《Welcome Mortals, It’s Been A While…》 Chapter one: Years and Movie-time Hope you guys like the new fiction. any bashing I do towards religions or jobs is completely for fictional purposes and do not reflect my opinion. Not held responsible~ Hmmm, I feel like I should put a proper rant like usual however let''s just get to the reading already. ------------------ NASA Outpost: Mars It¡¯s time for the next log. Ugh, it¡¯s not like anything new has happened since yesterday. As he plays with a Rubix cube another uneventful day passed for the astronaut Wesley Bourne. As a self-proclaimed genius that climbed the ranks in NASA he was dispatched to Mars for information gathering. AKA dirt shoveling. However one event forever changed his life; not only his life but also life on Earth. 2016: After summarizing todays uneventful work he stands and walks back to his bunk to sleep when suddenly his legs start to disappear, following the rest of the body moving upwards. Legs, chest, neck, and before he can react his whole self has been gobbled up and transported. Materializing inside of a room he looks around to try and assess the situation and calm down at the same time. Thankfully the room seems to have a calming effect that helps him do so. One reason would be the fact that he didn¡¯t materialize inside of some torture room or apartment with a big black sphere with others standing around it like the manga he loves to read in his free-time. Right in front of him is an expensive wood office desk you would see in your career boss¡¯ office or maybe the dean to your college. On this desk is a small nameplate engraved ¡°God, Medical Quack, PhD.¡± Feeling as this is all too much, Wesley slumps down into an extra-soft cushioned couch while trying to reason if he is experiencing space hallucinations like some previous astronauts have detailed. If so, then this is probably the most exciting thing that has happened since arriving at the godforsaken planet of Mars. While admiring all of the various items on the bookshelves such as different versions of the Bible and other ¡°Higher Being¡± texts he doesn¡¯t notice that a certain person has formed, sitting on the other side of the desk watching him with an amused smile. More like a grin if you look closely. ¡°*Ahem* Mr. Bourne I see you like my office, I have always favored the psychologist role when speaking to mortals.¡± Wesley almost soiled himself and fainted at the same time when God was clearing his throat. Turning his head mechanically like a rusted wheel he warily scrutinizes this odd fellow that looks more like a scientist who wants to experiment on a subject rather than a doctor who wants to help a patient recover mentally. God, who is leaning back in his leather chair, wears a button up shirt with a tie that has the words ¡°Can¡¯t touch this¡± sewed on it. Furthermore to top it off he has obviously fake glasses to complete whatever image he is trying to get across. Many questions come to his mind and God chooses the least important one first: Was Jesus really your son? God laughs, ¡°Of course not! When I met him after he died his face was priceless! He was like, ¡®Holy shit, you are actually real! I¡¯m so glad spending all of my money on that extra cask of wine and doing a quick switch-up with the water while no one was looking was actually worth it.¡¯ Yeah it was fun, I and he got along for a while then I sent him to reincarnate with his memories intact as an adult to a world where religion was shunned and he got burned at the stake when he tried to pull another ''Jesus con job''. That¡¯s what happens when you toss around my name and ''beliefs'' without consent.¡± Wesley feels a shiver down his spine and sweats after hearing this but at the same time is somewhat relieved, I¡¯m so glad I¡¯m not Christian! ¡°Alright so let¡¯s get serious and go to the predicament at hand. Technically you are dead. However that is only because I am remaking your new body for you. Aren¡¯t I so generous huh?...Not. You are going to be my entertainment for the next few centuries or until you¡¯re killed!¡± What? I¡¯m his plaything now? Can I go back to my room?! Hearing his thoughts the nefarious ¡°psychologist¡± smirked and continued with his explanation, ¡°Anyways for now let¡¯s watch how your third rock from the sun is dealing with my new creations hehe. After all, you¡¯re going to be seeing a lot of interesting things for a long time.