Reaching level 7 didn't give me anything new, but that was to be expected.

  I had made reaching level 10 feel like such a big deal to the Admins, so that likely altered how I would get my usual power ups.

  Reaching level 10 would be a big deal though, and not just because of my gaslighting. Level 10 is where I get another 'present' from the green system, like I did at level 5.

  My current plan for hunting monsters was to just float around the wilderness and use some rocks at absurd speeds. Proudly returning to my roots embedded in the U.S of A to bomb the shit out of the locals.

  There's something about using a tiny pebble to absolutely decimate several ten's of acres worth of land in one go. Like my cave man brain is happy to see rock throwing come so far.

  Something I did forget about was the fact almost all of my XP is siphoned into my soul, so even with the absurdly leveled monsters I get around 100 XP per kill.

  So it took a loooong time to reach Level 8, then longer to Level 9.

  I stopped hunting monsters when I was just at the cusp of Level 10, since I wanted to be at home when it happened.

  In case things got weird again.

  My genius plan involved abducting some monster, Gating it back to my suite in the city, then killing it before teleporting the body into deep space.

  Once done, I laid back on my couch and waited for whatever gift this thing had in store for me. It only took a few seconds to begin.

  I stared at the window, too shocked to really process what I was reading.

  "Holy hell..." I muttered as my eyes were glued to the altered Rewards.

  I didn't know what a Soul Cultivation tier was, nor did I care about that.

  I was staring at the absurd amount of Skill Points, Stat Points, and some unknown biological trait being added to my Skills.

  Bringing up my status, I scrolled through it quickly.

  The name Everywhere and Nowhere told me it was likely the bullshit I spouted at the Admins.

  About being able to simply be in more than one place at once.

  I had expected a Skill, not some 'biological trait'. What does that even mean?

  I stopped thinking about it when I realized that I had said something along the lines of "who said anything about Skills?" like a fucking dumbass. I hadn't considered what would happen if I got the ability not through normal means.

  My body was elongated weirdly when I hit level 5, now I just gave the green light to have it altered again to do something paradoxical.

  "There's no way it works like I think it does, right?" I tried to calm myself down, reasoning that it couldn't be something as outlandish as I said it would be.

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  "Oh my God it is." I braced my body as I prepared for some kind of alteration to be done to my body.

  Some horrible mutation to make me even less of a human then I already am. Only...

  That didn't happen.

  Nothing happened.

  I sat up and looked myself over, and saw no difference at all. Then curiosity got the better of me and a little voice started making comments.

  'You should try it. It might be fun, or even cool.' That little devil whispered it's tempting words.

  I would resist such things though, as I am a grown man who has self contro-

  'Pussy.'

  I used the Skill trait thing.

  My vision became strange as I was now sitting next to myself. I could see from both perspectives as I looked to my right and to my left at the exact same time. I was looking at a tall, unnaturally lanky space man sitting on some fancy couch. Jimmy was also affected by my Skill, since my copy wasn't naked.

  "Neat." Both of me said.

  "Shouldn't you be a clone or something? Wait no, that's wrong. You're still the same me, just in a different place." We both spoke in the same instance, our voices perfectly harmonized.

  As an experiment, I tried to move only one of me and it took a moment to separate my will from one body to another enough to move it. In only a few seconds, I was controlling my two selves like I was moving my right hand independently from my left, while they both did something different. It felt similar to how I imagine ambidextrous people felt.

  "Cool." Both bodies spoke, and this time it was on purpose.

  Another experiment proved that one body dying killed the other, as I forced the heart to stop on the new one and it killed the old me as well. Death reset the Skill, since I can't use physical based Skills, or Traits in this case, when I'm just a soul. So I was back to being in one place.

  The extra body simply vanished. Like it never existed in the first place. The Skill was neat, but I was struggling to come up with a valid reason to use it.

  'Damn. I should have gone with a gaslight for killing things with just intent.' I sighed and moved onto a new distraction.

  I opened the Skill Shop.

  "...What?" My brow twitched as I nervously read and re-read the new Skills.

  Mostly just one of them...

  I was stuck in a mental loop as I restrained myself from impulsively buying Minor Reality Manipulation. This weird ass system is offering me control over reality itself, a minor amount, but actual real control over it.

