(A/N: For those of you who've skipped CH 0, here are the MC's wishes! This wasn't included in the word count, by the way.)
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1) MC asks for his soul to be turned into pieces so he can experience living in all the Multiverses he likes, and there isn't a limit to his souls. The soul pieces can also fuse together, they're not separated permanently.
2) All soul pieces can make a few wishes. But not anything big. Just asking for what power they want to start with, their physical appearance, these things.
3) Every soul piece is a singularity, and no being other than the Crow (R.O.B) can make another one of MC, except MC himself.
4) Each soul piece to be a living paradox. Meaning that basically the past, present and future MC are all disconnected. Hurting or even killing a past MC won't affect the present MC at all, being would it affect the future MC.
5) For all records and memories of MC's existence in his previous life to be completely erased. For no one to remember him. Not his parents, siblings, relatives, friends and anybody else. So that they won't miss him, and so that he wouldn't feel guilty for leaving them.
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But then Crow, who gets an even better idea. Which is to turn MC into an actual Multiverse! A Parasitic Multiverse which feeds off of other Multiverses to grow more powerful by sending soul pieces to them to parasitize off of them.
And that's the wish part of CH 0, the important part that's actually related to the stories. Now have a fun read!)
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(A/N: These little texts are called incorrects, and you'll see them in every chapter! You know, for some lighthearted comedy.)
Alistair :"I like my humor like I like my slaves, dark."
Natasha :"...You're really messed up sometimes."
Alistair :"Don't you mean most times?"
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(Alistair's (MC) POV)
I died. How original, am I right?!
We're already stepping into the cliches! But that's not a problem though, because I'm planning to break all, if not, most of the cliches. You know, things like fantasy main protagonists always having a harem, or barely touching any women, or living a "slow life", etc. The things that ruin the story, those things.
Ahem ahem, but anyway, got off topic there. Anyway, I died, met an Omnipotent Being, and made a few wishes. And I can swear this soul piece of mine made a wish of becoming a dragon. So where the hell am I?
Please don't tell me something went wrong. Like, I'm not trying to jinx it, but being in a place where I literally can't see anything is starting to make me nervous. Is this one of those scenes where I'm not born yet?
Ohh, wait, am I in an egg right now?! Ooh, that makes sense, actually! Explains why the walls here feel so weird. Uugghh... it feels slimy, but a weird kind of slimy. Anyway, I just don't wanna be here anymore!
I tried to move, but that felt weird too. As if this isn't the body I've lived in for nearly 20 years. And that's true, it isn't. This is the body of a newborn dragon, which explains why I feel so weak. Not being used to your own body sucks, geez.
But I persisted. As I touched the wall, I gathered all of my measly strength and pushed to break the wall. And when I did, I was met with a view that would forever be stuck in my head.
"...Gauw? (...Mommy?)"
- (Meanwhile: Continent of Humanheim, country of Edostin, a Low-Class Monster Forest)
In a lush and beautiful forest, a figure walked through it. Ignoring the harmless animals that were doing their own harmless business. But feeling the sudden appearance of the figure, they immediately took a run for it in fear of getting harmed. As the light shone, the figure could be seen clearly.
The figure was a woman, but not just any normal girl, she was simply gorgeous. Her figure was something that would leave any woman either jealous or flustered.
(A/N: Alright, *stretching* let's get to glazing. And in case you get confused as to why she's getting complimented so much, it's to make you understand why he won't need a damn harem at all!)
(Natasha (FML) images:)
Long legs, firm THICK thighs, a firm big bubble butt, a tight waist, and coupled with big breasts and a pretty neck. Words couldn't describe her beauty. She had a beautiful nose, gorgeous green eyes, long black eyelashes, and slender and pretty red eyebrows. She was simply gorgeous.
Her hair, crimson red, was just long enough to reach her shoulders, and it was parted in half from slightly to the side. She was also tall. About 6 feet (183 cm) tall. Tall and beautiful, perfect mommy material. And judging from appearance, she looked like a 20 something beauty.
Her clothes seemed to be suitable for combat instead of everyday life. She wore a black one piece custom decorated with armor here and there, along with high heels and a cape that reached the back of her knees. There was also a dagger on both hips.
She didn't look like the cute type, but the confident type. However, she didn't look like a haughty and arrogant person, and neither did she look like a cold and aloof person. She looked like a calm and confident person.
She walked with pride, but not arrogance, just self-confidence that added even more attractiveness to her. If her confidence wasn't what took all the spotlight, the nonchalance could also be seen.
As she walked, her ears perked up at the sounds of movement in a bush several meters in front of her. However, she didn't seem to care. Continuing forward, getting closer and closer to the bush, she still didn't look like she could give a damn.
And when she was close enough, the one who was hiding finally decided to take action. As it attacked, it jumped towards the redhead, seeming to go for a fast kill, and she finally saw the enemy. It was a gray wolf the size of a normal wolf. However, unlike an ordinary one, it had a blade-like white horn on its forehead. One the size of a dagger.
Nonchalantly, the redhead's hand moved to the blade on her hip. And suddenly, she disappeared from place before reappearing a meter or two behind the wolf, her dagger unsheathed and covered with blood.
The gray wolf on the other hand, just as it roared in the air, suddenly twitched before falling to the ground. Upon making contact with the ground, its head rolled a bit away, blood flowing from both the body and the severed head. It had been cut clean off of its body without any resistance.
'How many Horned Wolves have I killed until now?' She sighed to herself :'They just keep showing up. I get that this is a Monster Forest, but what happened to animal instincts and recognizing the strong?'