¡± After God said this he walked over to a window that was covered by office blinds. Once the string was pulled, the blinds shot up and revealed what was on the other side of the window. Instead of a hallway or cubicle with a busy co-worker, the outside shows Earth as if one stood in outer space above the planet. The breath taking scene literally took Wesley¡¯s breath away as he bolted upright on the couch and only after several (non)breaths did he calm down. He gazed back and forth between the mysterious god and epic sight of Earth until God finally walked back to his seat and plopped down with an appreciative sigh. One would think since Wesley is an astronaut such a sight should be less impacting, however how many times does an astronaut go out into space their entire life? Even God admits the beauty, Such a planet in this backwater star system, only the first one that will be changing in the near future. The players have almost been set¡­ Both of them shared a silent peaceful moment until God broke the silence, ¡°Now, let¡¯s zoom in and watch your family try to survive the chaos. After you see everything whether you despise me or not is up to you.¡± This was the first time Wesley saw God¡¯s glum facial expression and prepared for whatever would come next. However, how could he prepare for the horrors to come? As if it were a hologram God raised his arms then slightly spread apart and the display of Earth zoomed in. It kept zooming until it stopped at a familiar house in New York. The moment Wesley saw this house he felt excited to see it. However the excitement soon descended into terror. In front of the small home situated in the suburban community, a group of little green humanoids are trying to break in through the front door. After some grunting and kicking an older looking man opens the door intending to give an earful of profanities to the supposed solicitors banging on his door. Instead he finds those abominations wearing nothing but loincloths and waving daggers with beady-looking eyes ready to attack. Before he can even respond, the goblins impale him with the rusty daggers ending his life. Wesley tries to stop the tears from flowing after seeing his father dies. Drowning in his own sorrow he starts to blame himself. Several thoughts flow through his mind as he doesn¡¯t notice that god is currently weaving several complex spells with strange characters. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Pentagrams appear underneath Wesley that reinforce the calming effect several fold, making his despair lighten and his mind once again back on track. With a solemn sigh, God continues moving the display to different people Wesley knows, showing the hardships each is going through. Unnoticeable to Wesley he has been watching this for several years already. However, time flows differently in the small quaint office compared to Earth. What have been several years already of experiencing each of his friends lives after the apocalypse, time outside on Earth has been passing by the decades. Until finally the last person he recognized was brutally murdered by a non-descript monster in his sleep. At first the continuous death of everyone he knows almost broke him if it weren¡¯t for the intricate spells God laid out in the beginning. Who knows, he might have even tried to fruitlessly kill himself. However as the time passed along, it was almost like he was desensitized to the constant slaughter. Even going so far as to be at peace and finally glad for the last one that passed away. In his mind he thought that all of them would find some better life after that. Whether it is reincarnation or however ¡®life after death¡¯ was, at least they would be done with that literally God-forsaken planet. The mastermind of all of this was sitting in his chair behind the desk and looking at the mortal in front of him with a tinge of regret not common to him. With a sigh he tries to console himself, This is all to prepare him for his task as a Sovereign. As for Wesley, he doesn¡¯t blame God even though he was responsible for this, It¡¯s useless to blame someone about something I have no control over and already happened. Only by getting stronger can I alter the fate of those around me! Now that the emotional part of the history was displayed, God started to show him the scenes of what was happening all over the world. Many nations¡¯ military was shut down within days and the common populace wasn¡¯t saved like they wished. The only military that survived was the ones that went ¡®underground¡¯ trying to mitigate their losses and restructure their forces. That included black ops forces from each of the major powerhouses on the planet and other private military groups. Unfortunately all of the major players ¡®known¡¯ headquarters such as the CIA, MI7, etc. were hit the hardest. The larger the group, the more monsters surrounded them. It was similar to WWII on the battlefield where everyone goes after the tanks first and then deals with the foot soldiers. The large factions took the heat while small PMC¡¯s escaped faster. All the while CDC was pussyfooting, not sure if the situation would even