In a faraway reality, on a planet similar to Earth except for the fact that it was like Middle Ages and there existed a strange energy here called mana. From the dead body of a beautiful brown-haired woman came the new form of Zamd. It looked strange, seeing the sight of a newborn child who was perfectly healthy yet not crying in the middle of a burning village. Apparently the village had been burnt down by raiders when the village head decided to delay paying tax towards the Kingdom of Oriana for protection. This new child looked slightly chubby with jet black eyes that wanted to suck in its observers. After realising that Zamd had a new form, he soon head a voice in his head.
"Hello, hello-hello?! You there? Seems like you are. Don't be too alarmed. My creator made me to support you. I'm a support system.Nice to meet you, my official name is Intelligent Lifeform Preservation System Unit No. 7365284 but you can just call me Intel if you'd like since even my creator finds it a waste of his own time to name all of us. My main purpose is to support your joirney across worlds. I've already opened up the Mall function along with the Bartering option and Status function as well as several others which I'm sure you'll find useful. I would first advise you to get used to my voice or if you wish to change it, go to the Character options of the Helper section within your Status function and change my voice however you wish."
Looking at this chatty thing with its voice reverberating in his head made him dizzy. So, he opened up his Status menu.
[Status]
Name: Glenn von Williamson
Name of Power: Zamd
Title(s): Only Survivor(Increases Hidden Stat 'Luck' by 2 grades), Reincarnator(Increase all stats by a grade), Hope of the Dead(Increase intimacy with Undead-types), Marquiss(second-in-line inferitance)
Current Body Statistics:
Strength: Average(Basic)
Intelligence: Extraordinary(Intermediate)
Speed: Average(Weakened)
Soul:
Soul Body: Unawakened(Linked)
Soul Stability: Normal
Soul Strength: Spectacular(Peak)
Soul Ability: State of Being Manipulation
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Seeing a bright Gear-like button at the top-right side of the Status box and he clicked it. This opened up the Helper section and he quickly found the Character options and checked the voice options. There were several: Friendly Neighbour, Close Partner, Life-Death Brother/Sister, Little Sister, Big Sister, Little Brother, Big Brother and Tempting Succubus.
Knowing his faithfulness, he chose Close Partner at the moment. He also lowered the volume to tolerable standards.
"Well, according to my preset programme, I'm supposed to inform you of your current whereabouts and your current state. You are currently situated luckily in Multiverse A314, a rich one, which is good for development. Your current body is that of a child as I am sure you are aware of. This is due to the fact that you came out of the void as a soul while the only thing preventing you from breaking apart would be the large amount of soul fragments gifted to you by my Creator. This allowed your soul to stabilise and strengthen itself slightly by absorbing portions of soul strength into yourself while repairing parts of your soul while it was ripping itself apart in the Crack Betwixt Worlds. Thank the Almighties that the Creator left you with a large fragment of Gajalluin's soul to protect you throughout that rough journey. Anyway, what's most important for you now is to learn how to absorb energy from your surroundings. In fact, your doing quite well now subconsciously. Afterall, aren't you wondering why you haven't felt hungry or thirsty right now? From the soul ripping incident previously, I'm sure you'll be able to soon draw energy from the lowest bounds of the void. Right now, what's most important is to create a barrier from the energy you've absorbed. Go on try it. It's one of the most basic techniques that you should've been able to learn from the fragments."
Hearing this, Zamd or rather Glenn, tried channelling the large amount of energy within himself, which was the size of a tenth of a pool, into his skin and then tried pushing it out while imagining something like a layer of armor around him. He succeeded?
"Ah, umm...I think you got it wrong and generated Combat Shell by accident instead Energy Barrier. Try imagining something like a bubble around you and put small but inconsequential holes within the frame. There, you got it! As expected of someone the Creator gifted something towards." Intel exclaimed as Zamd managed to form the Energy Barrier on his second try.
"Now, I need to update you with what happened to this form of yours. That mother of yours is the second wife of Marquiss Velvienne von Williamson, she was pregnant and there were assassins after her as she's a wife of the your current father, who is the head of the Crown Prince's faction right now. So, she ran away from the castle under the lead of the magiknights loyal to your father. Magiknights are people trained to the standard of a knight in the art of weaponry while being able to use magic to enhance their attack power. Right now, there are several missions for you to accomplish. One of them being to succeed your father's position as head of the family."
"Wait a moment, I'm detecting some strong energy signals, in fact, they're quite powerful. RUN! Oh wait, you can't. Create an Energy Barrier quickly and imagine rolling down like a very big snowball."
As this happens, space ripples just a few feet away from Glenn as a skeletal hand appears like an actor's hand passing through the curtains (Author: Ainz Ooal Gown, is that you?)
The thing quickly comes out as space parts even further before repairing itself as a humanoid skeletal entity wearing a black robe with red on the edges and a scythe made from what appears to be pure darkness atopped with threee laughing skulls appear. The entity proceeds to introduce itself and question's the motive of Glenn
"Greetings, outsider. I see that your soul is different from any of my world's, my true name is Mortis, where are you from? Are you one of those summoned individuals which a god brought over after the preaching of his subjects? No, there is no trace of the divine realm's energy on you. Did your soul transmigrate here by accidently going through a crack in Tyzor's useless world barrier? No, it isn't that either. There would be traces of spatial distortion if that were true but all of them are located near the outskirts of the world and aren't even anywhere close to these coordinates. Hmm..." was what the God of Death Mortis was transmitting into Glenn's spirit until a rather special voice spoke up.
"Umm, hello there Mister Mortis, I am Intelligent Lifeform Preservation System Unit No.7365284 but I would advise to call me Intel to make things easier. You see, my host here came from the Void via the Crack Betwixt Worlds if you're wondering where he's from."
"Unbelievable, to be one from the Crack Betwixt Worlds and to be fine afterwards, who in the name of the Divine are you? And what's with that strange voice despite there nay being another soul anywhere close to this area?"
" Mr. Mortis, I'm a developed intelligence program similar to your world's golems, just built to be of an incredibly small size with different materials. That's all."
"If it's that, then it really is understandable how you people managed to infiltrate the world. After all, the Crack Betwixt Worlds is a gigant tree and we're just one of the leaves closer to the top"
"Well, Mr. Mortis, you aren't wrong since this is World No.2 of the Universe No.23 within your Multiverse and as one of the World's handlers, you should know what it means to possess this kind of knowledge. However, I can assure you that we have no intentions of ever harming this World's core, besides, it's too primitive despite the massive amounts of energy flowing within. I suppose, due to this energy and the influence of religion, that the inhabitants of this world generally become lazy or the philosophy of Man over God hasn't been talen up and this makes it difficult to improve their level of technology. Such high levels of Worldly energy caused the inhabitants of this World to regress rather than progress, what a shame."