Gathering her Mana, she guided it from her hand onto the dagger, before the blade of the sharp dagger lit on fire. But she didn't seem bothered. It seemed like something she had done numerous times before.
The blade of the dagger burned for a moment before returning to normal. The blood had burnt away and had completely disappeared, but nothing had happened to the dagger itself. Proving its quality.
She sheathed her dagger once again and looked at the dead wolf :'By the way, why do all of these guys come one by one? Wolf-type monsters almost always move in packs and Horned Wolves aren't exceptions.
Yet all the ones I've seen till now in this forest were alone. Hmm, weird. But... there is this weird magical aura in the air. And... it feels familiar. Does it have anything to do with THAT? Maybe they were scared away by it?
Hmm... oh, well, forget it for now, I guess. Should I put it inside my Storage Box (Space-Time Magic)? Hmm... ehh, might as well. But I should let its blood dry first. Hm? What's that?'
While looking at the beheaded wolf, she caught sight of something. Some distance away, she saw an egg. But not an ordinary egg. Just its color, being black and purple, already made it weird.
Its huge size was another topic in itself. At closer look, it looked like it could reach her shin if she stood next to it. And what was more interesting, was that it definitely just moved.
'An... egg? A monster egg, maybe?' She thought to herself, growing curious :'Might as well take a look while the blood dries up.' With her mind made up, she walked towards the egg. Leaving the wolf behind for its blood to dry a bit.
'Why is an egg here of all places? I don't see or sense any nests around.' Reaching it, she raised a curious eyebrow :'Its color is weird too. Wait, I think it's about to-'
Her thoughts were interrupted by a crack that appeared on the egg, causing her to watch in more interest. She squatted and watched with slight curiosity as more and more cracks appeared on the egg. 'Ohhh, I've never seen an egg hatch myself.'
Slowly, a scaly black hand with small claws came out of the egg before it tried to break even more of the egg. Watching the effort it put in, the redhead smiled before she decided to help the little guy.
As she gently broke the egg and took away pieces of it, she saw more and more of what was inside. Which had caused her eyes to widen more and more.
In the end, when the upper part of the egg was completely broken, the redhead's eyes were filled with shock as she looked at the little guy who was squinting his eyes, trying to get used to the sudden brightness :"A... dragon?!"
(Images:)
That's right, the little guy, Ali/Alistair, who had just hatched out of his egg, had wished to be reincarnated as a dragon of all things. Be it games or shows, he had always loved them after all.
The redhead watched in interest and amazement as Ali rubbed its eyes with the back of his hand, careful not to scratch his eyes with his claws.
- (Alistair's POV)
O.M.G... Holy shit... I-is this another R.O.B? Is this a g-goddess? Don't tell me the stuff with Crow was all a dream and this is the real goddess I'm meeting...
To say that who I was seeing was the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen would not be an understatement. Because GODDAMN she's fine! She gon make me act unwise! No no, calm down, Al. First impressions are important.
...What first impression?! I'm a fucking newborn! A newborn dragon at that! And there's only one acceptable first impression! I don't know how adorable the baby version of a dragon, a mean green killing machine of every fantasy is, but I gotta pray I don't fumble this 100/10 baddie!
We simply stared at each other, both in awe. Yeah, I bet seeing a baby dragon being born must be shocking. But believe me, sweetheart, I'm sure I'm a lot more shocked. As I tilted my head adorably, I just noticed how my tail had been wagging excitedly for a while now. Damn, suddenly having an extra appendage feels weird. Oh, make that tree extra appendages, because I'm just registering my wings.
"Gauw? (Hello?)" Gauw? That's my language? I guess communication isn't going to be my best skill for a while. Tsk, so much for being a social butterfly. Hey, at least it worked in raising my adorable factor!
Because hearing my –not to brag– adorable cry, she smiled fondly :"Aww, well, aren't you adorable? Are you greeting me?" Hell yeah. I guess I am an adorable little killing machine. Wait, now that I think about it, why doesn't she look worried at all?
Hello, you just found a baby dragon! Aren't you worried about my parents being around or whatnot? You won't catch me dead trying to play with a baby tiger that I found in the middle of a forest, much less a dragon.
W-wait, where are my parents? D-did this woman steal me?! No way, right...? She doesn't look like she just struck gold, so I hope that's not the case. Alright, it's proved, she's a certified badass. Definitely a big shot.
Because I'm pretty sure even people in a fantasy world would run for their dear lives if they saw a baby dragon. Where there's a child, the mother is probably around too. And call me crazy, because I feel something... dangerous (?) from her...
It's like looking at a tiger in a zoo. Despite it being locked up, the intimidation is still there. And this girl... she's definitely like a tiger. I can feel it in my bones, in my very instincts. Something inside of me is warning me. Instincts of an animal, huh?
Anyway, putting aside all of my random ass thoughts, I noticed her reaching out to me with a finger. Trying to poke me, maybe? Curious, I reached out too to grab her finger. And consider me surprised when I found my hand to be big enough to barely circle around her index finger. But hey, at least the gesture looked cute to her, I guess.
"Aww, you're adorable!" She chuckled in amusement, gently swinging her finger to move my hand around. And boy, did my heart skip a beat. The genuine smile and laughter of such a beauty is NOT good for the undeveloped heart of a newborn.
I gotta find a mirror to see myself though. Because she looks like she's enjoying this a lot.
(A/N: Guys, because this book is being polished and some mistakes and plot points are being fixed, I'll put a note at the start of every chapter to indicate if that chapter has been rewritten or not so you won't get confused. Just a "This chapter has been rewritten.")