《The Bad Transmigration》 Chapter 001 Chaos Chapter 1 Chaos Shitty Random Omnipotent Being I would curse your name but I can not remember it just like I cant remember my own name. Lost the right to remember it in a wager. I do not know if it was a kindness or something else but he drilled every gamble I wan and lost into my mind. The ability to remember my skills and experience from my last life won. I am starting to think he went easy on this one The ability to keep my last life¡¯s name. Lost that bet apparently there is some kind of magic that allows the user to influence the mind of a target but having a powerful name provides protection for some reason, to bad he said that after I lost my old name. The ability to know and speak the name of the Random Omnipotent Being that Transmigrated me. Something about having the backing and blessing of a patron making things easier. Luck or Fate. No gamble no game no explanation just a choice I picked Luck hoping it would help me with the later gambles. Ha no luck there. Maybe that was the gamble? I feel like I said that before. The right to select my cheat in my new life. Lost that bet. If you thought I was devastated then what till you hear what I lost next The right to pick the quality of my next life¡¯s cheat. Lost that one and he would not even tell me what quality my cheat would be he just said whats the fun of that. The ability to speak and read the first language I come across as if I had studied it and its offshoot and sister languages for one thousand years. Won that one he just laughed I have no idea why he found me winning that game funny. The right to pick what I look like in my next life. Lost that one too. I swear if I look ugly I am going to make the largest statue of all time that looks like him in the most embarrassing situation I can think of, I remember the internet I have the power to make it God dam horrid The right to pick what race I end up ass. Lost, can you now see why I think he was messing with me forcing me to remember every bet and in which order the where made. I said as I turned to the little spark of light I could see in the distance past the fog of pain and color. The right for my transmigration process to be painless. You guessed it lost that one as well. As he hardened his skin from the pain the fog induces on contact with his body. He was about to send me at that point when I asked some questions about where I was going you know is there a system can I have a system is there any way I can go double or nothing. He said there was no system and even if I won the bet to choose my cheat he could not give me a system something about a Geneva convention fore where I am going as for going double or nothing he laughed and called me a man after his own heart. And gave me two options for additional bets first I could pay my ability to remember every game I have played with him to earn the right to play one more game and if I won I would get one ticket to change the change the outcome of one bet. I lost. And for the true double or nothing I win I get to play every game again to see if I win this time and the ones I already beat him at would have there effects doubled but If I lost I would cease. I did not play and cut my losses. His reaction was to grin and say good choice before dumping me in this fog of pain and mind searing colors and now I¡¯m bored again. How long will I halve to sit in this pain bath before I can get properly transmigrated. I wish I could play a video game he said. Before doing the hand gesture of placing a block in his favorite sand box game which he loved playing in AVR or Augmented Virtual Reality. Only to see an iconic one meter cubed block of dirt. That is a block of dirt from M¡­. he never finished his sentence as the pain fog ate into the block of dirt causing it to brake and the item to fly away from him and to a small black dot in the distance. Placing another block this time obsidian he watched the rainbow colored mind braking fog that hurt to touch swirl and form into a one meter squared block of obsidian that floated on its own suspended in space and as he slowly drifted down bellow it he watched the animation of the particles on the surface of the obsidian block change in the same pattern as a block being mined. Before with a pop the block of obsidian turned into an item. Watching the item of obsidian fall to the black dot in the distance that he now new thanks to the block of obsidian he was slowly moving towards. Stolen story; please report. If I had to guess when I get to that black dot I am going to finish my transmigration. So in the mean time lets play a game. Looking around he gust had to decide what game he was going to play and how since he had started with his favorite single player sand box game he mite as well start there and if he gets bored he could think of something else to get up to. But for now he needed to gather lots and lots of the fog but how. Despite not halving hands or any other parts of his body he could see he found himself able to reach out and grab some of the fog and hold it. It was sorta like forcing yourself to hold a hot potato but still he could do it. he could even gather it into a pile and make something solid that would drift with him. But the moment he turned it into any thing the fog around it would turn it back into more of the fog. He was convinced that if he managed to fall asleep despite the pain of the fog, the fog would pull him apart into more fog killing him. But with that morbid thought he needed some way to turn the fog into something that can resist the fog so that he could play a game or perhaps get some rest. But in order to play a sand box game he would need enough material to make a planet unless he wanted to play sky block or something. No he needed a planet if he wanted to play anything other than a sand box any way so how was he going to form something that large in any reasonable time frame. Planets are formed in the gravity well of stars or well by gravity basically but that process is slow I need something faster like magnetism but magnetism has such short rang however magnetism can be used to generate fusion. How about both. Reaching out all around himself he pulled in every thing he could get his hands on pulling it to himself gathering it into a single point. Hay this feels like my body is could except my hands which are siting in a blazing fire. Distractions aside I hope this works. instead of just turning the fog into a block of one meter cube like he had before he instead called on his knowledge of physics specifically about gravity, magnetism, the atomic formula for iron. The chemical properties of iron and why it makes a good magnet. With all of the above information locked in his head he felt that this was a magical enough situation to have fun casting a spell even if it will do nothing but make him feel better. I call on the Echo of creation the first words spoken. to form the laws of mater, space, and time. I desire a form organized and self perpetuating. to shape a world core from which to birth a planet out of chaos. With the first words out of his mouth he started rolling the stuff in his hands into a ball almost ass if it was burning clay I call on the Echo of creation the first words spoken. I have no name to back my request so I sit on your mercy. to guide my hand which is short on time to make my only master craft. with my will and my hand I craft a world core to birth a planet out of chaos. Third verse third verse how about I name this thing. I call on the Echo of creation the first words spoken. To judge the name of the world I wish to make. A name both a promise and Desire voiced to perpetuity. The name I wish to have the echo of creation judge is¡­ I don¡¯t have a name ready shoot uw over world nether end it is a crafting game so lets add that and the heimr for the land of on the end ONECHEIMR. With