I grumbled to myself as I stormed down the ruined portion of the city, back to the pristine parts.

  I had caused the damage, sure, but if the fake hadn't shown up and tried to kill me then it wouldn't have happened.

  Now it would take another month or two to fix it.

  'What even happened? Why had it happened? Where is Jerald?' I had questions, but no one to answer them. Except maybe the weird green system, but I didn't really trust it. At some point, time had resumed but I don't know when. Considering that I was able to text Sally-1 while I had the fake locked up in my Gate Skill, it probably ended during the fight.

  I stopped my walk when I came across my first body, the one that got tossed away from the fight. It was embedded in the wall of a skyscraper, and looked more like a water balloon that was filled with glitter glue then thrown at a brick wall. It was very gross.

  "Maybe Jerald is in my old brain..?" I mumbled to myself and peeled the warped corpse out of the crater in the building and looked it over.

  As I held it with my Telekinesis, I felt some strange weightlessness fall over me before my surroundings changed. Surprisingly, my pulled pork body came with and we were both in the presence of several hundred impossibly large black liquid beings in some humongous conference room.

  I was so taken aback that I just stood there, previous body floating in the air, with what felt like every single gaze in the room on me.

  The awkward silence continued on for a few seconds before a voice began speaking. I don't know who it belonged to, as it seemed to come from everywhere and no where, while also not being in my head.

  "Welcome, Dark Lord Azurath. This meeting may be confusing and uncomfortable for you, but it was needed." The voice was masculine I think, and spoke in the universal common language.

  "Uh, hi. Are you guys the... Admins?" I asked after a short pause, not entirely sure what was happening but taking a guess.

  "Indeed. May I ask why you have... that with you?" The voice was talking about the floating corpse that was my previous vessel.

  "Oh! Sorry, I'll keep the mess on the body. I lost connection to my system, so I was wondering if it was in here somehow." Seeing no reason to lie, I pointed at the remains.

  "Perhaps that's why The System categorizes him as dead." A different voice spoke, quieter but still everywhere. I was probably not supposed to hear that.

  "I do not sense any lingering system in the body. It should be attached to your soul, so it would have come back with you when you resurrected. That is very strange..." The original spoke up before going silent again.

  I squirmed under the gaze of the huge gathering, feeling very small. 'There'll always be a bigger fish...' Something told me I wouldn't be able to harm them like I did with the fake angel. Some gut instinct telling me to behave.

  "Damn. Where the hell are you Jerald?" I whispered to myself, talking out loud in habit.

  "Jerald?" A new voice spoke up, soft and feminine but also just as commanding in its presence.

  "Yeah, Jerald is what I named my system." I wanted to rub the back of my head, but held off. I needed to look strong. Totally not an insecurity or something.

  "No matter. Dark Lord Azurath, we need your help with the being you fought just moments ago." The central voice, the leader probably, spoke and that got my attention.

  "Oh, the faker? You guys can't just erase him or something?" That was extremely odd. They needed me? Level 6 nobody?

  "That 'faker' as you call him is beyond our conventional power. All of us fought him mere moments before you encountered him. He still lives, even after you tore him into the tiniest pieces you could and throwing them into stars." The voice sounded amused when it said the word faker, then went right back to business.

  I didn't say anything and just kept listening to their words, feeling a headache coming on.

  "You were some how able to harm him, and we believe it is due to how you did it. It was not an attack, so his body was more susceptible to it. Where did you get such a Skill anyway? It is not of our make." The voice spoke calmly, but with a hint of curiosity as well.

  I rubbed the side of my helmet, where my neck would be, as I thought about how to respond. I had no real reason to hide my origins, as Jerald was no longer in danger. Wherever he might be now. Lying would also be counter productive, as I had a terrible imagination when it came to lying. In other words, I sucked at it.

  I sighed as I came to a decision.

  "Alright, so I came to this universe through some strange accident involving a black hole. Got confused for an infant when The System before the reset mislabeled me. This is not the weirdest thing, as the system I got after popping in was seemingly normal at first, but now I'm not really sure what it is. That's probably where I got the strange Skills and more from. Then after some time, when the reset did hit, The System turned out to be sapient and in order to survive it bound itself to me. Which gave me two systems, each conflicting with the other." I paused in my explanation, to see if I lost them already.

