Once again I am reminded how difficult it is to create and not to destroy.
But I was also reminded of just how agonizingly slow it was.
I had a small orb of antimatter roughly 0.00052 inches inches in diameter, which looked like a sphere of rock since I was using the atomic blueprint of mundane stone for this process, and it was floating lazily in front of me as I lounged on my couch. Completely invisible to the normal naked eye.
It didn't take that long to create. No, not at all.
Just 5 fucking hours of nonstop focus. Putting the atoms together in the proper sequence to create something and not just some formless gas.
This sucks.
Genuinely.
"961 billion points to create a pebble my ass!" I sighed at how stupid and naive I was. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.
I hated every single second after the first 10 minutes. It was cool and sick as hell to watch with my senses, but I got bored after the 'puzzle' was solved.
The worst part was that I didn't even know if this would work against the faker. He was some unknowable entity that had my face.
And also a huge asshole.
"What kind of prick just kills you as soon as he see's you? Unbelievable." I huffed as I continued to make more and more antimatter to make the orb just a tiny bit bigger.
Thankfully, with all of this time being wasted on this no longer beneficial training, I had come up with some ideas while watching shitty alien television. Cable even in another universe sucked ass.
First idea I had was to create or copy a monster core completely out of antimatter. Protect it with my life, and when I inevitably 'lose' it to him, it should erase his hand as he tries to grab it.
Key word should, because I have not the slightest clue as to what the faker is capable of. I don't have any other way to attack though, since pretty much every form of attack that has been tried failed. So what could I do if this doesn't work? And if it does, can I make more antimatter fast enough to actually use against him?
No answer came to me, so I kept making more antimatter while doing...
"Oh my fucking GOD! I'm SO STUPID!!!" I screamed in anguish as I put my face in my hands.
I writhed in my self hatred like the worm I am does on the sidewalk when it rains.
'I have multiple versions of myself. Literally HUNDREDS. I could just have them do it while I play or whatever.' I berated myself some more as I banged my head against the back of the couch.
"Whatever. I'm just not used to this power yet." I told myself, and got my act together.
I increased my number of current existence instances slowly, going one at a time. Just filling the tower full of empty rooms with versions of myself. They were all the same instance of me, so I had to adapt to the surge of additional senses.
It only took seconds to get used to it though, even as the number of instances hit the max of 972. Since I could already sense everything with my new Skill in this entire solar system, it really couldn't be any worse.
While 970 versions of me, barring the one hanging out with the kuppens and the 'real' me, created more antimatter all at once I could do whatever I wished. Kind of. Only problem with my setup is that these are not clones but actually direct instances of myself, which means I was still actively focusing on the task at hand but just not as much as I was.
We also shared the same Energy pool, but for some reason we could all create different full instances of antimatter and matter. A pleasant surprise to say the least.
There was one thing this allowed me to do, and that was create more antimatter at a ridiculous rate. My Energy regeneration hit it's maximum few hours ago, so now I could actually create way more of it at quite frankly ludicrous speeds.
"I really am an idiot." I sighed as I realized that I truly am God's dumbest fool.
I could have been making absurd amounts of antimatter so long ago, but I kept going at it the slow way because I was too busy trying to distract myself from the task.
While I sulked about the wasted time and down right foolishness, I got to work taking all the antimatter I was now creating at super speed and put it all away in the under city. Where one instance of myself corralled it into one collection suspended in a Telekinetic vacuum away from all other matter. A tiny orb suspended in the air and protected.
Each instance had a Gate that would take the antimatter, and soon the amount I had to work with was astronomical.
Is what I would just love to say, but I was creating maybe 12.61 quadrillion atoms of antimatter every second, or 970 red blood cells. That's how small this was.
"Alright, I need a new plan." I sighed as I stared at my tiny little speck of nothing before Gating it to the collection.
This was not going to work. I could not create a fake core with so little antimatter. In fact the best I could do would be to shoot tiny cells worth of atoms at the guy every second and eat through his body in a battle of attrition. Or maybe Gate the antimatter directly into his brain?
'That could work...' I drummed my fingers on my knee as I pondered.
The faker at least looked human, so it should be possible to at least critically injure him. If that fails then I could probably do what I did way back on Gahlora and open a tear to make my Energy go above it's limits.
"...No, it's not like I could draw out enough from just a tear to do that. I'd have to go inside it but that also counts as leaving the universe, and doing that will just straight up kill me. For good." I tilted my head from side to side as I tried my best to come up with a solution.
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'Over 4 thousand Stat Points in intelligence and I can't come up with a single thing. If only Jerald were here to give me a hint or something.' I laid back on my couch and kicked my feet.
I could still feel Jerald in my mind from when I woke up from my catatonic state, but he's completely unreachable. Like he's just beyond this reality or my mind is completely separated from everything else. It was so frustrating, to have all this power and still feel powerless.
"Fuck it, I'll just do something else until the faker shows up." I grunted as I stood and stretched out.
With my new senses, I could feel everything in my planet. That included more Jimmy buried within the crust of the world below. The senses went all the way down into the core and beyond, but it was so strange that Jimmy could only be found in the crust. That isn't to say there wasn't a lot of him, because there was still an incredible amount to be found.