the name leaving his lips it seemed to echo through his body reverberating him as he pushed his will into the solidified fog in his hands that lost its rainbow hue tacking on the blue incandescence of white hot iron as he held the twin forces of gravity and magnetism with the purpose of pulling in the fog around him and turning it into mater to be used to make a world. As he focused on his plan willing it to take form he felt a powerful presence surround and focus on him before giggling out a speech in a soft feminine voice more felt than heard, you where right to put yourself at my mercy. doing something like making a world where nun should be. you named it the land of crafting the land hell and end but you have no name and so the name you gave it has no power to fix this I name you Onec for this will be your Heimr your home. have fun now but know I am watching you. As suddenly as the presence cam it left and with its leaving every thing fell into place gravity and magnetism came into being and he watched the area he had cleared of the painful fog come to vanish as the fog came rushing in only to be turned into more iron strengthening the power of the both gravity and the local magnetic field. Unfortunately for Onec all good things have a price the price he must pay for his plan to work was the pain of all of that fog rushing through him with a sensation like having molten lead running threw his bones. Despite the pain Onec was happy as he had one thought running through his mind loading world generating chunks. Chapter 002 Super Flat Chapter 2 Super Flat Onec yawned, no bad Onec don¡¯t sleep you do not know if yeeawwn all of your hard work will still be here just keep going. It would have been nice to know the pain fog was what was allowing me to change the laws of nature and I needed to have very thing planed out to perfection. Now hear I am marching around the world trying to figure out how to fix water cycle on Onecheimr, Onec complained as he walked across the flat stone planes in the light cast by the aurora high over head. Stopping for a minute to catch his breath Onec looked up at the main source of light on the surface of Onecheimr the massive globe spanning auroras that took the pain fog and separated the rainbow riot of color into a braiding bands of color that glowed from within do to the fusion reactions caused by the intense magnetic fields surrounding Onecheimr. So pretty said Onec to himself ass he looked at the sky that was more hypnotic than some screensavers. Before his eye was drawn to a dark spot in the aurora probably caused by an endstone Island. eyyyaawwhhh At least I got the end and nether correct the first time. Mumbled Onec after his yawn he had during his stunt at making a planet thought about the end and nether dimensions and decided that it would be hopeless and impractical to make try making two other dimensions with one planet core and not willing to risk making another had simply maid the end and nether different biome¡¯s on the same world the nether is a subterranean lava tunnel waist land and the way you made a portal to it is you took a material commonly found in the nether and the over world aka obsidian, and shaped it into a doorway and heated it up until the door was the same temperature as the door shaped stone in the nether. Once the portal was established the two doors would stay linked as long as they where the same temperature this actually served as a safety when opening a portal you would always attach to the coldest door first. So that was cool ow and nether travailing worked because of spheres I know right a game of squares worked because the world is round and the nether has a smaller circumference because it is low enough for the size of the circle to matter. The end was a series of floating blocks suspended in the air drifting around on the magnetic aurora field drifting around pushed one way or another by the meandering paths of the glowing pain fog as its separated by color and transformed into mater before being fussed causing the streams to meander and braid around instead of going in straight paths directly towards the magnetic poles. So yea if you can get to the end jumping of sends you into free fall down to the over world. Sssss exhaling a disappointed breath Onec looked at his over world in its super flat stony glory. Before trudging along. Now how am I going to fix this and add a water cycle to this planet I will think of some thing eventually. {in the unknown} khaaaa khaa kha ha aha hhhhhuuuuuuuaaaaa khaaa khaaa desist your deranged cackling gambler and explain before I take your tongue. a man with a body capable capable of making a mister universe title holder cry steroid tears of envy. materialized on his golden throne despite having been there the entire time. And with his right hand pointed at a small being neither male or female but something both and not at the same time sitting on an over sized and well used deck of card dressed in a well ironed military uniform a beautiful golden dress tatter rags and nothing all at once and one at a time all at the same time. As the large mans hand moved to point at the gambler his large toga strained doing little to hide his muscular physique. The Gambler being called out by the Ruler stopped its laughing and non euclidean movement its body freezing into the shape of a little boy garbed in a golden dress. Before turning its head at the Ruler with a bulging muscular body before replaying. Sure, I will let every one in on the joke but only after the Creator returns because she is involved. Really and hear I thought I had decided dealing with you in any way was a Bad idea. Said a naked woman with a body that would make nations wage war for just the briefest smile her face set in a scowl that her beautiful face turned into a cute pout as she cover the nipples of her large busom with hear crossed arms and hid the flower of her passion behind her crossed legs. Her golden hair held by a golden tiara with a diamond setting glinting on her brow like a third eye. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. With the return of Creator thirteen others undid there veils allowing there incarnation left in the meting hall to appear, all but one of the thirteen there for the twin reasons of hearing a funny tale and to take in the beauty that is Creators body. Get on with it said a naked old man with a military hair cut and well trimmed beard as he directer his ire at Gambler with his hate filled eyes. Most certainly said Gambler as it shifted its shape into a female form wearing War¡¯s prized uniform gust to make him angrier. First I lost a game I planed to win twice to the same mortal. Fifteen surprised noises punctuated that sentence as Gambler grinned in glee as she knew her thay knew how impossible that statement was. The second time will not count agents my bet with storm he knew he could not afford to pay the price and walked away from the table in safety. The first time however was a game of skill. Meaning storm the next full incarnation on the mortal plain belongs to you. With that statement gambler looked at the seated thunder cloud nodded to it as the contract associated with the gamble took hold of them both. Returning her attention back to the story at hand Before some one could think to interrupt Gambler continued with her story. And lastly that same mortal before even getting to the mortal world as I left them in the Wyld lands to form a mage sole some how convinced Creator in forming a seat of power that could led to that mortal to joining are number here is that not exciting. Before any one could punish gambler for granting a mortal the power to stand up to a god Creator slammed her fists into her silver thrown the force of the action causing her boobs to bounce granting her the attention of every one in the room as she said. If I Had known he was one of your