Glug Glug Glug
"Yaaa! Weapons systems, active!"
Lasers shot out from around him into the galaxy beyond, brilliant flashes and explosions lighting up the void. Nothing was really happening- just Atlas drunkenly playing around with the fact that he could summon anything with his mind.
Beer, pizza, laser beams, and explosions. It was a blast while drunk.
"Zzzzzt!" He made a mocking sound as a silent arc of energy shot from his forehead, drawing rather silly and poorly done art into the nebulas.
At least, it seemed like art to him.
To Wisp, who watched with blatant disappointment, it was a trashy show.
"Weaver Atlas, erm... perhaps some rest now?"
"Don't tell me when to rest!" Atlas hiccupped. "I need -hic- some badass armor to protect myself from your bullsh- -hic- -it.
"I got forge points."
"No, you don't, Weaver Atlas."
"Show me the forge!"
"There isn't a literal forge."
"THE FORGE!"
Suddenly, the surroundings completely disappeared. Wisp chirped in surprise and alarm, flying close to Atlas.
"Weaver Atlas, please stop this!"
"I'll have, A FORGE!"
A brilliant flash of red light erupted, and looming before him, a giant hearth. The initial roar of flames pushed them back, and Wisp was forced to grab onto Atlas's hair with its beak.
"Egh." The sudden flash of heat didn't do Atlas any good as he vomited on the floor—though it quickly vanished as if he had never done it.
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Forge System
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Highest Grade Creation: N/A Forge Level: 0 Forge Points: 0 Inventory: [Blank]
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Grades: Divine -Restricted- Special (A.E. Primordial / Eldritch Type) -Restricted- Legendary Enhances user's strength, magic, and magic. Multiple unique elements. Durability capable of shattering rare equipment and lesser with ease. Mythic Multiple elements and abilities. Durability capable of shattering common equipment and lesser with ease. Rare Gem-slotted or Rune Weapons. Capable of single-element, ability attacks, or enhanced defense against a specific attack-type. Common Found in most universes. Capable of being reproduced by your common unit with some study. Substandard Self Explanatory. Worse than common equipment.
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Atlas squinted at the screen hovering before him, trying to read the words, but it was virtually impossible in his state. Agitated and drunk, he hurled the interface into the hearth, which merely sparked.
"Fuckin' too many words. Why don't I have anything?"
"WEAVER ATLAS!" Wisp chirped angrily into his ear. "The Forge points weren't literal forge points! They were forge gene points- for cybernetic or robotic races!"
"Ah, you're sweating the small details. If I can change it like this, we can just add another for robots."
"There is no guarantee of such augments to the system! The fact that you were able to alter it now is stunning even to me!"
"You may have complicated the path toward future cybernetic races for no reason!" Wisp continued to chirp angrily. "Before, it would've ended with some brief altering on your species console, but now..."
Wisp's gaze shifted toward the hearth while Atlas's unfocused eyes rested on Wisp.
"A forge system? Sure, it can enhance non-cybernetic lifeforms, but you've obstructed progress down a certain path. Especially in your inebriated state..."
"Aaaah! You're worrying too much! It'll be like those shows where suits are built with runes and magic and shit."
Atlas's overly loud voice echoed before he finally focused on the new system.
A hearth with flames danced between different shades. Some flickered normally between red and light blue hues. Others were more unnatural- white, black, and purple.
Eternally flickering flames, with coals that never seemed to disperse, and a full array of blacksmithing tools lined up against its exterior.
At the base before them, an anvil sat surrounded by molds for different weapons and armor, scattered across the floor.
Out of boredom, Atlas picked up one of the hammer-types and banged it on the anvil.
A sharp, resonating ping- just like any medieval blacksmith's forge. Nothing special.
"Where are all the materials?"
"You have none."
"How do I get them?"
Wisp hesitated, wondering if Atlas would even recall this after his slumber, but forced itself to answer regardless.
"Of all the Weavers, I've only seen this happen twice- though under different, more acceptable circumstances. They collected materials through offerings."
Atlas frowned, clearly disliking that notion. "So I have to -hic- wait and convince those wigglers to give me their precious materials? Nah, I'll just take it."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll create a divine skill to take materials- like the ones scattered in the mountain!"
Wisp was about to protest when Atlas cut it off. "I'll leave some for them, but gods need godly things. They got 250 Primordials- or however many are left after the Black Primordial Dragon's massacre- and numerous dragons."
Exhaling, Wisp was grateful there were no divine points left as Atlas pulled up his powers, but he quickly frowned again.
"Ah, damn it. Yeah, I'm out of points."
A silence fell, broken only by the crackling of the hearth.
"Could... I go down and collect it myself?"
Wisp's beak fell open in shock. "You want to DESCEND?! For mere material trinkets?! There are repercussions if you die in an avatar body that could-"
"CAN I DO IT?!"
"...Yes... but it requires divinity."
"Fuck."
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Saved Environment Presets -CDIM V1- -Forge System V1-
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Finally, after countless hours of tomfoolery, Atlas slumbered in his bed. He would have one nasty hangover, even with his divine recovery.
After nearly shoving his own arm into the hearth, Wisp managed to convince him to step away before saving the environmental design as a preset.
Outside the summoned apartment's window, Wisp's form shifted into a grey mist, and a disapproving voice hummed softly.
"I must voice my discontent with my recent assignment."
Through the mist, its eyes rested on Atlas's slumbering form.
"We should recycle this one and start fresh…"
A pause.
"...Yes, but… I understand his luck stats are unusually high, but his behavior is subpar compared to the other Weavers."
Another pause.
"Yes, I've witnessed the insanity firsthand, and it is nonetheless impressive. But luck runs out eventually. This one will contribute a few points to the Weaver System, at most."
"…Understood."
The form morphed into a humanoid figure, then back into a bird, and then into the grey mist again.
"...Must I really show my true self for this duty- just to psychologically shift his behavior?"
The voice, once androgynous, briefly shifted to a higher, feminine tone before settling back to its original one.
"Give me time at least, so that I don't have to interact with… this."
Wisp chirped with disdain as drool spilled from Atlas's mouth onto the pillow.
"Thank you."