<b><i>Chapter Two, Not Human.</i></b>
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Hazily, he blinked. Things were blurry, and he was slow to move.
Drool was leaking out of his mouth, wetting his cheek against the cold surface.
Groggily he rose, lifting himself off of the wooden table.
He was still within the workshop, at the circular table that had the crystal ball in its center.
<i>Or perhaps maybe… The body of the strange ancient hero?</i>
Autumar stood tall, wiping his eyes as he gazed down upon the gem.
<i>“A dream?…” </i>He questioned.
Wanting to understand what had just happened, he instinctively reached out.
His hand touched the orb, and like before, things darkened.
<b><i>“Oh you have returned? So soon.” </i></b>A voice spoke, the same voice from before.
<i>“I… If this space is connected to my body now, why was I still involuntarily pulled in when I touched the orb?” </i> Autumar asked, half ignoring the words of the voice.
<b><i>“Well. My body is still connected to this place. Like I’ve voiced however, I’m only a remnant intelligence, I don’t have full control of myself. Your body now would do the same if another came into contact with you. I recommend covering all parts of your body that can be easily directly touched.”</i></b> It replied.
<b></b><i style="font-weight: bold">“Oh and I recommend creating protective gloves here. Realize them in the outside world so that you can protect all things you come into contact with. It’s far easier than constantly controlling your spatial manipulation.</i>” Autumar nodded warily.
<b><i>“Anything that presses into your skin should be automatically transferred here. I can automate your ability and exclude clothes from this equation. Of course, things you touch yourself will automatically transfer, I cannot change that.” </i></b>Autumar blinked.
<i>It seemed this voice had a lot to say, all the time.</i>
<i>“I understand.” </i>He replied.
There was silence, and it seemed Autumar was finally able to think for himself.
He looked around the darkness.
A fair amount of the cerulean light had been produced. It was moving around in a small area. A circular construct of the almost liquid essence.
<b><i>“Bluelight, the energy that runs this dimension.”</i></b> The voice spoke.
Autumar nodded.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.
<i>“So I can control this place?…” </i>He rhetorically questioned.
<b><i>“Ye-“ </i></b>The voice had started to reply, but Autumar was already experimenting for himself.
The Bluelight moved.
Instantaneously, it changed forms.
<i>”I think I’ll have some fun with what is left of my life…”</i>
The construct that was likely the size of a human torso, had shrunken.
<i>A yellow apple appeared.</i>
Autumar’s brows furrowed, his hand reaching for the fruit.
He floated within the darkness, almost all of the Bluelight having disappeared.
Yet, now he was holding something special.
He felt it within his hands.
<i>This feeling was unmistakable.</i>
<i>It was no different from holding an apple in the real world.</i>
<i>Unhesitantly, his jaw went agape, taking a bite out of the apples side.</i>
<i>It was juicy, and he could feel the sour, but eerily sweet taste.</i>
Moving it away from his face, he swallowed what he had chewed, his eyes examining the food before him.
<b><i>“It seems you understand.” </i></b>The ancient hero said.
<i>“How did you give me this power?” </i>Autumar asked, letting go of the apple, placing it in the space before him where it stayed stagnant.
<i><b>”Hm… I had to scan your body when you arrived here. Not just any old existence could enter my body while it was dormant. Now that you have awakened me however that has changed.”</b></i> It started.
<b><i>“This scan… It detailed to me what makes you special. Then, after seeing that. I implanted the small portion of leftover DNA I have into your genetic template. You now house the DNA you were born with, and the DNA of my species’ Ancient Hero.” </i></b>It spoke, the monotonous tone staying ever unchanging.
<b><i>“You are now what you are, alongside being</i></b><i style="font-weight: bold">… I was the only kind of my exact species. But now… you are the second coming of the Ancient Devan</i><b><i> Hero.” </i></b>Autumar’s brows furrowed.
<b>“You are a Deva.”</b> The hero explained.
Autumar stood silent for a moment.
<i>“So I am no longer human? Full human, at least.” </i>He asked.
<b><i>“Human… That’s what you are? Interesting…” </i></b>Autumar tilted his head, hearing this.
<b><i>“No, hero. You are no longer full Human.” </i></b>
For a moment, Autumar kept his silence.
Since birth, he was separated from humanity. In all honesty, hearing this words?…
He felt no different.
<i>“So… With this new blood. I can use energy to create anything here… But how do I get energy?” </i>He asked, stepping forward.
He circled around the apple.
Blue light passively appeared, the depleted construct growing once more.
<b><i>“As you can tell, this space is connected to your mind. Thinking, questions, formulating. All of it creates energy. You can gain energy by bringing foreign objects here and dismantling them. “</i></b>
Autumar nodded.
“How did the previous hero use this ability? Can you tell me about it?” He had countless questions.
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Autumar navigated the isles, his eyes scavenging the rows.
From the information he had garnered, the previous Devan Hero was not… efficient, with his abilities.
A slaughterer of enemies, and protector of worlds he governed. He used his Bluelight to create weapons and artifacts that none could defy, realizing them and using them to destroy all those that went he against.
<i>“Weapons? Pretty trivial… Having to kill and absorb the foreign energy to be able to create… Building a perpetual energy source within the dimension is the obvious best route.” He found himself before a row of bags.</i>
<i>He kept his fists balled within his pockets.</i>
<i>Then he looked around.</i>
<i>Checked his surroundings.</i>
With the coast clear, his hand was removed from his jacket.
<i>“It’s time to build worlds…”</i>
His arm extended, and his fingers touched the bag. It disappeared, warping into his fingers and escaping reality.
His hand moved to the right,
<i>another bag disappeared.</i>
<i>Five bags of soil, gone.</i>
He turned around, exiting the back row.
Quickly he found himself in an isle full of creatures. Insects. Ants, spiders, all of the like.
<i>“With this, I won’t have to imagine up some dirt… These insects are quick reproducers… It should only take a few days.” </i>
His two palms outstretched towards two glass containers across from each other.
And with the slightest touch…
<i>They disappeared.</i>
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