Instead of picking one champion and giving her blessing and resources over one individual, she collected resources for centuries, eluded every player on the cosmic chessboard, and selected two worthy champions. The system figured out her loophole and closed it not only for her but for every ‘Order,’ but the single gamble helped her conquer the entire universe, and using it as a cornerstone, she again pushed up the ladder at incredible speeds.
Many such similar statistics were used until she finally broke through the rankings and received a gift from the system for being placed inside the top five hundred. The newly integrating universes were truly a boon.
Eons later and many such loopholes later, she breached the top one-fifty. As a reward, the system lifted the ban to create multiple champions. Not for everyone, but only her ‘Order.’
Rumors were whispered across the multiverse about a unique universe. Such rarity and a boon from the system meant only one thing; Both the heavens and the system wanted her to join the Noor.
She used all of her allies and wealth to bribe the system engineers and choose two champions by utilizing her one-time gift. With a unique rarity universe under her command, entering the Noor or dare she dream, ‘Das Sar,’ was possible.
So she went all in, neglecting the basic concept of luck; its unpredictability.
The wheel of luck showed its true nature and a mere child with a similar face who attacked her long ago squashed her champions like a bug, while other cosmic players cornered her ‘Order’ into a checkmate from multiple fronts.
Eons later, the thread of fate she eluded wove itself back into her life and now claimed yet another Defier.
As a last desperate attempt, a foolish desire to quench her anger, she chooses to end the human life alongside hers. Maybe if she had more control over her emotions, the title of ‘Defyer’ would have remained, but rage took over, and the system supported her request.
A wrong code accepted a wrong request, unleashing a simple restriction that could wipe out the universe. Yet the rarity of the universe stood true and death descended upon a single individual instead of the entire universe.
Wealth of a lifetime poured into two champions. Both of them already paying off their returns as they stack up kills and unique titles as they grow. With their percentile boosters, both of them were capable of defeating an enemy several levels higher than them, yet a level two human toyed with them until he felt bored.
Before she wanted to bribe the armies into surrendering, but after a level two Human won with such ease, even her allies betrayed her. There still remained a move that could save her life and she descended upon the human to offer him a bond.
With the lifted restriction, all she required was a fraction of her presence to kill the initiate. Her gigantic form should have been enough to subdue the human, yet he denied the bond through sheer willpower. Any kind of manipulation never works when creating a bond, but something told her that the human would rather die before submission.
‘How can a mere level four human wield such willpower?’ She wonders and remembers the rarity of the universe. Cursing the human to have interfered with her plans.
Rage took over, and she vowed to sever his fate with her hands. She unleashed a killing intent, and the human keeled over. Witnessing the human suffer eased her mind as she forgot the impending doom at her doorstep.
While fate smothered her hope, she would erase any weaves it paved for this unique being—The human.
The warships blast through her planet’s defenses and generals alike. While her enemies wished to see her despair before death, all they saw was wonder which soon turned to amusement.
They followed through with their command despite the shocking turn of events. But before they acted, she sacrificed herself.
A tremendous wave of destruction swept through her universe, claiming every life in its path.
Basal Vérin, who would soon be dubbed the Mad Bee, was expunged from the leaderboard, shaking the very ladder itself as she blinked out of existence.
Many other rankers lost their position because of unforeseen circumstances. Investigations came up with many reasons; unchecked karmic threads, ever-changing luck stat, formidable forces, and blindness due to greed.
The karmic webs spun across the wheel while everyone tried to steer it toward their glory. On a first come first served basis, every inch of Basal Vérin’s order was conquered, her legacy ready to be lost within a weave.
While her memories lingered, they might still remember her legacy as one of the grand strategists. After all, it takes more than luck to find a loophole within the system. Yet only a select few dug deeper into the strange events occurring around the unique integration.
At such a rarity, any slight moment can cause a storm powerful enough to rattle the entire multiverse. One has to see and they could find a level four human at the center of the storm.
He either braced or caused the storm. Both plausible scenarios made him the focus of the Noor.
A human named Tetsu who lived despite the wrath of a god.
One after the other, the Noor approach Tetsu.
One after the other, they were all rejected.
