I blinked rapidly, my eyes trying to adjust to what happened.

  "What the-" I mumbled and looked around me.

  Everything was slightly tinted monochrome, like some color had drained from everything. I froze as I turned around to see what was making all that noise.

  "Where is it? Why isn't it here?" The doppelganger with wings and a halo was tearing into another doppelganger's chest, pulling organs out and dropping them onto the ground like he was raiding a filing cabinet.

  'Thank goodness I can't actually see that.' I sighed in relief as it was all a mess of glitter and glue, like usual. The odd part was that none of it stuck to the angel. Something didn't make sense though, as Jimmy was clearly trying to eat and kill the angel because he was on the dead doppelganger.

  Then it hit me once I looked down at myself.

  I was wearing my dumb ass dog pajamas, and not jimmy. I was also see through.

  "Holy shit... I'm dead." I frowned down at my ghostly form, then looked up at what is likely my body being torn to pieces.

  I should have been feeling grief or anger, but the system or whatever Skill I had was making this simply unpleasant instead of soul crushing. It felt like I should be upset, so I decided to play the part and glared at the angel currently bullying Jimmy.

  Storming right up to him, he was normal human sized, and unlike me who had changed due to some unknown reason. I was a good bit taller than he was. Bringing a fist back, I primed the best punch I could throw. My fist went right through him and my worry was confirmed. I was a ghost.

  "Where is the core?!" The angel was starting to get impatient, completely oblivious to me, as he flung my corpse so far down the street I lost sight of it.

  Jimmy, being my equipment and all that, was forcefully dragged with the body briefly before he let go and started attacking the angel in earnest. Thankfully it seemed like the angel couldn't hurt Jimmy for whatever reason, but Jimmy was even more powerless against him.

  'No... It doesn't feel right to call him an angel. He's more like some asshole whose faking it.' With that thought in mind, I changed how I would address the faker.

  The faker was fuming, swatting Jimmy away only for the living metal to rebound right back. I tapped my chin in thought, trying to think what to do.

  "Jerald, you got any ideas?" I asked, but got no answer.

  That's not good.

  "Jerald? Are you there?" I called out, and still got nothing.

  "...System?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate.

  To my shock and muddled horror, a green box greeted me.

  I stared at the menu for a bit, but then smiled.

  "So that's what it does. I can still attack, kinda. What skills do I have?" I ignored the weird sentence and willed the Skill menu, now interfacing with the green system instead of Jerald.

  'Fuck. I can't attack at all, my physical Skills are off.' I cursed internally as Telekinesis, the thing I use for literally everything, is not useable in this state.

  "What can I even do with these Skills?" I groaned as I glared at the menu.

  Looking away from the menu, I saw how utterly destroyed this city block was becoming. Jimmy was being ferocious but that fucking faker did something and erased nearly half of one of my buildings! It was a miracle mixed with Adamantium engineering that it was still standing.

  "You motherfucker!" I flipped off the faker, and got a good look at my hand.

  Something was off, so I looked closer at my fingers and there was something forming within my ghostly shell.

  "System, what the hell is this?" I asked while looking so closely at my fingers I could see the strange object grow slowly as it spread.

  I gawked at the screen and glanced down at my hands again. I could see what was forming more clearly now.

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  Bone.

  Looking down at myself and studying my ghostly form more closely, almost every part of my body was regenerating at the same time. It was getting faster as well. I also saw my rather large ghostly core right where my heart should be. The sight made me smile wide.

  Once I had regenerated enough, I would rip that faker to pieces for hurting my Jimmy.

  Or, well, trying to...

  Same difference.

  ...

  --------- The Same Admin of The System ---------

  It was a gruesome sight to behold.

  Some had predicted that the domestic Human we had was actually working with the invader, but that was disproven almost instantly upon the two meeting.

  The invader had slaughtered one of it's species young without even a second thought or hesitation. The Human had simply flown down into the youngling so fast his hand went through it's head.

