Hey so here is the next chapter and I'm working on the new character going to be introduced. It's going to be the heroine in the story. Not really a spoiler I guess; she is going to be one of the arrivals from Earth. So I need help deciding the class she is. So I added a poll, and please enjoy this chapter!
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(Wesley P.O.V.)
[ 7 days left until Exodus arrival ]
[ Time- 11:00 PM ]
Key, do you have any idea where some clothes are?
Each person has an inherent inventory that can hold up to 100 individual spaces to store items, with each space that can hold up to 1000 kilograms. However because of Divine Split your body has exploited the rule to where you have two inherent inventories, equaling 200 spaces for items.
In your inventory Creator Loki stored starter items to help you.
Divine Split is becoming more appealing and mysterious so far. It’s no wonder gods would be envious of such an ability.
Well, about that inventory apparently the whole ‘ability’ shows up as an HUD that I can either minimize to an icon in my peripheral or vanish it altogether and think of it. When I ‘open’ it using my mind there isn’t any vision to the inside, it’s like the contents are downloaded into my brain. Apparently Key said this is one of many things she can do; and not without a tinge of pride lingering at the end of her mechanical poem.
It seems there is perishable food so the whole inventory probably puts everything in stasis. That only took 1 slot and it’s filled to the brim with everything from freshly cooked rice to 5 star cuisines. Furthermore it’s all sorted by nationalities from pre-apoc Earth. The rest is old-school meals like MRE’s, then canned food.
Moving on, the next slot is a fashion designers wet dream. Name brands that would have sunk my banking account to the bottom of the proverbial ocean and into Atlantis never to be found again. Personally I don’t think I need all of this so maybe I could sell some for serious money huhuhu. That is, if the mortals (Iyaa~ I’m already going chuuni-mode) still like any of these after 1000 years. Not to mention the natives. Pft, I’m going to be a ruler of the kingdom (hopefully) so money won’t really be needed now that I think about it.
Those two slots are the only ones that have any items, the rest is all empty. I guess Loki wanted me to do the rest on my own, which I’m thankful for. It’s the least he could do for ripping me out of my daily life and inserting me in here. Sounds hypocritical when I already forgave him. Oh well.
Now that I think about theses perks and abilities I should probably keep this a secret. The fact that I can create something from nothing is already enough for every influential person on the planet to hunt me down and ‘persuade’ me to join their side or just outright kill me. If I’m correct based on my Declare Land skill there should already be nations set up. If the natives ask me how I start pulling out created tech then I could just give them an excuse such as, “It was in my inventory already” or “This is from my homeworld.”
As for the people coming from Earth, I don’t think they will care so much about me pulling out advanced weapons when they will be too busy acclimating to the new environment. It’s similar to when you go on a tour to another country’s big city; would you care about the tour guide’s new cellphone? Furthermore I’m probably not the only person that will have tech-based armor/weapons. Granted, I will have an upper hand since I’m using Creation Magic…
Creation Magic (Lvl. 1) – use your imagination to create to your heart’s desire.
Warning: If the materials are too rare or the item too complex you will fail and suffer backlash as a consequence. At higher level of ability chance to fail will decrease and rarer materials will be easier to create.
This needs further testing of what the system deems as rare. Rare on the specific planet I’m currently on? Or what Solar System? What materials classify as rare? This could be either an overpowered ability or an ability that could case fatal harm.
However there is currently no time to think about it, I don’t want whoever that maid brings back to see me covered in slime and in my birthday suit. Hmm, I guess it is my birthday technically…
As I’m wiping my body off with an expensive and fluffy towel from my inventory the gooey substance finally comes off except for my hair which will take a bit longer. For my clothing the choice will be a black suit with a white tie and black shoes. I’m trying to pull off that image of a mob boss. Feeding my inner chuuni desires huhuhu. Unfortunately getting the gel from my hair takes longer and by that time the only door in the room opens and an exhausted and annoyed voice echoes out.
“Alright so show me this ‘slime’ you are talking abou-“
Eh?
An old guy with a G*ndalf beard walks in followed by two more equally aged men. The elderly man has slit pupils and long gray hair that is in a ponytail. He radiates a scholarly aura that makes him seem as if he should be working in a library. The outfit he wears is a white robe with and embroidery of a blue phoenix on the chest.
Key, how can I understand them? Aren’t they a completely different race and culture?
Since creator Loki wanted to speed up relations with the Mherrons, he decided to gift everyone their language to help adaptions. The people on the Exodus will have already received their lessons using their sleeping time to learn as preparations.
So their race is called Mherrons? Slit pupils are amazing, if only I had some. I should ask Key more about their race later, for now this awkward silence needs to be broken…
“Greetings, I am Wesley Bourne and I was from Earth, the other planet from which people are coming from to arrive here on this planet. May I know who you are?”
It’s best to stay polite and also act as if I don’t know who they are. Since I also have been asleep for a millennia and just told them I was from Earth it would be suspicious to know the name of their race. As a first contact with them it’s best to be underestimated rather than overestimated.
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Even though they don’t look hostile nor dangerous, I should treat them as an unknown variable and be wary.
The first elder scrutinized me while the maid has a slack jaw along with the other two elders. It seems like the ponytail elder(first elder) has more experience than the others.
