A soft cadence wakes me up—that was a soothing piano symphony. While I was still constructed around Vialto's fluffy arm, who's in a semi-curled position, laying from the left side.
I tried escaping Vialto's stationary body, before I saw plushies of Cronix and Vialto on the desk in front of me—with the Cronix plush holding an elegant-pinkish letter.
Ah… It must be another of those days, now it's reminding me of how my heart became upset.
No legs, no arms, and a body I'm not used to using—how tragic to be in shambles without being able to use them for something I desperately want to do! Ahem.
Then the letter begins to open by itself, as if it was responding to my less worrisome thoughts. Folding out for me to see clearly, looking a bit down upon me, reading:
Sometimes, I'd be thinking to my ownself about your own reality and fantasy in this alternative-endless dimension. And I wonder to myself if I should spend time with you for a bit today or tomorrow.
So take your timely-seconds slowly, as the ticking-seconds aren't precious to anyone here anyways, but they're something different out there or something meaningful to you.
Since I'll always be watching from the 4th gallery—where I'll be planning things secretly to make a hundred percent sure that Vrizion brat knows how to fill a glass perfectly.
You may seek me outside through that door of your room. I don't know how I should address you from now on, since we'll be here with you for an infinite amount of time.
Do enjoy yourself from now on, hopefully you'd like my honest gift to you. Now then, ta-ta!..
Then the door flies open with a tremendous amount of symphonic force, while I'm still on the bed without any form of developmenting progress.
I exit through the door, where I see a pale-skinned human lady under the library's tree on the flat field of endless grass.
Her physique looks proper and elegant with her height at least reaching 172 centimeters. With her eyes being exactly like Cronixs' eye colors.
While her neatly-smooth long hair's color is cosmic-purple, that's slightly vibrating stripe patterns in colorful hues of bright-light yellow to bright-light green and cyan; vibrating along with the pendulum swinging tempo on the wooden grand piano.
She firstly wears a golden helm which is kind-of similar to a valkyrie helmet—with its two circular sides having clockwork-clocks alternating between gradients to contrasting color schemes from her hair; the front of the helm has a cosmic crystal orb - radiating a similar aura to Lykhua's energy.
She secondly wears a bunch of golden adorning accessories from her collar, ears, and fingers that are related to clockworks and temporality.
Her poofy purple dress that covers her entire lower body is always projecting a cosmogonical animation drifting around her dress; with large sleeves reaching to her hands that's underlaid by white gloves.
"I see that my only favorite lad has come to visit me. You may sit down onto the white picnic table. I'll summon one of Vrizīǝn's clockwork-automation to welcome you dearly," she comfortably spoke, trying to soften the atmosphere even more.
I obediently went to sit, or the positioning could as well be seen as laying at the table's seat. While I begin periscoping the nice flat view of grass, trees, flowers, and light-hearted nature.
Cronix slowly plays the piano as she begins speaking—putting a slight bit of emotion while it begins to sound more philosophical. "There's no true end when it comes to creation and destruction, or time and space.
When repetition through multiple paradoxes comes right back to where we have started—where a new cycle initiates. Although, even when rewinding, a new parallel copy is created with many unknown factors changing. No one can be sure if it's truly the same world, or what it is perceived as.
As when I start gazing through you, the unknown abyss stares back at me—who slithers through the unknown of a 'new soul,' or so entity. Since numeral IX will always continue to anew, like you, Kyhirieol. I'll be waiting and watching what they'll do."
"Huh, could you tell me a bit more?"
"You'll figure that out yourself, Kyhirieol."
"Ah… Exactly what Vialto told me similarly, how depressing. But, could you give me at least some hint? Not something brief, right?"
"It's better when things come crashing down till you see it, because there are things that cannot be shown by representation."
"Well okay, I give up trying…"
"Alright, Kyhirieol. Would you fancy some bevvy? Or do you fancy a cuppa instead?"
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Multiple minutes passed until I started draining the essences from a nice serving of medium rare meat of an unknown animal, which I rather not ask Cronix sitting in front of me.
"Hey Cronix, will you explain to me about transformation, hopefully?"
She systematically wiped her mouth with a napkin after she ate a few pieces of fruits before majestically answering. "You're asking the wrong person for that kind of information," letting out a light sigh, "I'll only tell you what I believe I know.