  The invader then began to peel the poor thing apart like it was looking for something.

  As if that wasn't shocking enough, the living metal that the domestic Human had tamed was somehow able to tank all the damage the invader could dish out. It was incredibly strange to watch.

  The invader was screaming about some kind core, and it was in our files that the young Human did have one. We could clearly see that it did not have one in it's corpse though, which is strange.

  "What is that?" A voice called out from across the circle, and everyone's attention shifted to what they were trying to point out.

  Down the street, where the invader had first arrived and murdered the youngling, was a standing pulsating nerve system.

  'No... Not pulsating. Growing.' It was incredibly gross to watch, but no one could pull their eyes away from the spectacle. An amalgamation of bone shards, muscle tissue, and nerves grew from nothing, and soon there was a partially developed brain with an odd tumor esq organ protruding from the front of it.

  As soon as that organ finished growing, the thing moved. It looked as if it was thrown down the street, and it collided with the living metal named 'Jimmy'.

  I thought it to be some kind of attack, but the liquid metal soon calmed as it hugged around the growth. The invader watched in disgust.

  "So you weren't dead. No wonder I didn't find the core. Before I kill you a second time, lead me to your c-" The invader spoke, but before he could finish the new creature lifted it's hand and a ball of pure unrelenting plasma was created.

  Then grew.

  Then everything went white on the other end of the projection.

  "What's happening?" One person asked another in a whisper.

  "Was that the youngling? It died didn't it?" Another question left unanswered.

  The murmurs only lasted for a moment, as the light dimmed enough to show the aftermath of some unknown attack.

  A cone of destruction met our gaze, as matter was erased in the blast zone. All the way past the atmosphere, leaving a massive hole that showed the stars beyond the blue sky.

  ...

  --------- Greg ---------

  I had used Plasma Charge before, but i hadn't pumped in everything I had.

  Until now.

  Nearly 16 million points of Energy went into that attack, dealing a huge amount of damage to my city and to my planet, but nothing happened to the faker.

  He had dodged it, getting behind me. Where he then killed me again by clapping his hands around my still growing brain.

  This of course made Jimmy go berserk again, and I was forced to wait for my brain to regrow.

  It was faster this time.

  "How are you doing this?" The faker glared at my stumbling mass of nerves and bone, now more human shaped than random bits and bobs.

  I couldn't respond, as I lacked lungs and a mouth to speak, so I used my Telekinesis to try and rip his molecules to shreds. My mind had that familiar old feeling of being torn at the seems as I overextended my ability. It was almost nostalgic.

  With that option out of the picture, that left me with Plasma Charge. The problem with that, I needed Jimmy. And Jimmy was being a bit of a loose cannon with his running after the fake after each death.

  'I needed Jimmy to stick to my soul, or maybe I needed to stick my soul to him...' I would have to figure it out later.

  First order of business was getting this prick off of my planet. I had already destroyed a quarter of my city, and I needed him gone. As an experiment, I summoned a Gate that would lead to middle of a sun. I made the image as vague as possible in my mind, so it would be as unstable or as far as possible.

  Where did I summon this Gate? Right where the faker was standing.

  He looked puzzled for a moment, and then looked down at his stomach while he tried to walk away.

  He stayed in place, and his face contorted into confused worry.

  "This is so strange... You shouldn't be able to do any of this." He spoke as if he had done this all before. Like I was some video game npc.

  'It's not working... Why isn't it WORKING?!' I was panicking internally. It was supposed to forcefully yeet his ass across the galaxy into the direct center of a sun. 'Had I made it too small? Maybe it just needed to be bigger.'

  Once he accepted that he wasn't going anywhere, he glared up at me just as my face began to reform. Before I could make it bigger within his body, he flicked his wrist and a ball of fire shot out at me. I only knew what it was, as all I could see now was flames.

  It covered the city block, and it began to spread. I was also dead again, of course, but I didn't need a physical body to cast the Skill Dimensional Gate.

