[This plane of Light is so weird... I feel mentally tired, but I don't actually feel tired...] Jack had collected another piece of himself. He was now the size of an ostrich egg.

[I think that pretty much wraps up the west side... Let's start to the south.] Jack started to lurch his way down south. [This moving like a slug thing is really crappy... I've tried to roll like a ball, but that doesn't seem to work. Haaaa~]

Jack became bored with his spying, and could only preoccupy his mind as he went along, [I guess I can't say this journey is a total loss... I did get some good intel, and I've learned a lot about the Light.] Jack tried to cheer himself up.

[Huh?] Jack felt a disturbance in the light, but not like the one he felt when he decided to go closed doors.

[What's that impending feeling? Almost like prayers, but... Different? huh...] Jack looked to the source he felt was coming. He looked long into the distance that was the now small black hole, that he came from originally.

[Isn't that black hole the Sun Skull? I wonder what's going on with it.] Jack mused, as he figured this didn't have anything to do with him he was about to turn his attention back to going to the south when he spotted something he hadn't seen in the plane of Light before...

[IS THAT A FRIGGIN TIDAL WAVE??? LIGHT TSUNAMI?!?] Jack panicked. He started to lurch quickly to the right, to sidestep this wave... But with Jack's speed, this would be an impossible task, as he found that the wave followed him.

[OH, COME ON! WHOS CORN FLAKES DID I PISS IN TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN!? Wait... Did I accidentally make someone's yogurt lite flavor to cause this?] Jack stupidly joked to himself to relieve some of his tension, when the wave parted and a large beam of Light struck him.

Jack was consumed by this power source, and he heard many many voices all talking at once. [Ack! It feels like someone is playing all the radio stations at the same time! This is worse than my University cafeteria during lunch hour!]

Jack's mind was filled with the chatter of a hundred thousand people, and the maddening sound combined to send Jack to madness.

Jack noticed though the static volume of the excessive amounts of talking that his soul wasn't being eaten by this entity... It was... Fusing with him in strange ways.

Jack remembered Emily saying he was mad, and he felt like she was going to be made right! [FINE, EMILY! IF I CAN BE A MAD KING, I CAN BE A MAD GOD! I CAN PLAY WITH MADNESS!!!! SO WATCH YOUR HUSBAND!] Jack struggled to control this power, bend it to his will, as he spoke in his mind as if Emily could hear him.

Emily was sitting at her table in her room, within the palace drawing up a request for her Mother, the Spider Queen. "If what Leslie said is true then... I think the weavers can make a suit that can defend against the spores.] She mused to herself. [Huh?] Emily looked to the Glowstone lamp of her room. [Did... Did I just hear Jack again?] She stared at the Light for a few minutes, as she felt odd. She kind of missed Jack, but she didn't know why. She didn't have much interaction with him.

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The edges of Jack's mind were repeatedly scrapped away by the chattering, and finally, it started to dull down. Just when Jack felt relief and relinquished some will, it rose back up in volume. He had to continuously control this power, as he remained in this think mass of Light.

After much struggle, and heartache Jack was able to bend this to his will. He found that he was suspended in this mass of Light. He could manipulate it at will as if he was moving his own soul, but it wasn't a part of him... But it was a part of him.

[What in the hell is this power? What were those voices? Is this some kind of beast of the Light?] Thinking for a moment, Jack thought to talk to this source of Light like a person via mental messaging.

[Hello?]

[...]

[Who are you?]

[...]

[What are you?]

[...]

[I know you can talk, you overly talkative windbag!]

[...]

[Do you understand Voidic? Some other language?]

[...]

Jack started to run out of ideas... [I heard voices... Should I... Should I just relinquish some control and listen better? Maybe I can make it so I can hear just one voice.]

Jack tried, and with some effort produced some results.

[FOR THE GOD-KING! I PRAY FOR A SMART CHILD!]

[....What the fuck.....]

Jack heard this loud and clear, he tried again...

[I PRAY TO THE GOD-KING FOR MORE GLOWSTONE!]

It was now Jack's turned to become silent, [...]

[I PRAY FOR BETTER FOOD AT SCHOOL!]

[...]

[I PRAY TO THE GOD-KING TO FIND A BETTER JOB! MY BOSS IS A BASTARD... CAN YOU... CAN YOU STRIKE HIM DOWN?]

[.....]

[I HOPE THE GOD-KING LISTENS TO MY PRAYER! I JUST WANT TO SAY HI!]

[......]

[I PRAY FOR A NEW COUCH!]

[........Are you serious... A new couch? You pray to me... A supposed god... for a couch... Fuck it... When I get back I'm going to find out who this guy is and give him a couch just for the hell of it!] Jack mentaly shook his head.

He quickly surmised that this power was just like the power that was previously given to him by Warmarshal Michael, just on a much much large scale and of a volatile nature. It was ridiculous... This power had to be one hundred times stronger than he was just before his soul shattered... When he had just arrived at King Rank!

[If I remember right... ten Kings make an Emperor... Ten Emperors make an Ancestor... The power of an Ancestor... Donated by the people??? Fucking being a god is a cheat! These fools have made me a GM!] Jack now ascertained his situation.

[So, prayer really does give me power... I guess I'm going to have to thank Jordan Light-boy....] Jack never wanted to be a god, even if he joked about it... But the more he learned about it, it didn't sound so bad... But all the responsibility!

[What else can I do with this power?] Jack found that unlike his soul, he could change the shape of this power that surrounds him. Soon he had manipulated it into a body, however, he had to maintain a constant usage of his mental abilities to control the power. He found that if he slacked for even a moment... The voices would drown him.

[I should find a way to purify this power and make it docile... Otherwise, if I bone Leslie, it's going to be the world's largest and loudest orgy...] Jack thought grimly. Jack shook his head.

Jack finished his manipulations, and stood up inside the plane of Light, as a Skeleton made of pure light.

[Why is it a skeleton? I wanted meat on these bones?] Jack tried to manipulate it into a more human or at least zombie form, but failed... [Maybe I need more prayer?] Jack shrugged and tossed the idea to the side.

[At least I can walk like I am someone instead of crawling around here like an amoeba.] Jack started walking south, as he played with his power. He would form various shapes with his arms, as he walked into the distance, making swords, maces, axes, among other shapes.

[Hahahaha, I had to bluff before... But let's see who's going to piss me off now!]