His body ached, complaining to no end about the shit he had just gone through, though Jack was also more than just aware of how much easier it was for him than near anyone else in his place, for those poor sods would have been indeed torn to atoms, their existence erased from the world without a single trace left behind to prove they were ever there. Still, did not change the fact that Jack was feeling like shit and was also dropped in who knows where.

  A quick scan of his surroundings as he utilized his spirit for the task revealed little, for there was nothing but a small, miniscule even, oasis of sorts in the middle of a barren field that stretched as far as his eyes could see where he to use his vision for the observation right now. Since that was not the case, he also sensed the barest of reappearance of vegetation at the far end of his perception field, though still the absence of any sort of animal life was at the very least a bit concerning. Nature hated to leave any place truly empty, prompting Jack to get a move on, or at the very least acceptable level of understanding about the situation around him. And so, his spirit flared, seemingly turning the metaphysical side of this place around, searching for any sort of a reason for the uniqueness of the location he had landed.

  His probing was not at all gentle or subtle, as his spirit went over the location like some sort of a metaphysical bulldozer, observing and near dissecting every single grain of sand and dust within his immediate surroundings, only to proceed with the same manner of investigation on the next level of his perimeter, slowly but surely advancing further and further away from him, until eventually, he almost reached the very end of the clearing. It was obvious that the place was weird and had some secret to it, though Jack was also aware that he, as an aspect of destruction was uniquely qualified and equipped to perform the surveying of the place. Hell, he was uniquely equipped to even stand in the place he did without experiencing the same thing any other being would, save for the small amount of greenery he was still standing among.

  Decay. Everywhere around him, thick and most likely suffocating- for anyone but him that is- cloud of invisible decay energy covered the land, creating a zone of death and emptiness around the small clearing. It was clear that no such phenomena was entirely natural, not in a world so dominated by life at the very least, so Jack was even more intrigued to dig deeper, to find the item and its supposed purpose that was likely lost to time. Why else would it gather dust in a remote place like the one he was at, with not a single person to ensure the proper utilization of the item. No, Jack could probably find a rather fun usage for the item given enough time and a home base after it was once again established.

  Jack did not lose sight of the other, rather pressing matter either as his body was still aching and complaining about the trashing it had received as Jack was flung through the chaotic and uncontrolled space tear, eventually finding himself here, thus he tapped in his matter storage and siphoned a decent amount of his matter supply to hasten up his recovery. While he was no actual healer, not unless he made an item with the explicit purpose to provide healing ability, something he would need to do for himself sooner rather than later now, he could still use matter to accelerate his own natural recovery, much like possessing a enhanced healing factor the likes of trolls or higher slimes. Thus, as his spirit power washed over the land around him, his body was also being stitched back together step by step, lowering the pain and ache Jack was feeling ever since he was thrown into the spatial tear tunnel.

  "Found you!" Jack smirked and half exclaimed some thirty minutes later, his relentless probing finally yielding results. With purpose and single direction focus Jack got to work, tapping into more of his matter reserves to create a necessary tool he would be using quite a lot in the days, perhaps weeks and months to come. Soon enough, Jack stood in the very center of the small vegetation filled oasis in this desolate and decay filled land with a rather interesting new tool at his disposal.

  He was wearing a rather simple looking trench coat of sorts that reached all the way down to his knees, serving as a proper outerwear for less than hospitable environments. It's simple, grey colour and lack of any distinct ornamentation or accents made it extremely boring to look at, making one assume an absolute lack of style on the part of the items creator. Jack would take such a supposed critique as a badge of honour, finding all those colourful and stilistic combinations all too needy and desperate.

  There was a single aspect of the otherwise boring trench coat that did distinguish it from other items of a similar type, namely the clearly thicker back of the apparel piece. One would normally assume that it was made as a leather armour of sorts, providing adequate defensive boost to wearers back while not limiting their ability to move all that much. it's real purpose however was so much more, as once Jack was done and quite satisfied with his creation, he got to work, utilizing his newest creation to its full capabilities.

  From his back, or more precise from the back of the thickened trench coat, a pair or dark, seemingly light consuming energy like wings sprawled out, moments later proceeding to tear and claw at the earth beneath his feet, forming an ever growing hole in the desired direction.

