It’s not like she didn’t made the mistake to create a hellish planet.
Time of death: 5 minutes.
“Next is my character.” Another window sprung to life as her old character was saved from her old world. “Appearance is good, nothing to change here. Hmm, I need a challenge.” Looking at the status board she notices that her level can be bought back to zero, a feature she always forgets about. “Why not start from zero? I mean, what do I have to lose?” Setting her level to zero she also took her titles down, not seeing how she needed them, even if one of the titles she owned was her Administrator Rights.
Time of Death: 3 minutes.
“Right let’s set the other races. Variant Elves, Hybrid Humans and Great Dwarves. Looks good.”
Time of Death: 2 minutes.
Setting the world to generate she takes another glance around the settings. Looking like everything is good she presses the words that will start her next adventure, generate world and what an adventure it will be… ‘Start’
Time of Death: 1 minute.
Suddenly her head starts to hurt as her body soon fallows, heating up and feeling herself submerge into a lava pool, burning her skin and insides. For the first time in her life, she screamed.
Time of Death: 0 minutes.
In another dimension, a being of unimaginable power smiles, as she watches the small human crumble to dust because of her mortal shell.
“Ah, small human. You died as a worthless being.” Looking at her body she notices how many scars she has on her arms and legs and even on her face. “This mortal… this mortal has been through the worst of what life has to offer.”
A black eye with no irises careful analyses her life, judging her worth. Both in her past life and in other lives in other time lines. “Truly, a sad being tormented by life.” For a being with such unimaginable power it didn’t lack compassion. “Shall I change that? Maybe you will turn out differently… or maybe you will just fallow in your old footsteps. At least I will get some entertainment from you.” A blink from the iris-less eye bought Reve’s lifeless body back to life in the game, only being one thousand years later. After the countless wars and bloodshed has already been washed away from the river of time. “You wanted a challenge little one, I shall give you one. Live life in a peaceful world and change your ways. Or bring war and destruction everywhere you go. What will you do, oh little angel?”