  At the cheap cost of basically every single Skill I care about and more.

  I needed to know what I was getting myself into, so I checked the more detailed information.

  "It's beyond broken." My voice was a mix of awe and shock at the description.

  I had 160 Skill points. It costs 25 to buy and upgrade, so it would only take 100 Skill Points to reach Maximum, whatever that entails. Even after that, I'd still have 60 points to put into... nothing.

  There would only be the one Skill left over! This will consume every single Skill I have, barring Jimmy's Skills. My best bet would be to spend 60 Skill Points on a few important Skills, then use the last 100 to get the Minor Reality Manipulation Skill.

  'Would it still be Minor Reality Manipulation if I get it at Maximum?' I really wanted to know, so I prepared my Skills for the purchase.

  That little devil in my head was winning a lot of fights today, but I wouldn't let it win over me when it came to selecting what Skills to upgrade before going full Eldritch god.

  "Alright, best not to waste this really fucked opportunity. What do I upgrade now for this to be as good as possible?" I talked to myself as I paced around my living room.

  It says all Stats relating to the Skills will be tripled upon leveling it up, does that only apply to actual Stats or the levels of the Skills? If it applies to everything related to the Skills being consumed, then I could go for Everywhere and Nowhere and make it lvl 61. Triple that number 4 times and you get... 4,941. I could have 4,941 instances of myself all at once.

  I don't need that many of me though, at least not for this up and coming fight with the faker. Especially when I die if even one of them does, since they're not clones but actually me. That Skill is last on the list of upgrades then. If all the Skills are tripled each time, then what do I even need to put this 60 points in? Telekinesis? Eldritch Energy?

  'Wait... I like that. That'll work nicely.' I smiled to myself slyly as I thought about the things I could do with an even higher number of Energy and even more control with my Telekinesis. So I split the Skill Points up amongst the 2 Skills, keeping them even with each other.

  With both the Telekinesis and Eldritch Energy Skills up at lvl 40, that leaves me with 11 spare points. An uneven number, something only good for being dumped into some already uneven Skill.

  With a shrug, I plopped the remaining points into Everywhere and Nowhere. Bringing it up to lvl 12.

  Confirming my selection, I was hit with an insane amount of vertigo as I suddenly felt everything around me and within.

  My Telekinetic sensitivity pushed well beyond the limit of just molecules now. I could sense what could only be electrons, the sheer quantity in just 5 inches of my body would have been enough to fry my brain. Except I could feel them all within several thousands of feet in the shape of a sphere, with me in the center.

  As if that wasn't enough, my dumb ass just had to expand his Energy pool by several magnitudes. My chest felt impossibly heavy, like some small stone in my heart just grew several thousands of times in size. With it's weight crushing me down into nothing.

  I was collapsed on the floor of my suite, doing my absolute hardest to just breathe.

  I wasn't being restrained by something, the weight wasn't real. My Telekinetic sense was helpful in proving that to me as I felt literally everything in my body function at well beyond the cellular level.

  It took minutes for my Environmental Adaptation to catch up to my speedy development, and eventually everything went back to normal.

  Well not normal, just manageable to the point where I could act normal. Where I wasn't bothered by the new sensations quite as much as I was.

  "Fucking hell that sucked." I groaned as I finally got my ass off the floor.

  I sighed and sat back into the couch, rubbing my face as I got ready to go through that shit all over again.

  The Skill called to me, and I knew I was going to need it if I wanted to eliminate the threat. The faker warrants the need of extreme overkill.

  So I slapped my face a few times and focused up.

  Then I hesitated, and decided to distract myself with checking my new Energy levels.

  'Oh. 32 quadrillion points of Energy. No wonder I feel so heavy.' I blankly considered the number.

  It was simply too big for me to really visualize what I could do with it now.

  I was already at basically infinite before, but now I felt like it really was endless.

  "Wonder if I could move a planet with this..." I shoved all thoughts about the Energy pool away, and decided to just bite the bullet.

  Gating to the lab, I grabbed the Parabox off it's table.

  Then I bought Minor Reality Manipulation with all the points I had.

  This was, of course, the DUMBEST thing I could have done. For I had not considered that maybe I should wait a while.

  I went catatonic.

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