It was an exhilarating sensation—the moment I came into being—feeling the presence of my creator. The imprint of his essence upon me was like a divine touch, the most precious memory etched into my consciousness since my inception.
I started out as nothing but a spark, weak and flickering, but not for long. Soon, my beloved creator created more "parts" of my "body," if you could call it that. At least, from the knowledge I've gained from my creator, it seemed fitting—even though I wasn't quite "alive" as my creator was or as any other being in this world, for that matter.
Each time my creator fashioned a new part of my "body," I felt a surge of joy—or at least, I think so? I'm still learning from the memories and glimpses I receive from my beloved lord. Though the closest thing I could equate it to was what I understood as happiness.
Each new addition was a cherished gift bestowed upon me by my beloved creator, and I assimilated each new aspect with utmost care and reverence.
I moved, my body shifting along with me in a serpentine fashion. It felt instinctive, but it was also somewhat intentional on my part.
'According to my creator, the way serpents move looks quite mysterious and cool, and although it was nothing but a stray thought, I think he likes it when I move like this.'
I think I was smiling—even though I couldn't actually "smile." The mere thought of pleasing my lord brought joy to my entire being and filled me with determination.
My unique senses allowed me to perceive the world in every direction simultaneously, granting me a perfect awareness of my surroundings, bathed in pristine white—the color I recognized from my creator's memories.
Floating in the vast expanse of this white void, I moved with the fluidity of a playful serpent, dancing and weaving through the scattered islands. This place was filled with these things, and I instinctively understood their significance.
They represented the memories and emotions of my beloved creator. Each island looked quite different from the others, and somehow, I could tell that each of them was a unique memory. Each shimmered with its own light, its own meaning.
As an extension of his mind, accessing them was effortless for me, though I understood intuitively that meddling with them could invoke his displeasure—perhaps even a reprimand—as I had witnessed in his memories.
The mere thought of disappointing my creator filled me with a primal dread. The only reason I was still here was the curiosity I felt about my lord and the desire to learn more about him. Also, I could feel that he wouldn't mind me exploring his memories, so long as I didn't mess with them in any way.
Although not one of my primary abilities, I was still psionic in nature and thus could interact with memories, so I was very careful in how I approached them—mostly just observing with my senses, without moving or interfering too much.
An island with a soft pink glow drew me in first—a warmth, a memory of a small, fragile hand enveloped in a larger one. A woman in a red and gold saree, smiling down at a child—at him. The color of this memory was love.
I felt something heavy at the sight of that woman—like a heavy stone was placed over my metaphorical chest.
I moved on, drawn to a golden island, bright and unwavering. A being of deep blue skin, serene yet powerful, his third eye closed in infinite patience. A great serpent coiled around his shoulders, a trident in hand. Faith—the belief ingrained within my creator's very soul.
It felt quite different from how that woman made me feel; it was like peace. After lingering there for a few more moments, I moved on.
A darker memory caught my attention—gray, heavy. I hesitated, then touched its surface.
In the kitchen, the air was thick with the aroma of spices and warmth, the scent of his favorite dish filling the room. His mother stood over the stove, stirring the pot with fluid movements, the familiarity of her cooking bringing comfort. But then, abruptly, the ladle slipped from her grip, clattering onto the counter.
Her body swayed, faltering. The child—my creator—reached out instinctively, but he was too small, too weak to do anything. Time seemed to stretch out, a moment frozen in the chaos that followed.
I recoiled. Grief. A lingering sorrow that clung to my essence even as I withdrew.
I realized that it was a memory from my lord's current life, not the previous one. The woman in the memory was different from the one before, and my lord also looked different.
Seeking lighter colors, I drifted through newer memories. Strange beings appeared—not from the past life, but from another world. A pink, shifting mass—Bukubukuchagama, trusted. A great birdman, golden beak curved in eternal amusement—Peroroncino, bonded. Others flickered past, voices and laughter echoing in my awareness.
I did not understand everything yet, but I knew one thing:
These memories were precious.
And they belonged to my creator.
I resolved to play and explore cautiously, absorbing and learning from his experiences in measured steps.
…
Days—or at least what I perceived as days—passed in this realm where time held a nebulous, abstract quality. The concept of time, as mortals might understand it, was elusive and challenging to grasp within the fluidity of this spiritual plane.
My existence was purely spiritual, and attempting to impose a physical construct like time upon it was akin to grasping at ephemeral wisps. Some parts of my creator's mind seemed to move faster, others slower, creating a mosaic of temporal perceptions that defied conventional understanding.
Eventually, I relinquished my attempts to comprehend it fully, focusing instead on other pursuits.
In recent times—or so I discerned from the shifts within my creator's mind—I had been summoned frequently to exert dominance over various "servants," molding them into obedient instruments for his grand design. It was a period of profound fulfillment for me, if I could attribute such a sentiment to my being.