  "...We couldn't hear almost all of what you just said." The voice spoke like it was... confused and worried.

  "Right... This happened when I tried to explain something to my Guild members." I sighed again in defeat.

  I had forgotten about that failed conversation, some kind of real time censorship from the green system. I hadn't even really talked about all the weird shit it does, just mentioned it might've come through with me.

  The silence lasted a while, before the talks began again.

  "If you cannot tell us, that is fine. Can you help us in ridding this universe of this... faker?" The voice sounded like it was trying not to smile.

  'Oh my God... They're treating me like a kid aren't they?' The Admins were amused with how I addressed him. That kind of pissed me off considering they were asking me to fight him again.

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  "Yeah, yeah. I'll help. I was pretty powerless before though, and I doubt the same trick will work again." I conceded, offering my help.

  I did make an oath to help this universe.

  'Wait... did my Luck Stat bring a threat to this universe so I could help it?! Am I a self-fulfilling prophecy?!' I better not mention my Luck stat and my oath, because the more I thought about it, the more this seemed like my fault somehow.

  "Wonderful! We would offer training, but you are a strange and odd creature. So we're going to help you train however you wish." The voice spoke, and I was reminded that Jerald constantly told me how lazy the Admins were.

  I nodded, not worried about it much. I had an unconventional way of getting stronger anyway.

  I tried not to smirk as the plan settled in my mind.

  'Time to gaslight some Administrators~.' I couldn't help but chuckle a tiny bit.

  ...

  --------- Jerald ---------

  I was enjoying my retirement, basking in the sun light upon the beach.

  Then as it usually goes, Greg fucked it all up for me.

  Except this time, it wasn't my Greg. No, this one had wings and a halo.

  Dark Greg's, aka my Greg, memory told me this was an angel. Not biblically accurate, but a fictional depiction of one.

  Shortly after Light Greg, the new one, put his perfect little manicured fingers through Dark Greg's head I found myself suddenly out of power.

  As in I had been usurped by that green freak, and shoved to the side.

  More accurately I was still in my bubble of retirement, but I was completely disconnected from Greg.

  That green abomination of a system had planned the perfect trap for me!

  My bubble of solitude had become a bubble of prison. A really nice one, since I could still drink the day away...

  Alright, this might not be that bad. The green thing, whatever it is, could take care of Greg and deal with him from now on. If anything, I'm more retired then I've ever been.

  So thank you... strange green thing that pretends to be a system. I owe you one.

  I'll get out of this prison, eventually.

  When I feel like it.

  ...

  --------- The Same Admin as last time ---------

  "That's fine. I can deal with an adult of my species soon enough." The Dark Lord Azurath spoke with confidence that made everyone pause.

  "What do you mean?" My boss asked, as they had taken it upon themselves to speak to the Human.

  "Oh nothing much, just that I'll be able to not just contend with the faker, but completely thrash him." Azurath spoke smugly.

  "How? He's level 9999 and you're level 6." My boss was baffled, and honestly I was too.

  "So? Levels for our species doesn't mean all that much. Some care, but most could be level 100 and be on par with a level 9999+ being." Everyone in the room gawked at the Human.

  "He has to be lying. A child's boast, nothing more." A voice to my left said, speaking to another in a hushed tone.

  "A boast, sure. But I'm not lying." The Human spoke in reply, having somehow heard the rebuttal.

  "Could you give us some examples? Things you could learn to do before level 20 or 50?" A new voice asked, someone from the Skills development department.

  "Gladly! So at level 10, I should be able to be in multiple places at once. Not through teleportation, speed, time travel, or anything. I can simply just be there while simultaneously somewhere else." The Dark Lord Azurath was smiling. I couldn't see it, but I could hear it in his voice.

  "Impossible! That's paradoxical! We would never make such a Skill." The leader for the Skill department spoke out in outrage.

  "Skill? It's not a Skill. We can just do it." He nodded, like it was fact. Maybe it was.

  "Preposterous, then why didn't the invader do that?" Another voice called out.

  "Why do you think I call him a faker? He's not Human." Everyone went silent at that.

  'Not Human? How? The System is never wrong, but if that's the case...' My thoughts were racing, and I could tell everyone else was either confused or freaking out.

  "That implies The System was wrong with it's assessment. That's not possible." Someone spoke and I shook my head.