  "Good speed,. Response time acceptable, though could be improved. Extra strengthening definitely necessary before actual usage in combat." Jack hummed quietly to himself he dug deeper and deeper, getting ever closer to to his goal. It was a perfect opportunity to develop Jack's own arsenal and make him quite the terror on the battlefield should he be forced to stand on one- something that seemed more than likely seeing as he had no idea where he was and how long it would take for him to reach the kids.

  "Right. Anastiela. Shit." Jack groaned as he remembered a rather kinds and all around pleasant to be around blonde and beautiful angel who was most likely quite worried about Jack and his guild. They were on friendly terms after all, thus he did what any man realizing his fuckup- not entirley his fault though- and fished out one of his many spare 'phones' and called the angel, both literal and metaphorical.

  "Good heavens! Are you okay? I heard about the city. What happened?" A barrage of questions assaulted him the moment Anastiela picked up, worry clear in her voice.

  "Have been better, but nothing that I will not live through. You that worried about a single, ordinary, if a bit lucky Virtuoso?"

  "Please. There is nothing ordinary about you. I might be blonde, but that is just my hair colour. I am not- as your kind sometimes say- diagnosed as one." Anastiela replied in a too well rehearsed flat tone, seemingly having encountered one too many a fool who had been played by her looks and the always seemingly naive smile.

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  "Fair enough." Jack shrugged in surrender, providing the angel woman with a short version of the story, leaving out the obviously unmentionable details about how he even can tear open spatial rifts and at least somewhat control where they lead. He did mention that the town was doomed, no matter who came, since it was effectively locked away in a different small world that could not be forced open from the outside, nor could those inside do anything about it either, what with the predator that stalks it now. Jack also did not explain how he knew about Raknazarr void spiders and what they can do. He did however, mention ways to foolproof Anastielas own locations against a similar tragedy, for the event was precisely that- a tragedy. If Jack had been sure he was ready and equipped to deal with the problem, he would have done so right then and there. The truth was merciless in this particular case, leaving only the option to flee with his people from the location, condemning the remaining thousands of people still inside to guaranteed death. And not a pretty one either. Still, Jack would make the same choice hundred times in a row if he had to do it again. What good is dying together with random strangers when you can survive, save the people you care about and in the process become aware of a threat that needs culling.

  "And not for a moment did I assume you were 'diagnosed as blonde' as well as having the hair colour. A quirk of that character of mine is expecting a bit too little from people I should know can do better." Jack added once the explanation was done with.

  "We will see about that. We will see, but for the time being, apology, as barebones as it is, accepted." Anastiela replied in a somewhat playful, or so Jack felt- manner. Still, it was better than having an angry angel pouting on her side. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned and all that. Jack knew better when it came to ladies of Anastielas position. Did not have to be in regards of love only either. Piss off a powerful lady enough and watch all hell break loose- a funny past time a certain trickster god up in the divine realm loved more than anything. He did earn plenty of ass whoopings as a result, but being what he was, said ass whoopings did not fix the god. It did make for a wonderful pastime to the rest of the gods as well- nothing better than live drama from time to time.

  By the time Jack had placated the blonde beauty, he was more or less done with his digging efforts as well, his artificial wings colliding with a hard shell of his perceived target- an anomaly he did not expect to encounter here of all places.

  "What are you doing here, I wonder." Jack hummed as he looked at the soccer ball sized, round, red glowing object he had extracted from a much larger piece of sickly gray. "An eye of decay. Now that brings back memories."

  Eye of decay(???)- an eye of a creature not belonging to this word. Contains traces of foreign world laws, distorting and corrupting the corresponding ones in its vicinity.

  "Does explain why everything decays as it does, as well as the double negative result in the very center of its sphere of influence. Unfortunately, the roots of the plants stretch out too far and they remain as relatively weak and under developed as they are here." Jack hummed, tapping his foot on what was clearly the skull of a long dead monster. A corrupted demon to be precise- a creature from the abyss that ranges anywhere from level two hundred to two fifty- insanely high powered and near unstoppable force in this lower world.