change if they even committed to the effort, what with zombies being the least of the worries of new monsters appearing. The spawning of the monsters both intelligent and idiotic was enough to overwhelm large places like nuclear silos and other WMD¡¯s. This may or may not have to do with a certain god who didn¡¯t want to completely destroy the planet. Sort of hypocritical to almost ruin the planet he marvels at all the time; however the whims of a god change like the panties on a prostitute. Information flowed through his mind seeing where people made rookie mistakes in survival or fell to greedy and depraved acts; as organizations¡¯ conduct led to disaster and groups fall into disorder. One could say that this process was suited to mold him into what was needed to rule people. All he needed now was personal power! If he were to keep a throne, power was needed to dissuade the less orderly individuals. A show of force without force is blasphemy towards George Lucas! As Wesley was sidetracked in his odd musings God summoned popcorn and enjoyed the sight of mortals as they tried to build spaceships suitable for travel to Mars. The spacecraft construction was exponentially faster with the new skills people obtained. High-level Mages could use the earth element to draw in expensive metals that would make a pre-apocalypse billionaire faint. Other classes like Techno-Mage, Elite Engineer, Gravity Mage, etc. were all essential personnel that helped build those massive behemoths. Even after several test failures it still didn¡¯t let their spirits down. When it comes to death, even a math professor would cheat. After a few bitter years, the spaceship that was boarded launched directly towards Mars. Maybe it was fate¡¯s (or God¡¯s) twisted sense of humor, but the name of the ship was the Exodus taken from the old testament of the Bible. ¡°So, are you ready to meet the humans again?¡± God looks to his movie buddy with amusement. Wesley, who is used to God¡¯s perpetual state of amusement replies, ¡°Remember what you said about making me a new body? I want to know what your scheming old man.¡± A mock gasp escapes God¡¯s lips before he answers, ¡°Old man?! Che-, kids these millennia¡­alright so your new body is of a new race called Neo-Terran. Since you haven¡¯t been out there with the Earthlings leveling up and learning skills AKA getting stronger, this new race should help you even the odds. As a Neo-Terran you will automatically be excellent at magic. A step above any others, however your physical body will be sub-par. That isn¡¯t to say you can¡¯t always find ways to make up for that: Advanced tech like implants, or ¡®futuristic¡¯ full body light armor that looks like the ones on the video games you played. Anyways since I was personally making this new race I added something to you that isn¡¯t really allowed for us gods to do. The only reason I did this is because this universe is archaic and this galaxy is in the boonies. The other universes are overseen by different gods so there¡¯s really no need to worry about them interfering. The addition is part of my divine essence was inserted into you. That means you are technically part-god. You now are immortal but not invincible, can split yourself into 2 persons, and best of all: your magic is Creation! How much you create and what you create is restricted of course, however the more you use it the greater the magic will become. There isn¡¯t much more I¡¯m going to tell you other than: When you wake up you will find a small present from me, and the last advice is for you to expand and gain power. I¡¯m sending you to your body a week before the ship from Earth arrives so you can get used to your body and try to understand the state of affairs.¡± Before God could even hear a peep out of Wesley, the information-overloaded-now-immortal-being was sucked back into his Neo-Terran body. God lets out a ¡®fufufu¡¯ laugh then picks up a mythology book describing Loki and settles down with a grin, These mortals liked my persona so much that time that they wrote books on it huh? Chapter two: Awake and already made trouble Okay so it took me a while to get this done since I was messing with the table maker which if anyone has used it knows its like wrestling with a dragon in the middle of summer [th_083_v2.gif] Anyways now that college is over maybe I''ll release chapters faster~ Hope you enjoy! --------------------------- Lalalalala...lalala the maid hums her tune while she uses the duster to clean the Holy Sanctum where their ancestor resides. Such task is an honor for the most accomplished maid in the castle. For her it¡¯s as if she is in the temple of the gods even though she flits about in a carefree manner. Everyone in the city knows the story of their ancestor who was found centuries