Nothing.

Nothing is more than everything.

Yet anything is more than Nothing.

But anything can't be more than everything.

Nothing is more than everything, everything is more than anything, anything is more than nothing.

And if nothing is- hold on, what for a shit show is this?

Nothing is nothing, everything is everything and anything is what beggers live off of.

My body started to form what seems like nothing, but in truth it was a gamble I won. Basically, I turned my whole body into seperate beings. Not sure what actually happened, but I don't see anything trying to tear me into shreds so I take that I won.

That gamble is honestly terrifieng if I think about it, I don't remember what I did but I'm sure I can do it again.

Either way, time to collect my reward for risking my life.

I looked down the trench and something just felt... wrong. I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't do it.

I dove deeper ignoring my natural instincts, I won the gamble once already. I will win again.

Slowly as I got deeper and deeper the water got more and more golden. The water started to feel wrong aswell, I should go back...

I found the part that kept telling me to turn back and got rid of it. Much better, no wait. That was my survival instinct. Eh, I'll put it back later.

... how fucking deep is this dam trench? Like dam, I'm sure I've already swam a mountain length.

Suddenly, I was on solid ground. I don't mean the ocean floor ground, I mean full on dry land.

I adapted in a matter of seconds, replacing fin and tail with legs and feet. I pondered for a moment on what form to take, I just went with my regular human form. White hair, green eyes, as tall as I can be whilst keeping decent muscle mass and most importantly clothes. It's quite easy for me to shed skin that can take on the role of clothing. I felt the diference anything between skin can make when getting hit, though I'm not sure if it will be of much help here.

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My thinking was interrupted by a blood curdling scream that was anything but mortal.

Alright, where the fuck am I?

There are a lot of distorted and wrong figures, all of them humanoid. I can tell they are supposed to be human but they aren't, They are triyng to be human.

Atleast they are all dead.

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Atleast, most of them.

This place, it feels manifactured and natural at the same time. This feels wrong, this is wrong.

Before I didn't really feel anything, but now the dread returned. Even with my survival instincts removed, the very fiber of my existence is trying to warn me. Too bad their warnings fell on deaf ears.

There has to be something here, hopefully nothing alive. If I actualy find the corpse of a God... wait, what would I do with it in the first place? Pretty sure I can't eat it, would just die from it. Should I bring it back to the humans? Whilst I hold a personal spite against them, I have to admit their adaptability and moral neutrality makes them extremly efficient to deal with this kind of stuff. When it comes to sheer research, humans get 200% more work per work done.

But whilst bringing this to humans would benefit me, I would have to live knowing the corpse of a God is in the hands of those hellspawns.

What if I brought it to whatever faction this God used to rule? The corpse would be brought to the gates of heaven immediatly or I could get a hefty punishment if it was a nature God for disturbing its resting place. Honestly, in two out of three scenarios it might actually be better to hand it to the humans since they would reward me for a nature Gods body and maybe even make my name go down in history if it's a demonic God.

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That is, if the God is really dead.

What do God's die from anyways? There's no record, atleast the public has acces to, that tells how and why a God could die. Old age maybe.

As I kept walking deeper like a fool the coldnes in my bones grew with every step, it felt like even the cold of death was trying to warn me.

Then I saw it, a ungodly disfigured humanoid being heaving and screeching in pain. I don't think even I could copy such a disfigured shape.

Alius defectum (another failure)

I froze as I heard the voice that was filled with power and might beyond mortal capabillity, it didn't sound dissapointed... but bored.

I flinched as the humanoid thing was launched away burning with golden fire, but the fear in my bones didn't let me move much more.

A man stood tall, his hair and skin a perfect mixture of silver and platin. He wore a crown that is too big for him and ended up coverin one of his eyes. Said crown was dripping with blood that never seems to end, splattering the rest of his body with blood. Conterary to his gold, silver and platin he wore a simple pelt coat. His hands are hidden under gauntlets that seem to have wear and tear on them but still look like they could last a whole war.

Hospes? (a guest?)