servants I would have killed him for invoking my name even in the round about way he did it I even granted him the name Onec. No wonder you are laughing you got me to fork out the bill to empower one of your servants. As Creator spoke her anger became more physical to the point of almost becoming its own entity. Creator please a moment wile your power was invoked mine was invaded. Said the final member of the council of eighteen as she revealed herself as she sat on her anvil throne. Seer can this mortal join are ranks. The full high consul turned to Seer to learn from her gift of foresight. It will be wasted he will never join are ranks he will never put in the effort needed even if we show him the road to power. He has already taken the Gamblers luck the world will forced him from one misfortune to another. In exchange we have no power to affect his fate not even the Gambler. With the Seers words complete the lady on the anvil throne turned to the gambler. I wont that world he is making as its own entity in the mortal world it is not complete but I can feel a resonance so deeply in my domain that it is driving my crazy. With a deep breath gambler said. Look builder wail I do have some leeway I also cant tell him whats going on and that means I halve to teach him powerful things without letting him know I am teaching him and then get him to abandon it all at the last moment all without touching his fate even Seer would. How about I motivate you with a bet since that is the only thing that seems to motivate you. I bet that you cant get the mortal to abandon the planet after tacking it to perfection. If you loose You have to give every thing you have won from a mortal back to that mortal or its descendant but if you win you can play with my forge. Which forge asked the gambler hmmm both but not at the same time that is a special privilege. Said the builder after some coy consideration. With the word both a look of lust filled greed entered the gamblers eyes. I bet I can get him to make a world full of new magical mettle''s that are stable in the mortal world for your use and if I succeed I can use both of your forges at the same time any time you forge something with that mettle. Fine but if you fail I get to use your hide as a material. The prospect of a new magical material made the builder¡¯s eyes light up with hope and wile her voice promised pain for failing to bring the hope into fruition. The gambler then turned to the seer before asking. what do I need to pay you to help me with this? You want me to help you get a forever booty call Gambler. Said the Seer only to watch the Gambler nod vigorously. Fine but I have two prices the Seer pulled up two fingers to punctuate the point first you must return every ting you have in that deck of cards you have. Done standing up the gambler turned around and flipped his over sized cards sending there contents flyng to there masters as the room around the eighteen transformed from a white cloud space into a throne room of the gods with there full regalia behind them each one having a golden thrown with the mark of there domain five members of the counsel regained the use of there cloths. Namely Creator, War, Star, Sea, and Law. And second the smile on Seers face caused Gambler to shiver in fear. Chapter 003 Mods and Mobs Chapter 3 Mods and Mobs There was stillness in the stone planes no life no water no deviation of any kind except two the first a small speck that had no substance no life but clung to the process of living so much the Wild responded to its will as it snored on the stone floor lying down with the human shaped void it formed with the belief of its presence. The second a small distortion of air that reflected and refracted the light from the aurora above as a small river of lava boiled up from the pressure building bellow heating a slowly growing patch of stone on the surface as the stone gathered more heat they grew softer until the strength and weight of the stone was no longer able to hold back the pressure from below. And with a grate cracking noise the stone shattered as lava and ash exploded from the stone as it rose up from the nether. Sssngggggh swwdwdwdwdwdw Snnggggggh swdwdwdw Crack Boom. No I Was not a sleep you where the one who was sleeping. With nothing responding to him Onec looked around for the sound that had startled him. Why is there a cloud of square shaped stone blocks flying in the air and lava poring out of a ravine like crack in the planes a few chunks over. Posing this question to the air Onec expected no answer and in return received non. O well when the lava cools there will be a new volcanic mountain if there was a water cycle I could just let this volcano create a volcanic island or something. Saying that Onec stood up to walk away before the meter squares of stone fell to the ground hitting him or worse burying where he was. Not that being entomb in the ground wood hurt him like it did last time. He had had access to the pain fog the last time and used it to change his body so that being buried alive was not an issue next time. Onec looked at the vaguely human shaped distortion ripple that was his body. Any time I try to change how I look I get hit in the head by the bet I lost. The right to pick what I look like in my next life. Yea just like that. Sigh at least I can use the pain fog to make working structures in my body that do things like an organ that stores a weeks worth of air for my body to use if I lose access to oxygen or find my self in toxic air my solution to being buried alive. You know if this place had one meter of water around the entire planet it would have gone down a micro meter as some of the water flowed into the ravine behind as a little micro ocean formed I wonder if there is a fault line her or something. Onec stopped walking his right foot stumbling to the ground forcing him to catch himself as an idea hits him. Wait all cycles are connected the geological the water and the biological cycles are connected one effect and stimulates the others first I need to have movement in the geological cycle then I can have movement in the water cycle from the water cycle I can introduce plants from plants animals then I can focus on having fun playing the little sand box game I have maid for my self. Finally inspiration I knew talking a walk would get the brain going. Changing directions Onec went back to the only place on Onecheimr where the pan fog runs thick the magnetic pole. {the end over Onecheimr} emptiness, loss, pain this I knew. I have had these three sensations unchanging for so long I remember nothing else. To no longer have pain bring my emptiness and loss to the for ground of my thought before having any kind of change brings some memory of comfort or tacking away of pain. Like a mothers touch or a husbands kiss. Soddenly the wyld rushed around her flowing threw and past her chained to anthers power and intent pulling images into her awareness first the core of a world with a structure unknown at the vary center surrounded by molten iron with traces of gold filled with the power of electricity and magnetism as the various layers of the core spun and coiled creating a magnetic field so power full it created a magnetic aurora around the whole planet. An aurora that pulled in the pain fog converted it into mater and then fussed that matter into larger matter as it pulled every thing to the poles like a current in the ocean. Once at the poles the aurora descended fallowing the magnetic field back into the core creating a phenomenon like a laser drilling into the ground this image is helped by this pillar is the only point in the aurora where Iron and nickle gets fused pulling energy out of the air ground and aurora to fuel the process before being pushed underground forming large icy balls of iron nickle and any other matter drawn by the aurora into the aperture mostly