ago in this marvelous high tech facility later named the Holy Sanctum. The Royal Library has videos of their ancestor kept in the most secure safe deep in the building. The ¡®Holy Records¡¯ show hours of communications that span of several days and the world¡¯s top linguists still have not deciphered the meaning; legends say that the ancestor was the only life-form on the planet at the time when everyone was transported from their original world in an instant. It¡¯s the stone that is attached to the tank with the ancestors body that answered their questions about who this being is that lay in a gelatinous capsule. On the stone are engraved words in the transported peoples¡¯ language: Here lies your ancestor who will rise again ¨C G. PhD. None of the elders knew who this G. PhD. is, however after watching the Holy Records, the conclusion they found was that if the words on the stone was the transported beings language and not the native ¡®ancestor¡¯s¡¯ then it should be that the words contain truth. Of course there were a minority of elders who are power-mongering elites who fear that should an ancestor rise then the power they had built up would be used in the hands of the ancestor thus reducing their ¡®weight¡¯ they can throw around. But after so many years the worries turned into dust since the centuries have passed and the being has not yet awakened¡­ Back to the present¡­ {Switching from Narrator to Wesley P.O.V.} I try to open my eyes however it some kind of substance slowly seeps onto my eyes. It is blue and after moving my fingers and blinking my eyes it feels gelatinous. The gel doesn¡¯t actually hurt my eyes when it gets in them. It seems like the compartment I have been placed in is some kind of metallic vat of gooey liquid. I was hoping for some cool star wars cryogenic chamber, but I guess I can¡¯t always get what I want. At least I know not to open my mouth now or else alien jelly will be my first meal in 1000 years. After a few moments of cursing God I hear a mechanical feminine voice floating in my mind: Greetings Wesley my name is Low-Key and I have been created by the god Loki to help guide you through adventures for as long as you will permit me. As a guide I will fill you in on the race and culture that has established itself here in the last several centuries. Loki probably hasn¡¯t filled you in yet, but there is a lot of change on this planet~. Ah? This A.I. rhymes a lot. How about I just call you ¡°Key¡± since it¡¯s easier? Also are there other things you can do also? Like being my own personal assistant or super multi-tool? The name Key will suffice. However thinking I am only a tool is walking on thin ice. As a creation of Loki, please do not underestimate me twice. Ugh, there was definitely an edge to her tone at the end. Not sure if I can handle the rhymes though. It¡¯s like Siri from the iPh*ne trying to rap inside my head... I should probably get up though. As I start to sit up, the lid of the compartment slowly opens. This metal coffin was making me feel claustrophobic. Before I can even wipe the goo from my face I hear a mind-numbing shriek a few meters next to me. Then, *pat(steps)* *pat* *pat*, *SLAM!* Hrm, I guess that makes sense, I probably look like some slime monster that escaped confinement to feed on the bodies of humanoid lifeforms. It was a maid that was hella afraid. ¡°¡­¡± Elder Sormac P.O.V. This report of a ship from the unknown plant is disconcerting. It has been seen that the direction is our planet. Our starseers believe that the arrival will be in about 7 days. Evidence points towards our ancestor being from that planet also. The population will go crazy when they arrive. As my old teacher used to say, ¡®Sometimes even a baby can calculate the math to figure out the aftermath.¡¯ I just want to go back to my apartment and eat a home-cooked meal made by my wife. *Sigh* *Knock knock* Huh? Finally someone is here to help me escape my brooding! ¡°Come in!¡± The door opens and my ever-so-faithful wife who is also my receptionist/assistant enters, ¡°Ahem, there is a maid who is on the edge of insanity and ¡®requests¡¯ your attentio¡ª ¡°Elder Sormac, there is a monster who ate our ancestor!! A slime for sure!!¡± One of the high-ranking maids zooms into the room with unnatural speed, interrupting my wife¡¯s sentence. What slime? Maybe all of that dust she has been cleaning has messed with her mind¡­ ¡°Dear, maybe you should just humor her for now since you obviously need a break from work.¡± Iyaa~ my beautiful wife to the rescue! ¡°Might as well. Lead me to the ancestor¡¯s chamber so we can see this ¡®slime¡¯ that has devoured him.