Gating myself to space right above the planet, I looked down at it. Just watching the clouds swirl as a storm brewed several thousand miles away from my city. It was a pretty sight, and it was mine. I'd fix up the surface after what I was about to do.
I reached out with my Telekinesis, trying something I had not before. At least not on such a large scale.
Grabbing every vein of Jimmy hidden in the crust, I forged the metal in it's cradle. Once it became soft enough, I forced it all to flow up through the ground and rock. In mere moments I had every single bit of sleeping Jimmy metal floating in front of me. A small tiny moons worth of metal.
I could feel how the surface down below wanted to cave in on the now empty spaces, but I smoothed everything down gently. Not letting the surface change too much from my sudden and violent mining expedition.
The metal was starting to wake up now, so I gave Jimmy an order I felt he could manage.
"Claim it." I watched on as tendrils from my suit flowed out and brushed up against the massive ball of metal.
It took time, but Jimmy guided the metal to wakefulness. This made him very hungry, so I started pumping some Energy into him to feed him right back up.
"Good boy! I hope that wasn't too hard?" I pat my arm, the suit wiggling slightly.
I had expected the massive collection of metal to be a bigger instance of Jimmy, but surprisingly Jimmy had absorbed every little bit of it. He hadn't even grown an inch, and yet every bit of metal was gone.
Jimmy was really fucking weird.
But he's my pal, so he get's a pass.
"That didn't go as I expected, but that's one thing out of the way and done with. Now what?" I muttered to myself.
I was hoping that would have taken longer to do, but having it done so fast was also a plus. However, we were right back to square one.
Trying to come up with a plan to defeat the faker.
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--------- Greg, "The Faker" ---------
My torso thudded against the marble floor of my castle.
My blood would have soiled it if I was not perfect.
But I was, so the floor was blessed if anything from my escape.
"My Lord?!" A lesser being happened to be near where I made my entrance.
Convenient, but not exactly what I was looking for.
Oh well, it would have to do.
The servant, a tall purple skinned hairless cat like creature that mimicked humanity with it's bipedal form, ceased all movement as it's eyes melted from it's head.
The servant did not collapse as the controlling parasite planted in it's brain forced it to walk towards me. Where the other creatures within the servant ate away at what was not needed anymore.
The body collapsed near me and our blood mixed as centipedes latched onto my torso. Bringing the two halves together.
My perfect body took onto the new host, and promptly rewrote the genetic code to match my own.
Purple skin mutated and changed, becoming perfectly pink and rosy.
The tail fell off, as if it was simply cut.
The limbs shortened to better fit a human such as I.
I stood, human and whole once again as my new body consumed the impure parasites. They were not needed anymore.
Stripping out of the old servants attire and using them as rags to clean my body, I made my way through my grand halls.
"Clean that mess up, and bring me my robes." I sneered, my voice carrying out through the entire castle.
The servants would clean it, having heard my orders.
I walked further into the white pearly castle, perfect as it was in every way.
It was silent except for my own footsteps, and smelled gently of lavender.
The sun was setting, and the light made the hall glow orange and gold as it reflected off the polished white marble.
A servant came running, holding onto my white clothes with their disgusting little claws.
Taking the robes, I brushed the servant aside. Squashing them against the wall like the mere insect they were for the crime of seeing my naked form.
Doing so usually helped ease my sour moods, but not this time.
My eye twitched as I continued my leisurely walk towards my chambers.
I needed a plan.
No creature has harmed me in such a way in eons.
It was unacceptable.
Worse yet, it was done by the least human Greg I had ever seen.
With those grotesque lengthy limbs and thin stretched out appearance.
It even dared to have some kind of alien as an article of clothing.
'What a ridiculous thing.' I growled to myself, grumbling.
The alien seemed to be immune to all mundane attacks I threw at it.
I did not take it seriously enough. I was perfect, so I knew when I had made a mistake.
But perfect beings do not make mistakes lightly, something is wrong with the fundamentals of that universe. For such a thing to be possible.
"Oh~? Darling, you're back?" The voice of one of my lovers asked as I entered the chamber.
"Silence." I ordered, and she spoke no more.
She was perfect, with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Beautiful, and she knew her place. As all perfect beings do.
I ignored her as I made my way to my office, closing the door behind me.
Books and tomes, along with a simple holographic interface built into the desk, it was the perfect office.
All of this universes knowledge, along with every other universe under my control, is built into this interface.
Sitting down in my chair made from the leather of my softest servants, turned into a soft purple chair, so they could serve me even after death.
Opening the interface, I began to take my stress out on the lesser universes. The ones with no humans in them.
The ones used for breeding slaves.
I tortured and inflicted pain on masses of imperfect things with simple button presses.
A perfect hell of my own design, housing those unfit to even be in it's walls.
So I punish them for the sin of even existing.
As a perfect being should.
This gave me little comfort, but my mind could wander and scheme.
I could come up with a plan to deal with the false human later.
All I needed was some inspiration.
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Status:
I plan on hopefully getting this arc or whatever wrapped up by chapter 50 btw, so we got like 4 weeks left.
Should there be a Book 2, or are we getting to the point the story should wrap up for good?