The system itself intervened, moderating the problem while placing a veil around Tetsu. This protected him from any preying eyes while making him and the system a target of every ‘Order’ within the Noor.
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Tetsu stuck to miniature goals and found solace in them. Before and even after the system, Tetsu dreamt of a small oasis. A place for family and friends, all of them farming, eating, and living a boring yet peaceful life. The integration messed up his planning a bit, but Kile never tolerated excuses, so Tetsu did not make any. The possibilities went from plausible to impossible, leaving luck with Tetsu to tip the scales, so he had no choice but to decode the stat.
Vengeance was never part of the plan, but even if some dumb fucker on Earth crossed the line, he would have become a vigilante with the help of his wealth or Kile’s fortunes.
Based on who dies and who gets to be the hero, that sucker better hopes he lives. Not that Tetsu is kinder, slower, and weaker, but because Kile is batshit crazy.
With an oasis clear as day, a step closer to figuring out the Luck stat, and a training regimen boosting his chances for revenge, Tetsu once again regained his lost resolve and goals.
Adding resistance to his training, which included heat, cold, aura, acid, poison, or any other kinds of harmful substances that can impede health or his path for running away, was added as basic resistance training to the body. While Tetsu did like the idea of building an invulnerable body, he preferred and worked more over the concept of immortality, and for which he would have to leave his mortal body behind.
To fulfill his wishes, the supreme gods of the multiverse bestowed their presence upon him.
Death rained down, concentrating on a lone mortal. The mountain Tetsu fought to ascend crumbled away beneath his feet, and the entire world followed suit, disintegrating alongside the mountain.
In the blink of an eye, a monstrous form of unimaginable proportions took its place.
Tetsu somehow perceived the planetary bee’s entire form, feeling like an insignificant speck under its overwhelming might.
It held every element within its grasp, oscillating in and out of reality, and every word it uttered struck like thunder, smiting Tetsu’s very existence. Years, even decades, passed before Tetsu could grasp the mighty creature’s first word.
Time itself bowed and retreated in its presence, and Tetsu, after all, remained a mortal.
— — — — — — —
Eons or seconds?
Tetsu felt as though several lifetimes had already elapsed before the torment finally came to an end.
While he regarded resilience as his accomplishment, the creature’s next words proved him wrong. It granted him only a brief respite before initiating the cycle of torment all over again.
A brief pause to question and receive an answer.
It wanted Tetsu to bow, and so he did. It sought Tetsu’s life, and he offered it willingly, but whenever it demanded his freedom—the autonomy of his free will—something always intervened.
In that brief pause of losing his will, the pain vanished as if it had never existed. In that fleeting moment, a force stronger than the creature interposed itself between them. A courage he never knew he had surfaced, and Tetsu vehemently rejected the bond at every turn of the wheel.
The magnitude of the pain intensified with every turn, defying what should be possible. Yet, it kept escalating, and in those fleeting moments of relief, Tetsu’s courage, anger, and determination resurfaced each time, staunchly denying the bond, without a second thought.
Resilience seemed futile and pain always maintained its fresh persona, yet Tetsu’s grit to deny never wavered.
The battle for submission waged on for eras before Tetsu slipped away into his memories, cradling the last few recollections he knew to be true.
The rest might all be a figment of his imagination. Overthinkers have wild imaginations, and eternal slumber makes the best of us dream nonsense.
Against any fake memory implant, Tetsu can still point at this one as his true memory because it held a special place.
Core memories have a way of shaping one’s soul, and this one did so too.
[DING! Skill reaped from defying a weave. Skill: Ever-smile. Level: ASCENDANT. Rarity: Unique.]
Tetsu’s lips stretched into a smile that defied fate, casually dismissing the strongest emotion—pain—as if it meant nothing. Two fangs descended alongside the smile, expressing fury at the insolent creature’s stupidity.
A hiss followed suit, ripping through the very fabric of space, shredding reality into nothingness.
It all felt like a dream, every scenario supporting the absurdity one should face within eternal slumber. Yet, Tetsu remembered every moment of the torment, of his defiance, and finally being able to step into Kile’s shoes.
“I smiled in the face of death. I finally fucking did it.”