¡± This should be interesting. Wesley (3rd person P.O.V.) Once he had ¡®gracefully¡¯ crawled out from his high-tech coffin, Wesley took a long look around at his surroundings. Most of the room looked the same as it did 1000 years ago except for instead of the hatch to the air-lock it was a sleek metal door with a handle. Furthermore, all of the crates and shelves were empty as it looked like someone neatly pillaged everything in sight. As a shiver ran down his spine he realized that he was completely nude. The cool air almost beckoned him to find something to wear before someone comes back to find him in all of his glory exposed. With Low-Key disguised as a bracelet, he ran around pulling every shelf out and turning the whole place upside down for something to wear. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.The whole time he didn¡¯t even feel something wrapped around his waist nor notice it. Going back to the door a reflection of himself bounces from the metal to his eyes. Almost like a belt there is two black cords snaked around his waist. They felt tingly upon touched with his hands. with a thought of wanting them to be removed, before he can do so with his fingers the two cords unwrap themselves and start to sway in the air beside him. What?! This¡­ Like a puppy who sees his tail for the first time, Wesley turns around and does numerous spins while getting dizzy and finding out that in fact he has two black tails that are 1m in length. Oi, Key! Why do I have two tails?! I look like a demon version of a kitsune(without the ears)! Loki instructed me to give you a message when you were to find out, here is what it is about: ¡°Kukuku do you like them? Now you have ¡®twin tails¡¯, get it? Anyways your power for cloning your body is stored in both tails. The magic had to be put in an extra appendage. If I had put it in your legs or arms then the balance of power across your body would have disrupted and that appendage would have exploded. These tails were taken from a couple arch-demons from another universe to make sure they could withstand the colossal energy. When you split into two people each of the two will have one tail. Likewise both you and your clone will have a different mind, but still be connected. As a divine being I could make several clones of myself, that¡¯s why I am known as a trickster spoken in many languages and stories. ¡®Loki¡¯ being my favorite name so far~. Now that you have been informed, please get along with Low-Key, she will be of more help than you can imagine. Ah, before I forget, just think ¡®Status¡¯ to get information like all everyone else does; become a pro at creation magic before the using natural elements and you will have an edge over others. Seeya later~ Tch crazy old man. At least I can use these tails for nights in the bed with women fufufu~. Nonono gotta keep a leash on my ¡®other side¡¯. Pervert. Kuh-?! Before it could get any worse he changed his thoughts to checking out his status page. Status!
Name: Wesley BourneLevel: 1Class: Sovereign
Title: noneBlessing: Loki''s ChampionRace: Neo-Terran
Strength: 10Vitality: 10Agility: 20
Intelligence: 150Charisma: 45Luck: 30
-------------------------------------------------------------abilites-----------------------------------------------------------
Creation Magic (Lvl. 1)Divine Split (Lvl. 1)Declare Land (Lvl. MAX)
--------------------------------------------------------------skills------------------------------------------------------------
All Element Manipulation (Lvl. MAX)Mind Fusion (Lvl. 1)Quick Thinking (Lvl. 1)
Hmm, my intelligence is the highest. There are a couple things that need to be specified. Divine Split?
Divine Split (Lvl. 1) ¨C Split your body into two, creating a clone. Each time this ability levels up stats will be x2
Ok, Declare Land?
Declare Land (Lvl. MAX) ¨C as a Sovereign you can declare land as yours and set taxes, control armies, create laws, delegate positions of authority, etc. (ask Low-Key for more info). Warning: Dungeons and shrines cannot be claimed, however the land outside them can. To own a dungeon you have to clear all floors; Shrines don¡¯t belong to any person. Anyone can challenge your position as ruler through duel. As this ability is MAX Lvl you can ask for someone to fight for you. Alternatively, Kingdoms or Empires already established can be subjugated by defeating their leader; however you have to win the duel without using other people.
Isn¡¯t this a bit too OP?! Except there probably are many kingdoms and empires already on the planet since they have been living here for a millennia. Next are Mind Fusion and Quick Thinking:
Mind Fusion (Lvl. 1) ¨C Using Low-Key any information she gives can be sent through her to your mind. At Lvl. 1 you can only see pictures sent through your mind.
Quick Thinking (Lvl. 1) ¨C Speed up your thoughts at twice the speed of an average human. Later lvls will increase exponentially.