  Another tiny black hole formed, and it swallowed his arm. Even with 2 Gates, he was resisting traveling into either fully.

  "I don't know where you are or who you are, but if you don't stop summoning these black holes, I'm going to kill you!" He called out.

  'Ah, so he doesn't know I can do this from beyond the grave.' I gave him an evil ghostly smile, despite him not being able to see me, he reacted. Like he could sense my intentions.

  I spammed the Skill, black hole after black hole taking bites out of his body and leading to random stars. He still didn't really react to it, which worried me as it might mean he wasn't being hurt by something as simple as 'the center of a star.'

  In a matter of moments, there was a collection of black holes in the shape of a man. It didn't seem to be hurting him, but it also seemed to be containing him. So I took this time to regenerate my body again, collect Jimmy, and drop a bunch of ocean water on my city to put out the fires.

  After all of that, I found myself glaring at the mass of black orbs in genuine anger. The negative emotion seeping through the mental barrier with how strong it was.

  My city was in shambles after it had just been completed. I died multiple times, Jimmy was bullied, and my friends might have been hurt.

  Friends...

  'Shit! Sally-1!' My anger turned into despairing worry as I sent her a text, asking if she was alright.

  I sighed in relief, and sent her text telling her that we would talk about it later and that she should head underground.

  My anger lessened enough to begin being drowned out by the mental block, but now I was just glaring at a black blob of maybe 50 blackholes. With no idea for what to do with him now.

  Just then, I was struck with an excellent plan.

  ...

  --------- The Same Admin of The System ---------

  All of the admins stared at the projection in silence, waiting with a bated breath.

  Minutes in relative time passed while the Human youngling known as The Dark Lord Azurath paced around the contained invader. 51 Gate portals locking a piece of the invader inside a random star, each billions upon billions of lightyears away from each other.

  The invader was still struggling of course, but seemed genuinely unable to get out of it.

  Just as a discussion was about to start, something started to happen. The Dark Lord Azurath showed his truly unique control as he shrunk the black holes. This caused the body of the invader to stretch unnaturally as the black holes fought to keep the matter they've already eaten.

  Then more blackholes formed. So small were they that it was only slightly larger than a molecule, meticulously splitting the invader into even more parts. Increasing it from 51 to 100. Then more.

  And more.

  Until the invader was in several thousand chunks. All the counter part white holes leading into a star.

  This didn't hurt the invader of course, but he did seem befuddled as to what the plan was. When there was not a single molecule of the invader left, the youngling took a deep breath, and snapped his fingers.

  The black holes and white holes stopped existing, and the laws of the universe forced its will upon the invaders body. No one could harm the invader, not even the center of a star.

  But that didn't matter when you are divided several thousands of times through higher dimensions. When those bridges were severed, he screamed while being torn apart instantly.

  The smaller parts of him, once fully free of their bonds to his body, simply burned away in an instant within a star.

  We all looked on in awe as the invader was torn asunder not by an attack, but by a Skill designed for transportation.

  "That shouldn't be possible! The Skill was not designed to operate in such a way! Where did the Mana needed to pull this off come from?" One of the admins who was in charge of Skill balance yelled out.

  "The Skill was not designed by us at all. Look at the report. The Dark Lord Azurath is still considered dead, so he has lost all connection to The System." Some one on that side of the circle said, and everyone checked the report connected to their own systems.

  It was true. The Dark Lord Azurath was considered deceased. The invader, on the other hand, was still considered alive.

  Checking the projection, it was already shifting through all the stars with pieces of the invader in them. It stopped when it found the invader gritting his teeth, merely an upper torso and a head. Perfect spherical chunks were missing around his neck and shoulders, everything below was a cavern.

  "He's still alive." A mutter to my left.

  "What do we do?" Another next to the first.

  "The only thing we can do." My boss called out over the crowd and we all turned to listen.

  "We get Lord Azuraths help." They finished, and everyone agreed.

  Only The Dark Lord Azurath could finish the invader off.