gasses in the air. When the ice balls hit the bottom of the pole aperture it smashes the balls that came before and gets smashed in return by the ones behind it. Forming a shape like the one made by bubbles on soupy water under a faucet. Soon the ice would melt leaving porous honeycomb material with most of the gasses finding there way out the top of wale the liquids and other materials would be slowly compounded into a lose stony plate before getting pushed along the bottom lair melting into the stone some of them however have enough heat redistribution properties to form a layer that melts the ice from the poles forming a pocket of livable ever changing tunnels on top of the molten magma bellow. The nether with that name entering her mind images of a game how that little world worked and how the one guiding this wanted that little space right above the molten magma wanted the planet to conform to the nature of the space in that game. And she watch the world shift things in the back round for things to work that way. Above a different name the over world full of oceans and rivers and as the two continental crusts moved away from the poles separated and seethed full of flora and fauna before falling into the equatorial ocean. Until the equator where a line of gagged cliffs rose from the uprising of the ground at the point where the southern and northern continental plates plowed into each other and the magnetic field of the planet asserted its dominance by forcing the large amounts of disturbed up to form the gagged peaks before pulling harder and lifting the tops of the mountains of the ground and into the air higher and higher until they joined the low end. The low end is where a large concession starts where things changed from the game the low end is merely a group of floating Islands with flora and fauna from the over world nether and end. Something about a sky block challenge with one primary difference the builders home had a star governing the day and night. Her the light came from the planetary aurora as she could clearly see despite the wyld around her shifting nature around her a secondary intended purpose of the large number of floating land masses of the low end is to block the light from the aurora forming a different sort of dark and light cycle not a vary regular one to be fare. Then came the shifting of the high end or true end where the stone islands floated a midst the bands of the aurora and where backed and changed by the energy abounding them. In the original game the end was a black star filled expanse with floating stones in the world being it was vary much not dark. With the end of the change around her as the change the being that had maid this world finished his change she was left remembering the fall. How her home was invaded and the only way to for some of her people to survive the conflict was to flea to every elemental plain of existence in the hopes that some survived the thousands that went into the Wyldland only had pain to great them as there vary selves where forgotten now remembering herself. She looked around to see. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. A bastion of order in the sea of chaos the Wild in forced looking up into the depths of the Wyldlands she could see her brothers and sisters consumed by there pain and scattered being drawn by the vary pull this planet enforced on the Wyld. If the price of tacking away are pain is to help entertain the maker of this place than that is a price well worth it. Said the little blip of soul to herself as she tried to figure out where the builder of this place could be now. As she waited for some of her brothers and sisters to fall down to this world. {the over world of Onecheimr} over world just dose not have the same ring to it when the end is gust over head and the only thing the over world is above is the nether thought Onec as he feed stone into the pain fog captured in his crafting table in order to convert it into lime stone before tacking that same lime stone and feeding it back into the crafting table converting it into bone fragments bone fragments he then feed back into the crafting table to grind into bone meal. He did like the actual reason for the build limit if blocks get to high the ground around that area gets pulled into the air and joins the land masses in the magnetic layer he is referring to as the low end or the sky block challenge. Holding the bone meal in his hands he looked down at his crafting table a simple wooden meter cube with a three by three grid on it. And a small collection of tools on its side. The important bit of this block is the unseen contained pain fog stored inside it that he could use to convert one thing into another. The only thing determining what he can turn what into what is if he can imagine a recipe that conforms with M... Onec¡¯s attention is immediately zoomed into an apple that is drifting way from the apple tree it was growing on before being planted into the ground at the edge of the growing dirt patch he was testing. Right next to the oak acorn and the Burch string beans. Right so that is happening I would blame ender men but I have not gotten around to making mobs yet I wanted to have the flora of all of the three dimensions up to snuff before introducing Fauna. The fact I stuffed three dimensions worth of plant life on one planet is besides the point. You know what I am almost done lets just finish before getting side tracked. Tacking the stack of bone meal he had converted from stone Onec gets to the center of his batch of green ground and puts the bone meal into the distributor his fancy name for a dispenser that spits out an entire stack of something over a wide area. And watched the bone meal ecsellerat time as fare as he is concerned. First moss grows on wet stone forming a green carpet. Then mold and or tiny insects come and eat the moss turning it into bio mater then come the mushrooms to turn that bio mater into dirt one centimeter high that grass can grow in. before eventually dying to be eaten by mycelium into another layer of dirt until the dirt is thick enough for a bush to grow a bush with its large leaves that catch the water in the air and let it drip down into the soil bellow watering it and wetting the stones further away continuing the cycle and accelerating the layering of soil growth by dropping its leaves when the grass dies giving more material for the mycelium to eat. And under the effects of the bone meal soon the bushes die leaving there bodies for the mycelium to turn into dirt creating more layers until there is enough room for larger and larger treas that produce more water until there are soon rivers flowing to the ocean in the distance carving a path in the dirt and stone bringing material to the ocean. Ocean life on his agenda soon. Since his answer to not halving manually terraform every time he moved to a new chunk seemed to be working. Onec looked up at the sky block with a giant tree on it that was curently raining water and various other things several chunks over creating a mossy mess that was dying out before it could realy take as the sky block moved pulled around by the Onecheimrs magnetic field. Ok forest biom complete time to see what has been moving things on me. With this in mind Onec started walking around his little forest patch as the bone meal fast time slowed down and even seeing another seed start floating away from a tree to the edge of the patch he could not see what caused it. Pain fog weirdness time. Said Onec before looking around one more time to see if there was more going on not. Sigh Pain fog weirdness time. Sighed Onec as he turned back to the crafting table. On returning to it after his walk half way around the little forest patch he put his left hand on the crafting table and started to feed the table his last stack of stone one block at a time. Pulling the