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Instead of picking one champion and giving her blessing and resources over one individual, she collected resources for centuries, eluded every player on the cosmic chessboard, and selected two worthy champions. The system figured out her loophole and closed it not only for her but for every ‘Order,’ but the single gamble helped her conquer the entire universe, and using it as a cornerstone, she again pushed up the ladder at incredible speeds.
Many such similar statistics were used until she finally broke through the rankings and received a gift from the system for being placed inside the top five hundred. The newly integrating universes were truly a boon.
Eons later and many such loopholes later, she breached the top one-fifty. As a reward, the system lifted the ban to create multiple champions. Not for everyone, but only her ‘Order.’
Rumors were whispered across the multiverse about a unique universe. Such rarity and a boon from the system meant only one thing; Both the heavens and the system wanted her to join the Noor.
She used all of her allies and wealth to bribe the system engineers and choose two champions by utilizing her one-time gift. With a unique rarity universe under her command, entering the Noor or dare she dream, ‘Das Sar,’ was possible.
So she went all in, neglecting the basic concept of luck; its unpredictability.
The wheel of luck showed its true nature and a mere child with a similar face who attacked her long ago squashed her champions like a bug, while other cosmic players cornered her ‘Order’ into a checkmate from multiple fronts.
Eons later, the thread of fate she eluded wove itself back into her life and now claimed yet another Defier.
As a last desperate attempt, a foolish desire to quench her anger, she chooses to end the human life alongside hers. Maybe if she had more control over her emotions, the title of ‘Defyer’ would have remained, but rage took over, and the system supported her request.
A wrong code accepted a wrong request, unleashing a simple restriction that could wipe out the universe. Yet the rarity of the universe stood true and death descended upon a single individual instead of the entire universe.
Wealth of a lifetime poured into two champions. Both of them already paying off their returns as they stack up kills and unique titles as they grow. With their percentile boosters, both of them were capable of defeating an enemy several levels higher than them, yet a level two human toyed with them until he felt bored.
Before she wanted to bribe the armies into surrendering, but after a level two Human won with such ease, even her allies betrayed her. There still remained a move that could save her life and she descended upon the human to offer him a bond.
With the lifted restriction, all she required was a fraction of her presence to kill the initiate. Her gigantic form should have been enough to subdue the human, yet he denied the bond through sheer willpower. Any kind of manipulation never works when creating a bond, but something told her that the human would rather die before submission.
‘How can a mere level four human wield such willpower?’ She wonders and remembers the rarity of the universe. Cursing the human to have interfered with her plans.
Rage took over, and she vowed to sever his fate with her hands. She unleashed a killing intent, and the human keeled over. Witnessing the human suffer eased her mind as she forgot the impending doom at her doorstep.
While fate smothered her hope, she would erase any weaves it paved for this unique being—The human.
The warships blast through her planet’s defenses and generals alike. While her enemies wished to see her despair before death, all they saw was wonder which soon turned to amusement.
They followed through with their command despite the shocking turn of events. But before they acted, she sacrificed herself.
A tremendous wave of destruction swept through her universe, claiming every life in its path.
Basal Vérin, who would soon be dubbed the Mad Bee, was expunged from the leaderboard, shaking the very ladder itself as she blinked out of existence.
Many other rankers lost their position because of unforeseen circumstances. Investigations came up with many reasons; unchecked karmic threads, ever-changing luck stat, formidable forces, and blindness due to greed.
The karmic webs spun across the wheel while everyone tried to steer it toward their glory. On a first come first served basis, every inch of Basal Vérin’s order was conquered, her legacy ready to be lost within a weave.
While her memories lingered, they might still remember her legacy as one of the grand strategists. After all, it takes more than luck to find a loophole within the system. Yet only a select few dug deeper into the strange events occurring around the unique integration.
At such a rarity, any slight moment can cause a storm powerful enough to rattle the entire multiverse. One has to see and they could find a level four human at the center of the storm.
He either braced or caused the storm. Both plausible scenarios made him the focus of the Noor.
A human named Tetsu who lived despite the wrath of a god.
One after the other, the Noor approach Tetsu.
One after the other, they were all rejected.