These skills and abilities are great however I don¡¯t have other peoples to compare to. So even though it looks amazing there are definitely others who could squash me like a bug. Oh well, no need to get hung up on it, just have to train like hell. Plus I have Key who can answer a lot of my questions¡­ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok so should I make Low-Key stop rhyming? I was thinking if you guys thought it obnoxious I would stop it... Chapter three: Theres a new King in town. 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! -------------------- (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) ¨C 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. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. 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.] Chapter four: Fear the Gear Chapter 4 is here~ hope you like it! I''m finally giving everyone some background info on the new Mars~ ------------------ (Wesley P.O.V.) After listening to the elders describe the kingdom and other important details I¡¯m resting in a luxurious room they gave me. As a bonus I¡¯m at the very top of the skyscraper that is the largest in the city. Apparently I also now have a maid that tends to me. The very same maid that thought I was going to digest in the ¡®Holy Sanctum¡¯. After the whole fiasco she was assigned to me by the head maid and I think Elder Sormac had something to do with it. I entered my study room and told her that I¡¯m going to go over all of the kingdoms and such with a map, and need her to leave. I think as she left she muttered, ¡°As expected of Ancestor, hard working.¡± Honestly when I walked around the rooms she seemed like a lost puppy following and it was getting ridiculous. Anyways this map I¡¯m looking at is almost like examining a completely different planet. I would say this stretches beyond normal terra-forming imagined. Mars has changed to be the same size as Jupiter but retains similar biomes of Earth. I want to believe its magic that did this, however what kind of magic, or magics would a person need to complete all of this? It¡¯s most likely science mixed with magic. The gravity of the planet and rotation mixed with the distance between the planets is all out of whack to where the seasons, months and hours of the day are exact replicas of Earth. Furthermore, all of the magical elements told in fantasy stories are real. Water, earth, fire, wind, gravity, including the sub elements. There are even more out there waiting to be found. It¡¯s also like Loki has the periodic table of elements with elements he can just throw around like candy! Creation Magic might be able to replicate these; however the backlash I receive wouldn¡¯t be worth the effort for now. Plus my ¡®path¡¯ for Creation Magic will be different. I¡¯m not going to focus on wide-scale effects, but more on personal power. It might sound selfish since I¡¯m now a ruler of a kingdom; however that¡¯s only going to be one part of my life. I can make a clone so why not adventure around this new world while my other body stays to take care of matters as king? They want to keep me secure in a building where I¡¯m at the mercy of nobles¡¯ backstabbing nature? Tch, good luck with that! I¡¯ll show them what a 21st century otaku can create with his imagination! *Flashback to meeting* (third person P.O.V.) ¡°If Ancestor would please sit in the throne so we start on getting you up to date on your kingdom¡¯s situation.¡± A hologram materializes above the table as it displays the full map of Mars. One of the portions of the continent is highlighted in blue with a symbol of a Phoenix wrapped in light blue flames. ¡°This is our Frost Fire Kingdom which holds about 1/3 of the continents land. Of the other 2/3 of the continent is owned by various sects, clans, and academies. This is the only Kingdom on this continent because of the fact that we rely more on politics and economics rather than strength. The only reason we still keep our land is because our resources and connections. The sects and clans are martial arts practitioners who need the resources from mines to help with their cultivation. Most of the mines our on our side of the continent so in a way you could say that their cultivation indirectly relies on our mines! That¡¯s not to say they don¡¯t have their own mines, however the majority is in the kingdoms jurisdiction. As for the connections that make sure we don¡¯t get conquered, it¡¯s the magic academies I mentioned earlier. All of the academies are joined together more cohesively than the sects and clans. This is because the rivalry between sects/clans is more heated than the rivalry between academies. The magic academies focus more on learning new magic and developing magic rather than the cultivator¡¯s warlike atmosphere. The chaotic situation that sects and clans are always in makes it near impossible to gather enough allies to conquer us since the academies will all join together to stop them from harming our kingdom. Even if they tried to ally with the academies to defeat us together it would be a lost cause; simply because our resources aren¡¯t as useful to a mage who gathers power differently. Since there are more detriments than benefits to conquering us, it has helped to maintain a friendly alliance with the magic academies. Back to the main powerhouses, the sect with the greatest power is Falling Feather Sect that relies on speed and agility for most of their attacks. The clan that has the greatest influence is the Krane Family, which emphasized strength over everything else. And the most prestigious magic academy is Sage Academy. However this is only one continent! There are four other continents that are monstrous in power. If we were to rank the 5 continents on this planet, ours would be the lowest of the five. The leaders of the other powerhouses of this continent would be like mortals in the next continent. Not to mention the ones further away, those are even farther out of reach!