Transfiguration and alternation is different for many kinds of entities, although I don't know the specifics for that study. I'll merely say there's always a balance and supporting condition that allows one's transformation and alterations.
So the variables are unknown, or it is known but it is merely being varied into a more complex structure.
I'm not too sure for myself, so go ask Vrizīǝn, or whatever that tosser calls himself. Which reminds me, I need to teach him a whipping for abandoning me in the colosseum without a peep."
Then Cronix summons Vialto onto the tall grass. His body was still in a stagnant position, somehow not even disturbed nor awakened.
"Wake up, dog!" Before performing a blurring attack that dislocates his right arm a bit, maybe a bit more…
"Don't cause a scene in front of our new~… Family member," he drowsily said while getting comfortable—letting his body warm up from the apparent sun.
"Alrighty, ahem." As she begins clapping with both of her hands twice. Causing a door to appear in front of me.
"Mother has to sort out things with your fath-, older brother."
After letting out those parting words, it causes the door to suck me into Vialto's Library room…
How… Incredibly goofy!
᧔᧓>Skippable-Content<᧕
Cronixel and Vialtorzegen were alone outside together…
"Once I fix your appropriate identity, you'll become a real female dog for leaving me to rot with those three special guests in the colosseum." Slamming Vialtorzegen down onto the ground with a tremendous amount of force.
"I was trying to have a get-together with Kyhirieol… And I made sure my other creation kept you company. So you're technically hanging out with one of my alternatives in another way..."
She instantly stops to take a few steps back into her usual persona, "I was merely finding an appropriate excuse. I'd rather if you'd skirmish with me seriously, female dog, for promising me outside and inside the colosseum.
And I'd like not to leave nor wipe a bloody mess of your carcass everytime you don't struggle for over a thousand times without trying. Merely for an exact justified reason for me adding a list of your lies over the past hundred centuries."
"Alright, alright, I'll do it for you this time again. If you'll stop reminding me about your false accusations, women. Because I hate playing your stupid ace defective game.
And don't nuance the word female dog nor dog to describe my existence." He bitterly spoke, while he willingly gave in without excitement.
"Then we'll start it here with our general rules then," Cronixel chuffedly announced towards Vialtorzegen and to herself.
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Rule Board:
Terrain: >Afreoial's Flatlands<
Timer: >1 Hour
Environmental-Factor: >Extremely Windy<
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Cronixel:
Wins:1̢̨̧̥͕̝̘̺̲̎ͮ,̡͍̋ͭ_̴̴̠̟̳͎ͩ͂́̈̎̊͑̚͜͜0͇8̨̛͇͔̼̲̥̳̓ͩ̿̏̈́́4̴̭̰̳̽͐̀_̶̢͓̺̙̬̌̂ͯ̚͟,͎̜͈̋͐_ͥͦ1̝̆̎11̧͐͑͐̂ͦ
Winning Condition: >Eliminate All The Contender's Creations, And The Contender As Well.<
Visible-Rules: >User Should Only Use Temporal-Energy.<
Hidden-Rules: >Rules Should Only Be Specifically Shown To The User...<
Banned: >Time Paradox, Foresight<
LR's-Comment: (Always unfair—unfair—unfair—unfair~ Abilities!!!)
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Vialtorzegen:
Wins:1̷̡̡̛̼̹̣̙̤̜̘̥̳̍̅̿̄̉̂̋͞_̟̬̻ͬ̇͐ͭ̍̃͋̕͜͢͡0̵̛͎̙͇̗͉̖̰̣̹͕̉ͤͧ̈́̏͘1,̡͕͍̣̝̞̇͒̐̌ͩ̾2̸̨͓͍̻̐̓ͦ̓͟2͎̞̣̞̝̘̘̞ͮͩ̐̂͐́̅̑̕͞3̶̩̯̣͇̹̓͒ͩ͟͟
Winning Condition: >Contender Requires To At Least Consume Over 90% Of Their Temporal-Energy, Or The Contender Forfeits The Competition, And/Or Eliminated.<
Visible-Rules: >Đꝋꞥ'ⱦ Lose…< (😏)
Hidden-Rules: >The Arranged Amount Of Restricted Classified Designs/Creations Should Only Be Specifically Shown To The User…<
Banned: >Modules Hidden…<
LR's-Comment: (Whatever so called "Inventions.")