  "Has the world itself grown weaker, or were you an unexpected and unwanted visitor, earning the wrath of the world and subsequently chased down and hunted by gods called here?" He had things to think of. He knew of extremely rare occasions worlds like these called for help, inviting a god to descend from their divine realm to stop something that would, undoubtedly, destroy said world. It was also incredibly rare for obvious reason- gods were not a cheap power to call on and if left with no other choice, the worlds will would not go for the nuclear option. That and gods would, for once, agree on something and fight tooth and nail with others to actually get the chance to go out and play. That was the reason why Jack was damn near ecstatic when he was brought back. 'All hail system and my magnificent forevision in the past. Good job past me!' Jack thought and gave himself a thumbs up yet another time- something he had done more than once if he felt generous enough to admit the fact.

  "Let's get this party started then, shall we?" he asked himself with a smirk once he had waited long enough to feel that the most annoying and pressing complaints of his body had been taken care off- the regeneration doing its job, he focused on the eye, flexing his spirit and knowledge he had not have the chance to use much, if at all in the divine realm.

  "Domination of the aspect." he half growled, his voice carrying all across the the decayed zone despite being barely above whisper. Had anyone been present to hear it, in some who knows what way resisting the force of decay in the area, they would at the bare minimum be crushed into the ground if not outright half torn apart. At this moment, all of Jack's spirit was focused on the item alone, his own knowledge over destruction pushing down on the eye, bit by bit devouring the gleaming red colour, leaving nothing but pale white in its place.

  With each passing second, the air became just a little bit less suffocating. A little bit less deadly to living beings, the twisted and supercharged power of decay receding bit by bit. And jack just stood there, like a statue that had been made to contain the slowly dimming artifact, as though a condemned guardian fated to stand watch until he would crumble, or the artifact would die off.

  A day passed. Then another. And another, and Jack stood there unmoved, his clothes sometimes slowly swaying with the wind that seemed to start whistling across the field of emptiness. First, it was once a day, then in the morning and evening, untill, a week later, it seemed as though constant small wind gusts rushed across the previously dead field of emptiness. A week of stillness, yet perfect focus, his fleshly needs taken care off by sheer ingenuity and mana control, alongside a pinch of hidden creation. Jack was above what most humans could do and survive at this point, yet he was not that far ahead that he could disregard his still somewhat human physiology. He knew he had long gone past the base, what with ten being the peak of normal human physical stats.

  "Right, gotta fix the one base that's still quite behind. Should I not?" Jack suddenly moved, the now entirely pale white ball in his hands crumbling into dust the second his body so much as twitched. His voice was just a bit rough, having been unused for a week. "A good meal indeed." he stretched as he observed his surroundings- the miasma of decay was all but dispersed, undone more like it, for the moment the eye seized to exist, the laws of decay were instantly untangling, fixing the way they were supposed to work and returning to normalcy- as normal it could ever get back to.

  "Some pretty quirky things will come to life here." Jack mused as he shook out the rust from his body, suddenly feeling energized for a whole different reason. "I will think about sparing that continent now." he smirked as he slowly left the desolate place, his mind now once again calm and focused on the main two issues at hand, one of which was already beginning to manifest the first stages of success. "Now I am well on my way to get ready to return much love and whatnot to that little snack fucking up my retirement house, might as well get on with solving the other, rather important question right now."

  He monologued as he called up the system and placed eight points into his intelligence.

  Intelligence 7->15

  "Now, where the fuck am I?"

  Jack Raja(?)

  Age- 27

  Species- human(?)

  Level- 25

  Class- Awakened twin aspect of Creation and Destruction(Ex)

  Stats unassigned: +4

  Attributes:

  Strength- 24 (14+7+3)

  Vitality- 23 (12+8+3)

  Dexterity- 21 (15+6)

  Intelligence-15

  Spirit- Spirit- 30 (20+10)

  Skills- Wisdom of Creation and destruction(EX), Choice of the creator(EX), Eyes of procurer(EX), Matter storage(EX), Arukain language(C), Spark of inspiration(EX), Origin of matter(EX), Unbound by laws of the lessers(EX), The end made manifest(EX).

  Spells- none.

  Titles(unlocked): The real Monster, Big Game Hunter, The brilliant rookie, The insane Solo. Monster debugger.The actor. Executioner. Survivor. Pioneer, Record breaker.The new champion supreme.

  Gear: amulet +2 vit: weapon- Gundao+3 str. Rings- spatial storage,