¡± Silence fills the room as Wesley tries to absorb all of the information. He feels like an ant compared to others, or even lower than an ant. This still doesn¡¯t let his spirit down, it only ignites the desire to get stronger so he can stand above all else! What would it be like to be so strong to conquer a whole continent and make a mark in history, then go on to the next continent where even more awaits him? One could say that Loki¡¯s conditioning with the past years of watching Earth crumble and try to rebuild just to fail and have to watch as they leave their home planet has left a psychological impact. It¡¯s an impact that spurs his ambition. To build a nation and reign supreme is a dream of someone with a sovereign class! The three elders feel a shiver down their spine when they see his fierce expression. Around the continent the major leaders had nightmare that night of a man in a metal suit surrounded by the remains of his enemies while holding his helmet to the side and surveying his surroundings, laughing madly¡­ (Wesley P.O.V.) In the morning I ate some food that the maid, whose name is Violet, delivered to me. For today I asked her to make sure no one disturbed me. I plopped down in my comfortable floating chair in the massive study room and started thinking. One of my main weak points is defense. I¡¯m like a glass cannon. I can always create a weapon after I get the armor problem solved. Taking out my favorite casual clothes from my inventory I set them on the desk. The idea is to integrate Kevlar synthetic fibers into regular clothes. However instead of the synthetic fibers they use made from petroleum based chemicals, I¡¯m going to imagine it made from mithril. Luckily Creation Magic can help me fix the problem with the process, spinning the thread. While I¡¯m starting, I tell the magic to color the mithril threads to the exact same colors as the original clothes. This is time-consuming, but worth it. By the end of making the shirt I have a killer headache. I¡¯m glad I didn¡¯t choose adamantium for the threads or else I would have suffered backlash. I already tried making threads with adamantium and only made one pathetic sock after one hour. Any further and it wouldn¡¯t be healthy. The mithril shirt took one hour. After eating lunch I go back to creating jeans. At the end of the day I finished my first outfit and the weight is more than regular because of the metal threads; it¡¯s still comfortable however. Technically even though it¡¯s casual clothes, I can still wear it under the suit I plan on building. The suit is going to be my first big project. I¡¯m going to take a bit of inspiration from different video games and anime then put the ideas all together and have a full body combat suit. The suit will have different gadgets and modifications to help with my problem of low strength. I will be able to switch between long-range and CQC (close quarters combat) anytime I want. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. My goal is to finish the suit before the Exodus arrives. Before I go to sleep there is one last thing to build. Now that I have defensive protection, albeit minimal, I¡¯m going to build my first weapon. I¡¯m so excited my hands are shaking; it¡¯s hard not to lose control and laugh like a mad scientist while focusing on the weapon in mind! The dominator from the anime Psycho Pass. Since it was in a futuristic time in the show, and right now I¡¯m in a somewhat similar situation this is the perfect smaller gun. It also fits with some of the additions I¡¯m installing on the suit later. A/N: psycho pass gun link http://www.deviantart.com/art/Dominator-Gun-3D-Psycho-Pass-2-394811057 Here is some small clips of what it looks like in the anime when shooting https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhmh3tyEEfs After imagining all of the times it was used in the anime, I instruct Low-Key to transmit pictures me so I can grasp the design better when I use Creation Magic. All of the pictures flood my vision cluttered to where I can¡¯t even see. It¡¯s like my computer desktop I used to have. With just a mental thought, all of the pictures line themselves up in my peripheral vision in an orderly manner. Now it¡¯s time for the fun part. Since I can use all magical elements I just need to add in Gravity to the creation command for when the gun transforms.
All Element Manipulation (Lvl. MAX) ¨C User can manipulate all magical elements such as water, wind, earth, fire, and other elements and sub-elements.