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They both walked over a mile in the field away from each other—destroying their limiter(s) while waiting for a certain signal. Cronixel brings out her transformable scythe as Vialtorzegen brings out his usual kit of gadgets, junk, and disposables.
Then one of the giant clockwork-automations begins counting down before it explodes a huge blast, which was the apparent signal to initiate the action scene.
Cronix begins to traverse through the flat terrain at lagging speeds while destroying each teleported automation effortlessly. With every swing she makes with her weapon—it causes a ringing distortion lag, disrupting the time itself around, while her blinking silhouettes teleport into multiple positions she last was.
Then a humongous energy beam shot out from Vialtorzegen's right paw and backpack attachment. Searing the field where her silhouette positions was a mile away, vaporizing the flat-terrain's sentiment into charcoal.
Before Vialtorzegen begins reabsorbing energy from the air, ground, and his creations into his left paw. Preparing secretly by adding more expendable creations while his mechanical backpack, and automations continues to multitask—clearly hastening the process of creating a mechanical-chimera-abomination at extreme speeds, >Synthesize<.
After Cronixel performed >Rewind<, multiple runic-monoliths arose from the ground—stealing the environment's magical properties into itself, while a magical-disruption mist fell from the drones flying in the air…
>Temporal Acceleration Lag<
Her figure begins to freeze before instantly teleporting through each silhouette created trying to catch up to the original body's position, while destroying all the pesky distractions in an extreme amount of time delay.
Then she saw a midget mechanical dragon trying to interpret Lykhua's appearance in a more inorganic appearance, which she tried to instantly destroy with her temporal domain, but it instantaneously disappeared into its own interdimensional realm—nullifying her attack.
Causing multiple rifts and tears to begin opening up—summoning swarms of fiery-blue-bioluminescent moths, and an army of different kinds of unique automations and elementals.
She transforms her weapon's form into a staff, before summoning a stellar solstice above her while multiple hourglasses come out.
>Environmental Rewind<
Generating a radius around her and her hourglasses, which begins to combust into a huge circular radius that rewinds the aging process of everything around it at an unbelievable rate. Which also corresponds to the aging process from her surrounding environmental factor; causing most clockwork-automation to oxidize and weaken while deconstructing their form, as fire and wind elementals grew more powerful while causing their cores to combust into themselves, as all surrounding moths begin to burst into blue fiery flames of unknown pyre.
For that time being, mechanical-Lykhua was dimensionally jumping throughout this dimension's world—beginning tagging their astral mark on each passing automations, elementals, and also Cronix. Then Lykhua conjures a complex worm-hole - to drag all marked individuals into their interdimensional realm.
But Cronixel instantly casts >Time-Disruption< with her stronger magic to counteract it, before transforming her weapon in an instant with a magical-aura—swinging the scythe in an arc towards Lykhua's head; Causing the scythe to hit Lykhua's astral shield - causing the shield to burst into blue stardusts—reacting against Cronix's astral marks. Causing the magic to arbitrarily relocate Cronix's position towards one of Lykhua's >Spatial Gateway<.
Then the drones in the air above Cronixel begin setting up their positions, which causes the multiple teleporter-drones to activate and reposition a new army of natural creatures and amalgamations. She disregards the meat-fodder—quickly casting >Rewind< towards where she last fought Lykhua.
Looking for the annoying supporters to get out of the way. Before spotting Vialtorzegen activating an exchange teleport—displacing his position with a huge mechanical-tree-like chimera dragon. She quickly changes the weapon's form before elegantly swerving behind the dragon, activating…
>Tracing Rewind<
Causing the last two to exchange positions again, while putting Vialtorzegen in the open in front of Cronixel's scythe - laggingly-swinging below his chest.
Causing him to lightingly-react at the moment to activate a electric-energy shield that countered the force, as his body also begins instinctively absorbing Cronixel's and her scythe's magical-components for the while - causing his fur to vibrate colors erratically.
Writing more later, please wait patiently dear readers… (Later Chapters May As Well Be Finished Sooner Than Me Writing A Fight Scene).