An abnormally cold gust of wind whipped across the drab and dreary landscape.
The howling of the breeze seemed to contain a countless amount of souls that died with boundless grievances.
Amidst the desolate topography: there was a sole structure that was situated deep within the desert. The building was naught but a decrepit wooden shack that was no larger than a few tens of square feet.
In the interior of the shack sat a young male. His long and wavy jet black hair that gradually faded into a deep purple seemed to mesmerize you that was coupled with an unblemished milky white skin seemed to give him a refined look.
With a gentle tremble those long eyelashes slowly parted. What was revealed when they opened was an iris which was made up of a loose swirl of azure and black.
A straight nose of perfect proportions led downwards to his pale pink lips and the prominent diamond style jawline.
This young man was no longer bound by trivial words like 'Handsome' or 'Good-looking' because he was in a world of his own, unmatched by anyone!
The male slowly rose from his chair and walked towards this already opened door. Stepping out onto the dilapidated porch; the young man heaved a sigh and gazed out onto the barren panorama with eyes filled with melancholy and longing.
"How I wished I had listened back then. If I had done so then Elysium wouldn't be so desolate and lonely...now that my sentence has been concluded I wonder what comes next." the young man muttered.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a strange glint before he thought, 'Since the conscious of the creator has expired; I might as well try to descend to my lower world. I might be able to guide the survivors to godhood.'
'It's a pity that all of the lower worlds were extinguished when their respective gods were killed. All of those lives lost due to us being arrogant and complacent. How utterly moronic of us to not take the repeated warnings seriously..'
After his thoughts came to an end the young man turned to the bleak and monotone colored sky and quietly murmured, "I, Alistair Grimm, shall nurture and care for my lower world. I will be their heaven and I shall usher in a new era of deities!"
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The formerly empty sky was now covered in a coating dark grey clouds and was only illuminated by the persistent lightning. Steadily grow more and more violent; the lightning began to weave itself together and formed a net that draped over the entire land.
A countless amount of pillars that were made of searing black flames rose from the earth and pierced the sinister clouds whilst the ground started the shatter like glass.
At the epicenter of all of these phenomena was the young man from the shack.
Then, the situation changed.
A silently flash erupted from the edges of the world and rapidly flooding inwards. Blinded by the piercing brightness; the young man squinted his eyes for a bit before he fell into an eternal darkness and was rendered unconscious.
Losing all of his senses; he drifted throughout the rivers of time without his knowledge.
1 day...
1 month...
1 decade...
1 millennia...
Eventually, many eons have flown by while Alistair was taking his catnap, and while he was still unconscious; the perpetual darkness came to an end and what followed was a violent ejection from the space he formerly resided in.
The still asleep Alistair was completely oblivious to his rapid descent towards the paved ground.
With a thunderous crack; Alistair crashed into the reinforced road. Jolted awake, Alistair immediately went on guard despite feeling extremely groggy and feeble.
The rhythmic booming of some strange craft in the air drowned out most of the shouting that came from the surrounding aggressors.
Hearing the jumbled syllables which occasionally made their way towards him; Alistair became crystal clear on the fact that the only situation he had no accounted for came true.
He wasn't in Kansa *ahem*. He wasn't in Elysium or the lower world anymore.
This was a big fuck up on his part because if there is no god to rule over a world then the energy that resides in it will gradually deplete until the world is unable to use it.
The reason that he knew he wasn't in his lower world anymore was because that the lower world which Alistair used to reside over was naught but a massive landmass with a few lonely islands strewn about. However, his lower world was very familiar to him due to his very occasional peeking on it throughout his many years of confinement.
Many questions bombarded Alistair as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
What are those metallic masses that are floating in the sky?
What are those strange pieces of machinery that some people in the surroundings are wielding?
What is with that pitifully weak energy signature that is coming off of some of the aggressors?
They dare shout and act insolent towards this ruler? I'll etch your faces into my mind and come back to bang your wives!
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<2 Minutes Prior>
"Captain! The fracture is opening!"
"Alright everyone! Let's get into positions, men! We're going to send these wretched beasts straight to hell!"
"Sir, yes sir!"
Right after they got into formation the fracture-split open and spewed out a gigantic amount of corrupt mana. Suddenly, something was violently forced out of the rift.
What had all of the viewers at home, the military and the conquerors confused was...
"Is that a human?! How was a human in the rift?!"
"Ahh~! He is so dreamy!"
"Ailitah! how could you say that?! I'm your boyfriend yet you're flaunting over another guy?!"
"Shut it Mark. You and your pock-marked face would never understand a woman's heart."
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"..."
"*hic* A-a-ailitah?! W-why wo-would you say that?! *hic*"
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'Let me first comprehend their language before I do anything brash, after all, If I accidentally start a war with the planet over a minor mistake then that would be a bit depressing..' Alistair quickly prioritized his needs and immediately acted on it.
'Perfect Mind'
Perfect Mind was a technique that Alistair created to allow him to learn anything almost immediately. Perfect Mind is a set that has Perfect Body and Perfect Soul as the follow-ups.
"...who...you..."
"get...on...ground"
"I said who are you?!"
"Why are you in the fracture?! Are you an Otherworld Fiend?!"
Right as Alistair comprehended their language he was bombarded with a plethora of questions regarding his identity and why he came from that rift.
'I need to find a way out of this mess. I can sense that these people wouldn't be a match for me at all even if I don't attack back, so let's settle this peacefully.'
'Reality Lock', 'Omnipresent'
"Answer us, you moooooooooooooor-" one of the soldiers bellowed out half of a sentence before a snapping sensation occurred; at least for Alistair, it did. Whenever time stops there will always be a certain backlash for those who bend the rules and are still active.
Alistair froze all of reality and then immediately shifted his location via 'Omnipresent'. This repetition of techniques allowed him to get off scot-free with anything he wants, including peeping on the goddess of beauty. hehe.
Shaking off the headache he got from the time-stop backlash; Alistair walked out from the spatial vortex.
Looking at the strangely dressed people that were motionless, he decided to walk up to a male who was trapping a blushing girl up next to a walk and strip him of his clothes.
After stripping the young man down to his tight and white undergarments; Alistair stripped down quickly and pulled his black, ripped jeans, his white t-shirt, designer jacket, and a pair of freshly bought new sneakers.
Sprinting away from the scene at breakneck speeds, he left the poor guy in the nude.
After withdrawing those imposing and mighty thrones which were floating right behind him; time suddenly began to flow again.
The surroundings became noisy and the walkways became cluttered. At this moment, a loud and shrill screech came from down the hall. It was then that Alistair heard the surrounding people gossiping about it.
"Ayyy, that young man was cornering a young last while almost nude. He was lucky she just gave him a kick and nothing more..." one passerby muttered under his breath.
After hearing that Alistair felt his little nuggets retreat into his body...