As the pieces float when transform/ing they will stay in place with gravity magic. This is when the gun enters ¡®Lethal Eliminator¡¯ mode. The same will be happening when it enters ¡®Destroy Decomposer¡¯ when taking out hard material-based foes. A/N note: http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/psychopass/images/0/0d/Crime_Coefficient_3-0.png/revision/latest?cb=20141116075752 A/N note, destroy decomposer: http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/psychopass/images/3/38/Destroy_Decomposer.png/revision/latest?cb=20150107000023 To change it up a bit, the dominator will use different elements as ammo. Ice will be frosty white when it shoots and deal freezing damage so I can shatter the location where the bullet hits. Fire will be light blue because of the extreme heat, and either char the location or turn it to ashes depending on the material or defense of the target. Other elements will be added later. Switching from heat to cold or pure mana disintegration will require pressing the elements mana crystal on the side of the pistol, similar to a rifle¡¯s selection lever that switches between semi to automatic. In this case, just putting pressure with my finger on the element crystal will load the type of ammo. The ¡®bullet¡¯ will then take the mana from the selected crystal and fire the gun. With Creation Magic I can build a crystal of each of the three in less than 5 minutes. Ice and Fire crystals have 50 rounds until they¡¯re dry. Pure mana crystal¡¯s pack a larger punch which also comes with a drawback of less amount able to be held in one crystal. 10 rounds of pure mana in one crystal. For the small parts that are about a fingernail or two in size, I chose adamantium for the material. The rest was strengthened carbon fiber lined on the outside with mithril. With carbon fiber the weight was drastically reduced, and the weakness covered up by the mithril. At the end the command mantra ended up like this: Create a pistol from these photo¡¯s with gravity magic holding the parts together during transformations. Ammunition must include mana crystal from the Ice and Fire element along with pure mana. The material will be formed by adamtium, carbon fiber, and mithril. Those three materials each have their locations and purposes laid out in accord to my schematics. Creation Magic can bridge the command mantra and the pictures in my mind to the effect. The only problem is the toll on my body and mind when acting casting the magic for a complex item such as this. If creating an adamantium sock was the equivalent of walking up a mountain, then creating the dominator would be jogging up a mountain. By the time I finished with the last piece, it was 2 AM in the morning and I was sprawled out on my desk spread eagle trying to catch whatever breath I could! However I can¡¯t wait to test it out! Hum, my penthouse has direct access to the roof¡­ After storing Janet *cough cough* my gun into my 3rd inventory slot and changing into sleek all black clothes, I open the door to tip-toe out of the room. Can¡¯t let the maid, Violet, know where I¡¯m goi- ¡°Iyahn~ Ancestor please slow down a little¡­¡± She found me! ¡°Nooo, we can¡¯t do this, I¡¯m your maid, how could I be worthy of your divine meat?!¡± ¡­Huh? Master, it seems like she is deep asleep. After turning my head to look over to where I just walked out is the maid is sprawled out sleeping next to the door. I kind of feel guilty for not telling her she could sleep on the couch in the living room. ¡°If Ancestor really wants to, I can give you my¡­.first time.¡± Pah! Guilt erased! It took me a few minutes to reach the roof because I was imitating a certain video game character from Metal Ge*r Solid. The top of this colossal metal skyscraper was the best place available right now to test Janet. Sound doesn¡¯t travel far up here, and including the fact that the night life¡¯s equally busy as daytime, I shouldn¡¯t have to worry about anyone noticing. Walking to one side, I use Creation Magic to make a simple stone dummy for my experiments. Just creating a stone dummy doesn¡¯t cause much fatigue at all compared to mithril and other materials. After moving a far enough distance (15m) I select the Ice setting using my thumb on Janet (huehue). The Ice setting acts like ¡®Lethal Eliminator¡¯. It only takes a split second to transform, splitting the barrel into different sections and lighting up the whole pistol in an icy white color. After aiming the gun at the stone dummy, I squeeze the trigger slowly and fire. At the same time, the ice particles coalesce in the blink of an eye and form an orb about the size of a marble that zooms to the dummy lightning fast. As it is my first time using Janet(the gun) my aim was a little off, hitting the waist when I was targeting the heart. Technically I could have used Key to assist my aim however maybe I¡¯m just too old-fashioned or don¡¯t want to always rely on her for my growth. Either way it didn¡¯t change the power of the shot. The after effects were impressive though. Its whole waist was enveloped by ice and after a casual kick on the ice the dummy was split in two! The ice penetrated the dummy all the way to the back making it easier to shatter his body. Even though ¡®Lethal Eliminator¡¯ has a different effect, this still works too. Time for some more tests then take a nap before I have to face those old scheming rats. [ 6 days left until Exodus arrival ]