Aldritch leered at the gateway leading to another dimension, he wasn't certain on what might lies behind it - but the system assured him that it will be the core of his strength in the future.
He stepped into the platform and experience a brief apotheosis and veil of illusion that could be described as unleashed.
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[ The Creator has crossed into a ' desolate realm ' ]
[ Attention: The realm has no authority! ]
< Assimilate the realm and become their new god? >
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" Yes, i will. "
Aldritch blood boiled and a storm of passion brewed from the depth of his soul - it was about time to be 'stronger'.
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[ Permission Granted: Generating world. . . ]
< Observation: Creator's brain activities. . . >
< Observation: Meta and LORE data acquired. . . >
< Generating source code . . . >
< 10%..50%...90%...100%! >
[ Salutations, creator - your new realm: 'Great Old Ones' has successfully been created, keep improving yourself to grow the realm and its denizens. ]
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Aldritch motionlessly enraptured by the enchanted feeling of being in another world of it's own -
It was intriguing and magical experience.
As he slowly opened his eyes, he came to a realization that his surrounding was just a wet wasteland world of vast angles and abnormal non-euclid with muddy floor,
Terrains of distortioned proportions that lacked of any sort of life.
- It was seeping with water,
It appeared almost as though it had previously rained from the darkened skies.
Aldritch recognized this place to be similar murky atmosphere to the industrialization London - Despite that it subsisted a myriads of dimensional differences from it.
Nevertheless...this place is a an ideal place to raise Eldritch creatures that he will rely on from now on.
The system has really given a lot of thoughts into it,
Aldritch mumbled to himself not certain on to be impressed or natural about it.
He inspected the catalyst he had been lended to - it has an unnatural occult stave lines that connected in a circle,
It's an ancient european symbol, although he couldn't tell what it holds.
It definitely contained a mighty and fearsome power.
He attempted to ask the system for an advice on what it could be - he would only get ignored in return.
" Right, let's get started. . . if i recall correctly, to summon a creature - i will have to imbued the catalyst with mana and use a chant to call upon the creature- "
[ You are an imbecile. ]
the system boomed out without any hidden sarcasm nor a threat - Aldritch could tell it was a legitimate insult to his intellect.
" What did i commit an error - 'Master' system? "
Aldritch held forth a sarcastic reply that just drain him of any continued thought-process, before he could finished the dispute with the system.
[ Pay attention to the skill tab - repeating myself in front of an idiot is a waste of my UI space. ]
"My skills...? "
Aldritch rambled in bewilderment, but then he recalled the skill he receive from the last mission...
[ Precisely, i will display the capabilities of 'Malign Creation' - Please observe carefully. ]
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[ Malign Creation ]: < Unknown Grade
[ Requirement: A catalyst. ]
[The user is required to focused all their senses into this action for an extensive amount of time.]
[ Stamina will be consumed depending on the length or the intensity of the creature summoned. ]
[ Extensive choices: Stat, LORE, Special Stat and A Purpose ]
[ Description: The will of 'the one who defied all odds', you're given a purpose and so too will the others - whether it's corrupt or righteous, you will create 'beings' that worship your existence, ]
[ By peace or might, it matters not to an infalliable being, they are unable to comprehend it nor will you, ]
[ Stronger, Aldritch. Stronger as you willed it. ]
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" . . . "
Aldritch felt chills and demurred for the first time in his existence - it felt familiar yet he could not wish to continue ponder into it...-
As it desired to devour him whole,
That's how he felt about the 'will' that desired his stronger self.
[ Creator, herewith this skill you are blessed to select a specific parameters and catagory of summoned beings that met those selfish impromptu. ]
[ The cause of my obscenity on your dimwitted self is: The method you're about to use is inferior to this skill alone - unpredictable and primitive, that will be all for my report as a backseating system. ]
" Hah, at least you've admitted to your own flaws - a system can't always be perfect huh? "
Aldritch jabbed at the system, despite it being a pointless venture and a comedic gesture that none would appeciate,
Aldritch has already befriended the strange phenomenon and regarding it as his close aide even if it wasn't a summon.
" From what i've gathered - if i were to play a gacha. This skill alone would be rolling from a banner right? And the federation's...or rather the future humanity's method are ignorant? "
[ Correct, now i believe that it's about time to give out a mission. ]
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[ Mission: 'The Second On The Twelve hour' ]
[ Completion: Summon a creature to serve you. ]
[ Rewards: <'First tier of Mystical Path'> , <'Presence: Red Grade' >, +2 non-special stat of your choosing. ]
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" Oh, that's a lot of rewards - the system felt flattered by my affectionate words all of the sudden? "
Aldritch exclaimed, but the system did not retort to his accusations, oddly enough undeterred by his remarks.
Aldritch couldn't predict the system as well, as he thought.
" No matter, i guess. Okay how do i use the skill, "
" Do i simply set the keyword like the other fictional stories? "
[ Just speak the mantra 'My creation, assimilate' and the summoning ritual will begin. ]
" All right, this doesn't sound too bad. "
Aldritch took a deep breath and thought about his preference on the new creature he is going to summon.
This creature have to provide something essential for the army - it will be one that he will have to share a long history and tread a path of resistance the whole way.
With that first line of thought, he added the aspect he wanted to carve.
[Stat: Willpower]
With that first instance of willful desire, as if summoning the cicerone of the stars.
A bright aurora shined upon the catalyst and opening up a realm of possibilities and breath of the cosmos that travel across the horizon.
Aldritch having no conjucture to waste on the view of a lifetime - he continued the process of the ritual with unflinching desires.
[Special Stat: Army Power]
Scattering stardust of unknown properties began forming in the dimension of desolate wasteland,
It was full of glitter and powerful energies formed around the pillar of aurora light.
'My creation shall be the icon of a tyrannical army!'
Aldritch unknowingly yelled in his mind, but felt sastifaction as if an entity has answered his call and waiting for his presence in the pillar of light.
[ Observing: LORE... ]
< GIVE PURPOSE TO THE NEW CREATION. >
Aldritch upon recieving the declaration by the system, ordered with every ounce of his blood vessels and tethers of sanity - possessed by an influence from somewhere far-away.
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[ 'The fear he wore to afright the mortal-kind,
While leading the horrors of unsettling he lies.
Destructive seemed he than any known to man.
For a crueler enemy never he found ' ]
Aldritch subconciously uttered these words - it was outwardly gibberish and not recognizable as a language in any worlds he had lived.
He couldn't understand it, nothing is making sense for him.
"MY CREATION"
"ASSIMILATE!"
His scattered thoughts and conciousness failed him as he was enveloped by the new precedent that was the towering aurora.
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*Gasp*
Sounds of jagged feminine voice and hurried steps, a middle age woman wearing leather clothes adorned with fur continued scurrying away from the site -
Her expression was hardened and ambivalent of rage and sadness.
Side by side to her - there is a man adorned with a helmet of the warriors,
A firm noseguard that hide his facial features.
He was peering back upon the tragedy that struck his home and set ablaze the village that he had lived - he hissed only vigorious expression and clenched his palms.
Shortly after, he found himself to have a visionary view on the back of an unintelligible yet frightful being.
" Mighty Aesir! "
The fierce warrior trembled and kneeled before the blasphemious being that he could only refer as a 'god'.