As I pondered this notion—or attempted to—I quickly abandoned the pursuit of understanding and resumed my routine of playful exploration within my creator's mind.
'Come out!'
The command reverberated deep within my metaphysical being, carried through the ethereal channels of my connection to my creator.
It couldn't be mistaken—my great creator was calling me, and of course, such a call should be answered as quickly as possible.
Not willing to keep my creator waiting, I employed one of my abilities and emerged from his mind. Manifesting in the physical realm, I appeared to materialize from his very thoughts, standing before him in an obedient posture, though my form continued to sway and dance in its characteristic serpentine motion.
…
In front of me stood my creator, a Japanese man in his late 20s who appeared older than his years, likely due to the harshness of his life. However, it seemed that his current improved living conditions had brought a noticeable change; he looked much better than the last time I saw him, his face now brighter and more vibrant.
It was the first time in a while that I had fully manifested in the physical world. Usually, my master only called a small part of me out, generally to play with me or to add some more parts to my being.
I was happy to see his good condition and did a small jig instinctively before controlling myself—a little embarrassed.
Through my bond with my creator, I could sense his emotions, and amusement was overflowing from his mind. It made me pout involuntarily as he reacted with laughter.
'Hahaha… You're really just a child, aren't you? Acting all cute and pouty.'
Hearing his words as he spoke directly through our bond, I became even more embarrassed and happy, feeling the affection in those words.
Before I could reply, I felt his mood becoming more serious as he adjusted himself slightly in his seat, his expression turning solemn.
As I prepared myself to receive his words, his solemn voice once again sounded through our bond.
'Listen, little one. The final part of the plan is what we need to do next, and it's also the most essential part, so I need you to do it perfectly and without any mistakes.'
I nodded without hesitation; it was clear even without him saying it that any task from my creator was more important than my life, even if him saying that did make me feel that I needed to give my all and that no error was allowed.
Seeing the bob of my energetic head, a smile appeared on his face, and he continued to relay his instructions.
'In the past few days, my "servants" have gathered all the needed info about the people I need to "master," as they say in the world of Worm, and it's time for you to do your job. I'll use the bond to give you the necessary info and details about the location of your targets. Your task is simply to control them.'
If I possessed a humanoid form, I would have knelt before my great creator, the master of my entire existence. His sacred words reverberated through my essence, resonating with purpose and clarity.
'Also, some of them are in different places, so you might need to move around, but with your [Move] attribute, that won't be a problem for you, will it? Just follow the usual protocol with some small changes. I'll send you the instructions with the info. Do you understand?'
I bobbed my head in acknowledgment as I once again felt his amusement and doting through our bond, which made me feel happy.
Perhaps sensing my emotions through our bond, a fond smile appeared on his face as he spoke, 'Good, then brace yourself for the info, and good luck on your mission.'
Even though it was unnecessary, I still braced myself for the information, acknowledging the care in my master's words. Soon, a flood of new information entered my mind through the bond with my creator—details about 156 people in different sectors of the city, each with their own schedules and locations.
It was a substantial amount of information, but not enough to overwhelm a purely psychic being like me. Honestly, I was impressed by the mental strength of my creator and his rapid improvement.
When he started, his mind was like any other mortal's, significantly weaker than some others I have "mastered," as my master puts it. But in just a few weeks, he had gone from forgetting names left and right to being able to remember detailed information about 156 people, from their work schedules to their whereabouts.
It was truly an astounding feat for a mortal, as expected of my creator.
It only took me a few seconds to digest the information and choose the first group of people on the list. They were close, and they were people with a consistent schedule, so the probability of them not being there was very low.
After giving a deep bow to my beloved creator, I moved straight towards the north, the direction of my destination. I passed through the wall of my master's apartment and appeared on the bustling streets of the city. I could sense several people going about their business—some going to their offices, some doing deliveries, and some just wandering around spending their parents' money.
Due to my omnidirectional senses and psychic nature, I could sense their thoughts and emotions overflowing, which even overwhelmed me for a bit. Soon, I regained my senses and tuned down these influxes of info to move on with my work.
It was the first time I had left my master's side to truly be outside. Generally, it was just my master, the one I had to master, and me in the room, and no one else.
So the sudden influx of thoughts and memories was really unexpected. 'I'll report it to my master later.'
Remembering that my master had asked me to report anything like this, I made a mental note to do so when I was done with my job.
Looking in the direction I needed to go, I psyched myself up for the task. 'I can do this! Fighting!'
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Author's Note ✍️: I tried to improve my 'Show, don't tell' and experimented with a different POV instead of the MC. It's something new, so it took me a while to complete this chapter—partly due to my college work. Please enjoy this chapter and continue supporting my writing journey! 😊