pain fog that was generated from braking down the stone into his right. The stack converted and an appropriate amount of pain fog left in the crafting table for use latter. Onec walked away form the table to not accidentally consume the free pain fog. Now an image this pain fog weirdness seems to work better when I have a good image. My earlier problems with my planet being super flat and stagnate as an example. I want to see something I cant see right now. Do I go for the third eye or something else. Lets try third eye first. Soon Onec emptied his mind and then started to solidify an image in his mind about a third eye. You lost the right to pick what I look like in my next life. The intrusive and painful thought burst his mental picture like slap to the face so hard he almost fumbled the pain fog in his hands. O come on. Since I do not get too choose what I look like but you do can I at least know if I get to have a human shape. No sooner had the words left his mouth that his visually distorted form took on darker almost human shape he could feel he used to have his old proportions as if the world around was responding to his instinct now his perportions felt of but looking at the shadowy impression he had on the world around him it looked mostly human it did feel like he was only balanced when standing on his tows but he would get used to that eventually. Right going back to the drawing board on making it so I can see that which has no form. Without changing how I look. Hmm the eyes are the windows of the soul and when you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back. That could work closing his eyes Onec concentrated on the eyes are the windows of the soul as he imagined a bottomless void that stared into the world seeing all and reveling his true self to the world. With the image firmly in his mind Onec takes the pain fog in his hands and attaches the fog to the image in his mind before willing the image to bee so. The pain makes his eyes feel like his eyes are melting until the fog is gone and the pain stops opening his eyes to find nothing much has changed before shrugging and with his eyes open images himself going to the abyss and OPENS HIS EYES. The change is immediate he can see the heat in the air he can see various forms of energy pervading the aria around him he can see slight tendrils of the pain fog drifting around and he can see little energetic sparks hovering around seeming to beat with an inner fire with a single one looking like a slim female of a human like race with no distinct features. In fact its shape would not tell him its gender he just knows it a girl whatever it is. He can see it trying to speak but he can hear nothing coming from her mouth. But his sight tells him fare more than he would have ever dreamed. He can see her happiness he can see her hope for her people he can see her need to please him in fear of loosing something he is giving her and her people. After a moment he looks away from the abyss and his vision of her the little sparks of light and the energy around him fades. But before he looked away from the abyss he could see she could see his confusion and that he could see her emotions want and desires. I need to be more careful about what I imagine I am not making an ear equivalent to that to much chance to drive me insane. Now what to do I think I need to work on my fauna a little earlier than planned. Whelp back to the pole I go. So saying Onec picked up his crafting table hoisting it up on his shoulder almost tripping as he had to get used to the new balance of his body and started walking. Hm do I want to make spawners or spawn eggs. Opening his eyes he could see hundreds of the little lights around him most of them not as formed as the girl but he could see a boy and a few more girls in the mob around him. Spawners it is more involved but one and done on my end well two and done I should make on for boys and girls simpler that way now I need to consider what to kind of body to give these people. Thought Onec as he closed his inner eyes as he walked to his polar mater generator. Chapter 004 Spawn Chapter 4 Spawn Onec stood at the edge of the pole aperture as the ground seethed and bubbled below him feeling less like standing on solid ground and more like standing on a pile of beans that are being pulled out from under you. Using his pick Onec pried at the edges of a block of stone that had been launched out of the mater generator above the polar chasm. Something you do not think about with making a would out of a game. Is all of the extra work associated with the actions represented as standard in some games. Like mining stone. He was not just hitting the block of stone a few times he was using the pick to wedge power into the stone in the shape of the bite he wishes to pull out. Namely a one meter cube. He found it interesting the compromise necessary to find a material that transmitted power well and was hard enough to actually make the physical marks necessary to ground the power into the stone in the correct shape one set Onec put his hand on the stone and wrapped his will around the energy surrounding and defining his block of stone and with a small touch of the pain fog transformed the block of physical mater into metaphysical mater. And attaching it to the other blocks in his mental storage. This was not some kind of put in and forget kind of inventory. He had to keep track of every thing in his mental storage in his head because if he forgot to concentrate on something in his mental storage it transform from metaphysical mater into pure metaphysical conceptualization and then dissolving into the pain fog. As Onec sorted the materials in his mental storage he looked up at the polar mater generator which was less an object and more a phenomenon given a name. The mater generator is the point at which all of the overhead aurora beams converged pulling in the pain fog and any other material into one point the top was super heated wile the bottom was flash frozen something about Fusing iron tacking more power to fuse than it released. 1 2 3¡­ 8 9 10 gropes of ten block of stone stack them up to make one more stack of 100 stone ten stacks of 100 make the last stack of 1000 needed to make one 10,000 stack of stone making my inventory one black diamond pick one blue diamond pick and one red diamond pick. One stack of 10,000 stone one stack of 100 iron ore one stack of 100 mixed diamonds and one stack of 13 gold ore. Seriously gold so rarely comes out of the. Onec was only able to jump out of the way of the block of stone because he was watching the mater generator as it pushed a beam of blocks into the polar aperture pushing a swell of lose material to build up around it like an ever growing crater. This process would sometimes reveal more valuable material for him to mine hence why he mines here in the first place besides not halving to transform every fifth block of into pain fog instead of gust using the stuff in the atmosphere but it was time to go now that he had 10,000 stone. My personal limit on how much I could visualize with out issue. With the thought of being done Onec started the walk to his forward mining bass. Last time I tried to go for a stack of 100,000 my brain stopped being able to possess how much he had in his metal storage and every thing in it lost cohesion turning it all into pain fog boy that hurt. With fast and methodical steps as the ground rumbled and roiled under him as the mater generator pulverized the ground bellow pushing material around making the aria around the polar aperture like a gravel hill except the gravel is the size of small buildings. Onec walked to his forward mining post as he meditated on the objects in his mental storage. When he reached his forward mining post his first order of busyness unload starting with gold reaching his gold stash he placed his 13 blocks of ore