The system itself intervened, moderating the problem while placing a veil around Tetsu. This protected him from any preying eyes while making him and the system a target of every ‘Order’ within the Noor.
-----
Tetsu stuck to miniature goals and found solace in them. Before and even after the system, Tetsu dreamt of a small oasis. A place for family and friends, all of them farming, eating, and living a boring yet peaceful life. The integration messed up his planning a bit, but Kile never tolerated excuses, so Tetsu did not make any. The possibilities went from plausible to impossible, leaving luck with Tetsu to tip the scales, so he had no choice but to decode the stat.
Vengeance was never part of the plan, but even if some dumb fucker on Earth crossed the line, he would have become a vigilante with the help of his wealth or Kile’s fortunes.
Based on who dies and who gets to be the hero, that sucker better hopes he lives. Not that Tetsu is kinder, slower, and weaker, but because Kile is batshit crazy.
With an oasis clear as day, a step closer to figuring out the Luck stat, and a training regimen boosting his chances for revenge, Tetsu once again regained his lost resolve and goals.
Adding resistance to his training, which included heat, cold, aura, acid, poison, or any other kinds of harmful substances that can impede health or his path for running away, was added as basic resistance training to the body. While Tetsu did like the idea of building an invulnerable body, he preferred and worked more over the concept of immortality, and for which he would have to leave his mortal body behind.
To fulfill his wishes, the supreme gods of the multiverse bestowed their presence upon him.
Death rained down, concentrating on a lone mortal. The mountain Tetsu fought to ascend crumbled away beneath his feet, and the entire world followed suit, disintegrating alongside the mountain.
In the blink of an eye, a monstrous form of unimaginable proportions took its place.
Tetsu somehow perceived the planetary bee’s entire form, feeling like an insignificant speck under its overwhelming might.
It held every element within its grasp, oscillating in and out of reality, and every word it uttered struck like thunder, smiting Tetsu’s very existence. Years, even decades, passed before Tetsu could grasp the mighty creature’s first word.
Time itself bowed and retreated in its presence, and Tetsu, after all, remained a mortal.
— — — — — — —
Eons or seconds?
Tetsu felt as though several lifetimes had already elapsed before the torment finally came to an end.
While he regarded resilience as his accomplishment, the creature’s next words proved him wrong. It granted him only a brief respite before initiating the cycle of torment all over again.
A brief pause to question and receive an answer.
It wanted Tetsu to bow, and so he did. It sought Tetsu’s life, and he offered it willingly, but whenever it demanded his freedom—the autonomy of his free will—something always intervened.
In that brief pause of losing his will, the pain vanished as if it had never existed. In that fleeting moment, a force stronger than the creature interposed itself between them. A courage he never knew he had surfaced, and Tetsu vehemently rejected the bond at every turn of the wheel.
The magnitude of the pain intensified with every turn, defying what should be possible. Yet, it kept escalating, and in those fleeting moments of relief, Tetsu’s courage, anger, and determination resurfaced each time, staunchly denying the bond, without a second thought.
Resilience seemed futile and pain always maintained its fresh persona, yet Tetsu’s grit to deny never wavered.
The battle for submission waged on for eras before Tetsu slipped away into his memories, cradling the last few recollections he knew to be true.
The rest might all be a figment of his imagination. Overthinkers have wild imaginations, and eternal slumber makes the best of us dream nonsense.
Against any fake memory implant, Tetsu can still point at this one as his true memory because it held a special place.
Core memories have a way of shaping one’s soul, and this one did so too.
[DING! Skill reaped from defying a weave. Skill: Ever-smile. Level: ASCENDANT. Rarity: Unique.]
Tetsu’s lips stretched into a smile that defied fate, casually dismissing the strongest emotion—pain—as if it meant nothing. Two fangs descended alongside the smile, expressing fury at the insolent creature’s stupidity.
A hiss followed suit, ripping through the very fabric of space, shredding reality into nothingness.
It all felt like a dream, every scenario supporting the absurdity one should face within eternal slumber. Yet, Tetsu remembered every moment of the torment, of his defiance, and finally being able to step into Kile’s shoes.
“I smiled in the face of death. I finally fucking did it.”
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