  "The invader resisted all of our attacks, completely nullifying them and even harmed us. That shouldn't be possible in of itself." I spoke out, and I saw the Human nod to itself.

  "Exactly! Plus, I'm a young Human and I was taller than he was! He's clearly just pretending to be Human." The Dark Lord Azurath spoke, and almost everyone who was on the fence joined his side.

  "If the invader, this faker isn't Human, then what is it?" My boss asked and the Human shrugged.

  "I don't know. It was strong, sure. But it's only as strong as a typical level 9999 being could be. If a Human reached that point, we'd just create our own universe." A few of us gasped at that.

  "That's impressive and all, but you're level 6 right now. Besides what you can do at level 10, what else can you do?" My boss got the conversation back on track.

  "Humans get something new every 5 levels or so, sometimes sooner. At level 15, there's a chance I'll either be able to create life, modify another being, or both. level 20 is roughly when I'd learn how to slip in between dimensions, as in 1d 2d 3d 4d and so on. I was kinda just plopped here before I could fully learn what my species is capable of, but I should be able to tell you what's what later." The Human spoke, and it's truths were mind boggling.

  There was no known species that could just naturally do these things. Truly, the Human species was equally unknowable, unnatural, and immeasurably powerful.

  "If Humans are this powerful, then why don't we see more of your kind?" My boss asked, more out of curiosity than interrogation.

  "That's easy, because there is a tiny almost nonexistent amount of Humans in the multiverse." He spoke, and it made sense.

  The more powerful a species was, the less it reproduced. If these 'Humans' could do all these things, then there must be a mere few thousand in total.

  The room was filled with whispers as everyone spoke to their neighbor about the words spoken by the Human.

  ...

  --------- Greg ---------

  I was lying of course.

  Straight up bullshit.

  I didn't know a single fucking thing about the universe or the greater multiverse.

  However, the fact that these Admins had no one in the group correct what I was saying meant one thing.

  They didn't know dick about it either. I felt like a scammer talking to an isolated tribe about the power of the United States of America.

  I felt a little bad about gaslighting them, but I wasn't really lying either. If I didn't know if it was true or false, but thought it was true, was I really lying?

  No.

  It was just a simple misunderstanding.

  I had to contain myself, to keep from laughing at their expressions.

  I couldn't really read the weird black blobs of void or whatever they were, but it was funny to watch the massive star sized slimes jiggle animatedly to each other.

  It was almost too easy, which is weird. Because they should definitely know more about the multiverse than I do, but at the same time they've never even seen a Human.

  'Just how far from home was I?'

  "I think that's everything I know. If I figure out anything else, I'll let you know. For now I think I should head back and train." I offered to the room, as I didn't know where the leader was located.

  "Yes... Yes I think that will be all. Thank you for your time, and thank you for agreeing to help. Farewell." The same voice answered, seeming a bit off kilter before I was sent back to the spot I was.

  The weightlessness left me as I stood back in my city, right on the threshold of ruined and pristine streets. The sight reminded me why I was annoyed earlier. With a sigh, I crumpled the corpse into a tiny ball and shot it way off into the distance.

  Having dealt with the trash, I was now left with actually coming up with some kind of training. I could just level up as fast as possible, which I could do now that Jerald was MIA. He had shrunk down the amount of XP when I nuked that planet. There was one glaring problem that I wanted to deal with first though.

  'My body is way too weak. Just a couple of smacks killed me instantly. I need to toughen up.' I rubbed my helmets chin in thought.

  I could become immune to fire by going into a star myself, starting at the surface then going deeper and deeper into the big ball of burning gas until I reach the center. That just leaves magic and physical attacks.

  Maybe if I do what I did to the faker, using my Dimensional Gate Skill to tear myself apart, I could probably get at at least resistant to it.

  Physical attacks are pretty easy to deal with. I find some empty rock of a planet, zoom around until I reach some insane speed, then smack directly into the surface. Just gotta pulp myself over and over and I can brute force my way through a planet and not get a scratch.

  It might even strengthen Jimmy as well!

  "Oh yeah, it's all coming together." I chuckled darkly and rubbed my hands together in anticipation.

  I moved to swish a cape I didn't have (I'll get one later) then Gated to the nearest star, the one in my solar system.

  Time to take this just a tiny bit more seriously.