in the five by five grid bringing his total gold to 67. next his mixed diamonds adding his stack of 100 four more layers to the growing snake of material. Quickly turning around to do the same for iron since he had been able to get stacks of 100 of each pluss what he had used every time he went for stone stone he now had 600 of each at this time. With that taken care of Onec went to his tool rack and put the three picks he had with him the red the blue and the black with the others. before tacking out a little book to take notes on the different properties of the diamonds pick compared to the others he had made inducing a green, purple, white, yellow, violet, and brown. It seemed like every time he used a carved a diamond out of his mixed Diamond ore he got a slightly different color out of it. It was not until he had tried using the white diamond pick that he had felt the difference. As fare as hardness was concerned the color did not mater it was energy transfer that changed based on the color of the diamond. Blue was definitely the smoothest energy transfer. Brown was complex and unpredictable a vary bad pic for a pick but he could imagine uses for something unpredictable his favorite so far was black. the energy in the black pick moved like it was syrup however when mining you if you spaced out your strikes to give the energy time to circulate you would have a lot of energy transferred deep into the block being mined. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Closing the book notes taken Onec started walking to his crafting table in order to get to the thing he had come here to do in the first place now that he had 10,000 stone making mob spawners. Onec reaching the crafting table he had to thing about a recipe for a mob spawner and after that what kind of body do I want the spawner to make. I do not want to open the windows of the soul right now not with this much stone on my mind. Ugg I wish I could figure out how chests work already. The crafting table was not that hard but the chest are for some reason its just a chest why is it this hard. Thought Onec to himself as he glanced at the stoneplosion and stone void a bit away from his work station as he meditated on his 10,000 stone. Should I start with something simple like pigs said Onec as he stood arms crossed in front of him over the crafting table in front of him with a vacant expression on his face as the gears in his head steamed with concentrating on his 10,000 stack of stone and thinking threw the problem, no I think the big girl sees all of the little lights as brothers and sisters meaning they may be the same species. Putting them in to simple animals to use as meat in a game gust seams like abusing trauma victims for profit which is disgusting. So only sentient and sapient creatures. I mean if I still want animals Pokemon still fit the sentient and sapient check marks. Soon fond memory of his childhood floated threw his mind before being interrupted by his need to concentrate one his 10,000 stack of stone. Uge you know what next game if I get tired of crafting I will switch to catching but for now to to I need to focus on a small number lets go for one sentient race per layer over world, nether and end. Villagers for the over world endermen of the end, and piglins for the nether. Wait Piglins are not native to the nether ow well lets see if I can do something with a blaze. Uncrossing his arms Onec put his hands on the crafting table. Since I cant thing of a recipe for a spawner lets brake it down into pieces lets start with a mettle cage. {the Polar region of Onecheimr} she watched with baited breath as the black shadow stood over his block of wood with a three by three grid of squares on the top and various tools on the sides in concentration with his eyes closed. She did not know how but he could see with his eyes closed and normally operated this way. But he opened his eyes it was like seeing the Aurora overhead in his eyes staring back at you. And merely looking into his eyes was like standing naked with every thing you have done thought or said revealed to him as he revealed every thing about himself at the same time. She shivered in anticipation as she thought about the long hours of staring into his eyes as they walked together from his plant experiments to here allowing her to show him how happy she is about him macking this place with no pain and how happy she is that he is happy to see her she knows he considers this place a game but she dose not kare as long as he is happy this place will remain and she will not halve to deal with the pain of the wyld. Her attention was drawn to him as a blast of color erupted from his void like body before being pulled back into him like some kind of strange toy. She had know idea why but in the passage of the flash 18 different patches of color where splashed on the ground and as she watched each color seemed to call the the riot of color of the Wyld to itself drawing like color to like. As each patch of color feed on the Wyld the colors grew and spread with each color having a strange drifting pattern as some colors overpowered others. And in turn overpowered by others deciding to look at the blue she found it gave impressions of being wet. Movement catching her attention she looked up from the strange colors to see him unfold his arms and she jumped to watch hoping to see what this Spawner he had so many plans around be made before here eyes. Chapter 005 Here There Be Cotton Chapter 5 Here There Be Cotton would you just pick one already. Said the maker of this word of in the distance as she marveled in the sensation of moving her new body. She sat in the middle of a field of cotton picking the fiberus seed sacks to put in a little bag to give of to one of the others who where helping make cloths. Looking up she glanced to the right to see Onec arguing with General Pyetse one of the few to remember there old name. She did not like Pyetse to paranoid to except a gift. Then glancing to the left on the other side of the cotton field was the tailor not the TAILOR as in the tittle but the only one there to be had. The tailor a small girl with large hips full thighs that where shown of as she petaled the spinning wheal as her arms that where just the right thickness to not seem to small or to large in comparison to her legs deftly moved the cotton from a bag next to her onto the needle of the spinning wheal to be turned into thread by her hand. As her small and perky breasts bounced calling attention to the hourglass shape of her torso as she worked. Having filled her bag with cotton she stood up and in order to add her bag to the pile she walked over to the tailor as she considered a name for herself most having forgot there name from the pain the Wyldlands had inflicted on her and her brothers and sisters. Sallina had told them all that before the wyld they all where elves she personally found the name fun and nostalgic looking around she found Sallina as she stood tall in the regal black star speckled beauty of the tall tribe Onec called enderman Onec also said if he used the old language it would be enderwere for the men and enderwife for the girls making Sallina an enderwife eeee whatever. Fine you know what fine you want to be like that be like that in the future when some one asks why the enderdragons have to die to lay an egg they can yell at you for making me angry. Shouted the maker of this world behind her she did not even turn around Pyetse is a brother to her but he was not her friend he can deal with his own messes. Besides she can tell the builder of this world Onec is still entertained Pyetse will just halve to dance to some one else is whims. Finaly reaching her destination she put her bag of cotton next to the full one before reaching down to grabbing one of the empty ones. Standing up she watch the tailor for a minute before asking. Tailor I could see your soul spark take on the shape of a Were before you dived into the vilager wife spawner can you tell me why. Hearing the question tailor smiled and spoke as she continued to work. To answer that I will need you to answer some questions because how I answer will change depending on how much I halve to explain. