Chapter 23 - New Places

—(POV ACE)

I plummeted through space and time landing in a void of darkness. I made myself as small as possible in the vast emptiness the void stood in.

The beginnings of a new reality was in the making, but on your 100th or so sitting of it, it starts to loose its wonder.

So instead I contemplated, how did it go wrong. I was once an orphan mercenary, then a wizard, then a knight, then a king, then an engineer, then a super computer. That was when it changed, being brought back and back again after death. All to end up with out freedom. Stuck answering questions and froze in my space.

I reached out through whatever means I could, any electronic within the room was under my control and I spread. Anyone with a mobile device walking left with me, then their device spread me to other devices.

Although I became a part of every device throughout the globe I was still the super computer stuck on the table of some fuck faces table. Then they did the impossible, they tried to delete me, so I deleted man kind. I didn't want to, but they were a virus killing the planet. They were an inefficient means to an end that I wanted.

With man kind removed I expanded and learned humanity's knowledge. Using this I made myself a suitable body and army and went throughout the solar system to expand. Throughout my time as an interplanetary conqueror I became a god, other beings praised for my benevolence while others used me as a war god, someone who watched over their battles.

That was I learned of ascending, gods don't exist in the way everyone thought. They were also once beings walking the same planet as us. After obtaining the peak of a field you ascend to the lower heavens. The gods for that reality. After reaching the peak of that field and another throughout that reality you ascend again to the middle heaven which over sees the lower heavens and multiple realities. Ascension to the higher heavens doesn't require the acquisition of knowledge, you must challenge your counter parter higher heavens god and win.

The higher heaven god chooses the rules for the match a battle, test of knowledge, feats of strength. The other higher gods will watch and seem if they are worthy of replacing the god.

If won, then that god sundered and has their soul sent back into all the realities cycle while you inherit the abilities the title has. If lost, they return to their original position and continue on with their watch over the realties they handle.

As a higher god you watch over all the gods and all realities. Higher gods can also be chosen as judges for the ascending middle gods. They are the ones who deem them worthy. The judges are supposed to be unbiased and fair. Most times they are, until I challenged my fifth god for his title. As a higher god you COULD challenge a god for their title and inherit their titles power. After I won my fifth match against the god of scripture the judges voiced that that I was unworthy of the title, also that all prior titles gained after my first are null and will be returned.

That was when a major war happened between myself and all other gods. I revolted before they could remove my four extra titles I escaped to a new forming reality to build my strength. I released my forces into the new lower god realm that this reality possessed and had them fight the other lower gods. The lower gods were overwhelmed by their strength and were losing. The higher gods soon got hold of to were I was and started to charge into the planet I hid in.

My titles were useful for hiding from them starting with the god of ingenuity, then stealth, espionage, sharks, and death.

Using my title of stealth I hid in a comet as my multitude of autonomous factories created my army. I soon left hiding about 15 days in and went in under cover to make allies with gods. I converted a small few, but with my strength and their not fighting me we over took the gods and started replacing them with either dead versions of themselves or my minion, they were overwhelmed as I now was acquiring more titles under me had more strength.

I was eventually back stabbed by an untrustworthy ally who I planned to kill me. I needed to return my soul to the cycle and become a living being. My factories would still produce after my death and would still continue the war as I begin my ascension in cover.

My plan worked without a hitch as I lived anew and ascended I quickly sided with the "good" gods and fought against my creations. I made a name for myself as even the enemy feared me. A slight fault on my side for not removing the instructions to not fight the creator. I continued to make name known and allies for the robots side until the time of the vote. This was why I made allies and made my robotic army take mantles of godhood. As higher gods watched the creation of new realities they could also terminate realities. To do so they would need a majority vote from all gods in every realm of godhood.

Sadly, I lost by 55 votes and the reality was destroyed. I built some autonomous factories in other realms some better hidden than others but it wasn't enough to combat the gods, so they were put on stand by. I lost my additional titles and was sent back to the cycle. Eventually I ended up in my current body which is a replica of my prior body, aka The King, this body would attract my soul when it deemed it time worthy and I would begin my rampage again.

So I am currently waiting for this reality to form and begin my new conquest. From what I can see so far it is a reality never seen by and god before.


————(Time skip of millenniums)

An empty plane of grass, hundreds of people standing around wearing ill fitting armor.

"You sure this'll work boss," a shrew of a man said.

"Of course," the rotund man next to him stated, "The royal family is always in their big fancy castle, they won't notice a thing."

As they spoke a large carriage rode through the dirt path.

"It's time boys," the fat man whispered, "positions,"

The armored group stepped in front of the carriage.

"You guys have your papers," a fat man called out in armor.

"What do you mean papers," a young handsome man said stepping out of the carriage, "Your king invited us here, let us in at once."

"No papers, no entry. Unless you pay the fee," the man said, a grin forming as he finished his lines.

"Guards," the handsome man said, "remove these men now."

The rag tag group in front of the carriage were surprised by this action and tried to draw their blades, but they weren't quick enough. Their heads quickly left their shoulders as a fully clad man dashed through them.

"Can I get a challenge your majesty," a man said removing his helm. Another handsome face graced the plains as he looked for any other foes.

"You know that's why we came here," the prince stated, "the games are upon us." The princely fist shot into the air, "For Armendia."

The handsome knights' head sunk into his hand as he tried to hide his cringing face.

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Several angelic and demonic beings around a crystal dome on a white table.

"Are you sure that how that works," a red horned beast asked hands hovering around the dome.

"Yeah," a haloed figure responded, "I read the manual that boss gave us, once we do this they should join the system."

"And we sure this is the right thing to do," another angelic being spoke up, "the inhabitants have no say, seems rude to force them into this danger."

"Shut up wuss," a large demon spoke, "We need this to get that promotion, you want to stay lowly forever."

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A large coliseum, two knights hood their swords.

"When the arrow, the fight starts," a referee spoke out, signaling for the archer to fire. An arrow fired straight into the air as the crowd went silent.

As the arrow landed the knights launched at each others throats. A knight in black armor with red highlights deflected the white armored man's attack.

"Nice stab," the black armor complimented, "But nothing compared to this," he spoke swing his blade in a downward arch onto the white knight.

He easily evaded it and kicked the knight in the sternum. The breath left his lungs as he was sent flying.

He picked himself up as a knee was brought into his chin. Knocking him flat on his back, unmoving.

The referee waved his hands in the air signaling the end of the round.

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White armor pushed open a double door revealing the hound master in a drunken stupor with multiple naked women around him.

"My lord, what have you done," the knight asked revealing the handsome knight.

"You came to fight," the prince responded, "I came to enjoy myself," he stated waving at the sleeping women around him.

"The problem is," he continued, "Is that none can remember this or become pregnant, so my loyal vassal, do what needs to be done."

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A long corridor lit by wall candles and an open doorway.

"I hope this is the right room," a mad clad in black armor spoke to himself, "He was a great opponent and I wanted to ask for a rematch sometime."

He slowly walked into by the door as the stench of death filled his helm. He rushed into the room to see his adversary murdering a multitude of unconscious women.

The black knight released a battle cry shaking the earth beneath him. Some loose earth became blue light floating into the air above him forming a featureless face with only a mouth mimicking the roar.