(Elder Sormac P.O.V.)[AKA the ponytail elder]
This is obviously not what I was expecting! Slime my sister, dammit!!
Obviously from the open pod, to the slimy substance on the ground, then to the man wiping off the slime from his hair, he is no slime! Only one conclusion comes to mind: This man is our supposed Ancestor.
He has Black hair that is pulled back and flows down to his shoulder giving off an intimidating and wild look, coupled with the two black tails that are waving about like a tree in a rainstorm. Even the suit adds to his air of loftiness and dominance. It’s only the playfulness and bewilderment that shows in his expression makes one feel at ease.
Looking back to the inscription left behind stating our ancestor’s return, do I get my bearings back together. Unfortunately my co-workers are still stunned silly by the sight.
Our ancestor noticed where I looked and follows the gaze back to the inscription. Somehow he almost trips and has an incredulous look on his face, while a metal bracelet on his wrist vibrates as if it’s laughing…weird.
*Ahem* “Ancestor, please forgive the maid’s rudeness for her embarrassing display earlier. I will make sure to discipline her later. My name is Hanz’in Sormac the unofficial leader of the 3 elders.”
He recovers from his moment and turns around to face the maid and looks…intoxicated and bashful at the same time? Oho, Ancestor has taken a liking to her! Fufufu~ handmaiden number one has been found.
[Unbeknownst to Sormac, the real reason he is acting like that is because it is his first time seeing a full-blown real-life maid wearing an alluring maid outfit along with her deadly weapons being squished by her arms which are nervously pressed against her chest…]
“It’s best to talk about this in a more comfortable environment, so if Ancestor would follow me, we will head to a better location.”
He nods while moving away his eyes from the maid, “Ah, sure please lead the way.”
(Wesley P.O.V.)
Uwah, the architecture here is even better than it was on Earth, and the night time is similar to a big city from back then. It’s like I’m walking through a futuristic world. There are even a lot of skyscrapers that rival Dubai’s ‘Burj Khalifa’. My guess is Loki chose this race for this exact reason. He probably thought along the lines of: “Well it wouldn’t be fun if everyone from Earth landed on a planet that was stuck in the equivalent of the medieval times. They would just try to subjugate the whole planet with ease.”
From what I have seen of the hallways, doors and desks so far, including the sight of the outside city, it would look the same as Earth would maybe 50 years after 2016 if Loki had not tampered with the world. One of the elders must have noticed my fascination and starts to boast about their technology,
“If Ancestor would take a look at those vehicles, you can see they have no wheels like a carriage used to, instead they use runes inscribed to imitate a gravity mage’s power. However the inscription can only allow it to float less than a meter off of the ground, but it is still a luxury to ride without the bumping from a road. It is only one invention that makes our kingdom so great!”
Elder Sormac winced after hearing that last sentence. Ah, he must have thought I would have taken offense to saying ‘our kingdom’ and not ‘your kingdom’. Was it because it implies he is on the same level as me? Truthfully I don’t really care. This whole ‘Ancestor’ thing sounds a bit too good to be true. Seems like some of them might wish to make me a puppet later on and give me minimum power.
Tch, they have underestimated me just like I planned. However, even though I planned it like so, doesn’t mean it feels good. The only comfort is knowing that I have some backup in case something bad happens.
Along with being underestimated is the fact that I’m going to be surrounded by back-stabbing sycophants. Sleeping with one eye open is not as great as sleeping with both closed, so to speak.
Anyways, the tour ends after about 30 minutes while I am brooding over different scenarios. The one thing that surprised me most of all was that they have their own form of internet! Named WorldWeb, it functions the same way so you can access it with the phone, computer, chip implant, wrist-phone, and other accessories that have WorldWeb capabilities.
What made me almost roll over laughing was the icon for WorldWeb! A Rubik’s cube! When I told Sormac about why I was almost hyperventilating from laughter, he explained they chose it because of the cube they found in the station I was in. The same cube that I toyed around with when I was bored! Apparently it was a symbolic meaning of ‘Everything being connected together intricately to form a whole’ as the WorldWeb. Even better is the fact that the original Rubik’s cube I used is now pretty much a holy item that is locked up safely under several security layers and only brought out for huge celebrations. I wonder how it’s doing after all of these years…
I already have an idea for how to exploit the WorldWeb for my own edge. Who better to influence the web than Low-Key? She is probably the best supercomputer this world will never see.
Walking in to the large office that seems like a council, there are four seats. Each seat is hovering about 1 foot off of the ground and made from a deep blue color with glowing black lines stretching all over the back and sides. It looks like the motherboard from a computer back on Earth. The tabletop is held up by a glass leg in the middle. The tabletop itself looks like a cloud being contained by glass. Finally, resting on top of the table is an octagonal metal box that has the edges marked in numbers 1-8.
The rest of the room is a spotless white with only the ceiling glowing; acting as lighting.
Elder Sormac smiled and motioned over to the largest and grandiose hovering chair sitting at the end of the futuristic table, “If Ancestor would please sit in the throne so we can start on getting you up to date on your kingdom’s situation.”
[boom, cliffhanger. Sorry.]