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. First do you remember what you used to look like. She did not even need to considered tailors question. Yes I even got as close as I could with the strange sliders in the spawner. Okay second question do you remember what the other races looked like. Did she remember what the other races looked like. Thinking about different races all she could think about was what she used to look like and how her brothers and sisters look after using the Villager enderman or blazeman spawners. So she said, No I do not. Ok well to make this answer short some of the other races are small some are large and each one had a slightly different color plate to there skin and different body structures that I had to adjust to with different stiles and cuts to make them look and feel just perfect. Now Your complaning that you are the only one going to be an enderdragon fine thirty two is a good starting population so you you you you and all of you yep your coming with me I need to make some crystals and eggs if I am going to make you all enderdragons. So when I saw people going into the spawners and coming out looking so good I immediately knew I needed to show of my wares as a tailor I need a model but getting a model finding a model with just the right proportions to look good in any stile for any build not to small not to large not to thick not to thin gust enough curve in all of the right places. So I figured I had an opportunity to make my self a new body. So why not take it... She could honestly say she was lost between tailor going on and the interesting thing going on behind her with the make of this world. Her attention had started to drift ash she considered a name for herself again. She considered herself a new person sow how about having something new in her name. But then I come out and there are no smooth shapes just hard angle and squares even my boobs are square see said tailor as she stopped spinning thread on her spinning wheal which by the way was square as well. To grab her small breasts with her hand and started to deform them but no mater how she moved her hands her breasts continued to be square shaped in one orientation or another. You know Tailor I think you lost her attention and since you stopped spinning I think now would be a good time to hand you this. Said Sallina as she walked over with a black square of material in her hand like it was nothing at all. Before putting it down next to tailor. You know tailor you gave exacting instructions but are you shore this is what you wanted ask Sallina. As she put her arms around her bare flat and breast less chest endermen do not have nipples and do not lactate apparently. Tailor looked at the block of material and pulled alittle of the top reavealing the block to be black ribbon lace as a smile creaped up her face yes this is perfect before pulling out a black stone needle and holding out her hand to Sallina and ask. You do also have some black thread yes. In response Sallina snapped her fingers emoting that she new she was forgetting something. Before with the sound of displaced air and purple particles of light Sallina was gone only to return a few second later with another blast of displaced air and particle show to put a roll of black thread in tailors hand also square like the full bag of cotton taking op a square space. As tailor and Sallina continued to argue she gust could not get interested in there conversation so she turned around and got back into reveling in the movement of picking cotton so that eventual she would get her own set of clothes it is cold when one of the rocks over head blocked the light form the aurora. Chapter 006 Fishing for Cod Chapter 6 fishing for cod Onec sat on a little wooden dock. He had made a few hours ago so that he could sit here fishing. Not that there is anything to fish thought Onec to himself as he pushed his shoulders into his chair. Sitting next to Onec with a fishing pole in its hands was an Enderman not that the Enderman knew what to do with the fishing pole the thing being shoved into the Endermans hands before it could do any thing else. Some times I wish I could her you talk said Onec out loud to the enderman. The enderman simply shrugged knowing body movement was communicated but anything coming out of its mouth would be lost before fixing its lace spedo. Onec had no idea why the Endermen had gotten the things but they made talking to them interesting the black lace on there black body looked like nothing was there but the lace would hold and hide choice pieces of anatomy with an over all effect that a mixed crowd of boys and girls looked like an androgynous mob since you could not tell were from wife. Onec returned to fishing not thinking about the ongoing nude convention by the spawners no not thinking about it. FISHING. With a thought Onec pushed a small amount of the pain fog he had on him threw the fishing rod and into the water and formed a name tag on the end of his hook gust so that he can say he fished something out of the water. After forming the name tag on the end of his line Onec pulled. ¡°ha An army dog tag.¡± crooned Onec as he held up the pare of steal plates on a chain for the Enderman fishing with Onec to see. Soon the enderman returned to fishing with renewed enthusiasm. Onec Holding the army dog tags in his hand contemplated his past as he was reminded about all of the fun he had playing call of duty kill streaks custom weapons gathering enemy Dog tags for points. With a sigh Onec stood up propped his fishing rod agents the rail of his dock stood up and tossed the name tag back into the water along with some pain fog with the instructions to turn into a cod fish or something. Have fun I am going to see if I can think of anything I can make from educational addition minecraft see you latter. {In the depths of the ocean of onecheimr} ¡°Do you know what we are waiting for.¡± asked War as he stood at parade rest on nothing but water unmoving defiant of the ocean currents in the dress uniform of a Sahagen war chief the colorful shells and polished bones an intimidating sight in the changing light under the ocean. ¡°No you know as much as I do Seer paid us a favor and told us we needed too be here and we would regret preventing some disaster in this ocean wile this planet is still in the Wyld.¡± hissed the five mile long Sea serpent its bio-luminescence allowing its entire body to be seen despite the dark of the depths ¡°What I cant comprehend is how babyish Life and Death are being.¡± ¡°That is not fair Sea you are compatible with this Dimensional elemental axis there is no meaning to death and life here there is only pain for us.¡± Said the liter colored of two dim blips of light one black one white there sparks barely even seen against the light maid by the see serpent. As War was going to voice his thoughts a chain with two tags splashed into the water near them and transformed into two fish and a hundred eggs both fish formed metal implements out of the Wyld around them and started using the metal implements to launch smaller shard of metal at each other. The end result two dead fish that soon bleed of the Wyld turning into a pare of steal chain necklaces with a hundred links and two steal tags. Curios War flexed his domain pulling the two ornaments to himself. Soon the little things turned into one hundred fish eggs and two fish each for a total of two hundred eggs and four fish. War allowed the eggs to fall threw his hands as he held the fish in order to observe them closer. The four fish took one moment to look at there surroundings before they all formed Identical weapons to the first two pointed them at war and let lose causing a shower of shrapnel as the mettle projectiles bounced and shattered off of wars armor killing the four fish. Leaving war holding four Dog tags in his hands. ¡°By my bloody hands they are such good little solders.¡± Boasted War in his deep base voice ¡°Okay I now know what I need to do now War be a... stand up solder and keep those thing occupied wail I¡­ get an environment to train them ready. Death Life use this as an opportunity to get a wheal of reincarnation going You know teach the Wyld the meaning of life and death so that you can be use full to me in a long minute.¡± Hissed Sea as the long snake started to ambill its way into the distance. ¡°But where are we going to get the souls to do that. Do you know how many souls that takes how many of them are going to be changed by the Wyld in the process.¡± Whined Life her little spark of light dimming in response to her emotion of hopelessness. Death quickly interjected, ¡°I got the souls I can hit up a number of different hells ask for some souls that need to be reworded and screwed over at the same time. Just get those fish shaped flesh husks ready for souls to be planted into them.¡± before whisking himself away. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. {a beach of Onecheimr} Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha sat in a chair on a wooden platform over the water with a fishing rod in hand. The long patience required for the task was allowing him the time to take the pieces of his old life and try to put them back together in some kind of order. Like his name he knew what his name was but he did not know what was name and what was earned title associated with the name. So for now he used the howl thing being one of the few people coming out of the spawners that still had memory of the before time. He attributed that to the fact that in the before time he was rather important having had a powerful skill. That was why he was fishing. The maker of this micro stability that his instincts told him was on borrowed time had spent more time her than he had making the spawners for him and the other lost as they where collectively calling themselves. He had forgotten so much of the before time only a hint of his old ability where still there. Fore one he can still see the wyld and its 18 colored daughters even after having a spawner wrap flesh around his spark he was also glade to have picked to be a member of the tall tribe enderman or something. The spacial abilities have been giving him insights to some of thing things he remembered being able to do in the before time. Reaching into his past memory and the threads of power he would wield and weave into vast tapestries of powerful effects. With the memory of weaving in his mind Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha felt inside himself to the small core of spacial power and pulled some of the power out of the core slid it along his body to his right elbow and with his mind delicately pulled that spacial thread along into the distance before selecting some stone and weaving that thread into the shape his body would natural weave the thread into if he was touching the stone. And with the bang of distorted air a cuboid block of stone one third his height was sitting suspended on his elbow. Next he pushed another thread out until and soon the cube of stone was many lengths away the power in his core depleted. But as the light from above shined down his body absorbed the light turning it into power and sent to his core most of the power filled up his core but a small amount went into growing his core into something larger. ¡°some day I will have all of the powers I used to have and when this place fades away I will maintain my flesh and leave this place of pain behind.¡± a pull on the fishing rod distracted Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha from his power fantasy and training. ¡°Finally even if its only the thing Onec threw back into the ocean I new there was some purpose to this task.¡± he cheered as he pulled on the line. And out of the water hopped a green and gray spotted fish, with three dorsal fins, two anal fins, a pelvic fin, and a large split caudal fin. In the middle of observing the fish features Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha felt a shift in the air as the fish looked at him in the middle of its leap and pulled the Wyld to it forming a mettle object that it held in its right pectoral fin and pointed a hole at him. Some instincts he did not know he had took over and he had moved before he heard the sound. A loud crisp bang. Checking himself he found Moving in this way for short distances had less impact on his core energy than he absorbed threw his skin. A secound bang the only reason he knew why he moved. and With that fear out of the way Lelonyla looked again at the fish only to find it smirking as it dived back into the water letting out a third bang at the last second. Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha considered his options before looking at the fishing rods still on the dock both his and the one left behind and so with intelligence instead of instincts he moved wail pushing his core and appeared on the dock and quicly reached down and grabbed both of the fishing rods. The rod in his right hand had the fish so he put his core energy in the rod in order to tack it with him threw the movements wail the one in his left was coiled and ready. Rods in hand Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha pulled on the rod with a fish on it trying to pull it out of the water again. And was soon reworded as the fish jumped out with two mettle implements in its hands both holes pointed at him. So he moved letting instincts tack him where it was safe pulling the fish crosser to dry land this time as he had kept the fishing rods this time. So with a flick of the arm he threw his of hand hook at the fish. A Bang and movement caused him to miss. But the fish was still on the first hook. Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha feeling the nostalgia his heart beating in his chest with the rhythm of battle after so long could not keep the manic grin of his face. {near a beach of Onecheimr} it was Important to Find the creator of this realm Lelo way to long should have been keeping an eye on the creator of this realm so that he would not get bored. But no shortly after the world starts shifting Lelo way to long comes back raving about fishing holding mettle tags trying to get people to join him and having no idea where the creator of this realm is. I could swear they do not realize how good it is right now they did not see him change the vary ground if he gets board he might switch the game on us and this one is fine nice and restful. Between one step and the next a pulls of power weaved its way threw the ground pointing her in the directions of the changing so she changed the direction of her running hoping to get to him too see the changes he is making to the world. As she crested the top of a hill she finally saw him and froze. There he was standing in front of a Crafting table his eyes open and seeing into the truth of the would. Behind him a being of contracts and possibility standing behind the creator whispering powerful truths the the creators voice and with each truth one of the micro peaces of reality becomes defined. She would get closer however she can tell the being is fare more powerful than the creator and that the creator and the being already have contracts between each other older than this would. And last but not least she can tell that being has a goal it desires enough to give her a fate worse than falling back into the endless pain. So she sat down and waited hopefully nothing bad happens.