"He's what?" The purple skinned cat man I call Thunder looked at me like I was some crazy crack addict at the gas station.

  "Your old master is dead. Vanquished by my hand in ritual combat. That makes everything of his now mine." I spoke all regal like, totally not cringing internally at the awkward display.

  "...The master cannot die though?" Thunder spoke evenly but I could feel the warring emotions within his brain, fighting over relief, hope, fear, and dread all at once.

  "He did say that yes, but I summoned death itself to take his soul. He is no more." I nodded sagely as Thunder's fingers twitched nervously.

  Thunder kept staring at me, and I was not looking forward to having this conversation many times over as more and more of his kind woke up. Hell, I had other universes to help as well if what I found in the office is true.

  It had only been about 15 minutes since I got in this castle, and I had already felt numerous people die from various reasons down below. Starvation sitting at the top of those reasons. It was not pleasant.

  Death is a natural thing that occurs many times every second of every single day. It just happens, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

  Everyone knows that of course, but it's something that doesn't weigh heavily on the mind because you don't see it occur as fast as it truly does.

  Except for me.

  I could feel every single atom this planet is made out of, and so I can feel it when a life ends. When their brain stops sending signals and the functions of their body cease completely.

  'Thank you God for giving me the weird emotional blockage thing.' I sent a silent prayer in thanks to whatever gave me this blessing and curse. Not being able to feel much of any negative feeling is a bit strange and dubious in nature, but it is currently the only reason I am still operating mentally at all.

  "What is going to happen to me now?" Thunder asked calmly, but I knew he wasn't.

  "I assume you were his slave correct? Well I have no need for slaves, so I don't need you. Slavery is a silly thing for simple and weak people to make them feel better with some false sense of power." My words, while disinterested and dismissive, were supposed to make Thunder happy.

  It did not.

  "...You will kill me?" He asked with impressive control, because I could feel the pure terror in his brain as everything went into overdrive.

  "No! No. I have no reason to. You are simply free to go. Do tell your friends and previous coworkers that I don't have a need for them and that you are free to do... whatever it is you'll do." I almost broke character, but schooled myself back into it. As I spoke I realized that I didn't really know if letting them go was the best option.

  We were on a literal rock of a planet with barely any working atmosphere and no food.

  "If I find a use for you, I'll let you know." I didn't let Thunder reply as I turned and walked away, my thoughts going a mile a minute trying to come up with a solution to the starvation problem.

  Some of the Korlips decided that they would rather eat the corpses of their fallen than starve, and I had to yet again use Telekinesis to keep the ravenous desperate people from committing cannibalism.

  "I am in way over my head..." I sighed as the stress was starting to reach a point that my negativity blocker wasn't able to hide it completely.

  I wasn't bothered by it, and it was more of a hint that it was there, but that alone is impressive considering how strong the blockage became recently.

  There was a few things I could do. Number 1, drop the Korlips off on my planet and let them go crazy on the wild life. Eating plants and hunting monsters. The issue with that plan is that the monsters are crazy strong and the Korlips have a ruined System backing them, so they lack basically any Skills or Stats for hunting.

  Number 2 would be to try and send an instance of myself back to my planet to do the hunting for them. I need to see if I can exist in multiple universes without my oath seeing it as me leaving/abandoning the current universe without helping it. I don't see why it wouldn't work as long as the main instance is here.

  Number 3 is a bit of a continuation of option 2, and that's to drop this massive problem on the admins. I don't know what I was thinking, but I am severely under qualified to be some kind of savior. Even with my insane power, I am almost purely built for destruction. The admins and their System have been making their universe the safest place I have ever had the pleasure of entering. They would be much better at taking care of this.

  "Yeah, it's time to ask for some help." I straighten my back, and get ready to split my instance of existence.

  I pause before doing so, and decide to try something. Instead of creating an instance next to me then Gating it to my city, I try and create the instance already in the universe.

  For a moment, nothing happens.

  But just after a few seconds after thinking it wasn't going to work, I feel the duplicate instance pop into place right in my penthouse. Like there was some kind of latency for it to arrive. Waiting a bit longer, no issues arise from my test.

  'Hell yeah, that's cool.' I smile to myself before quickly sending that instance on a killing spree. Using Telekinesis to painlessly slaughter several billion monsters, then creating several more instances to rip the monsters apart who then send the meat to this universe. Where it is distributed to more instances that then use the copied Forging Skill to cook the meat as quickly as possible.

  A lot of it gets charred, but I figure out a correct temperature fast enough. In only 2 minutes, half the planet has food to eat with the number growing insanely fast.

  In my haste, I neglected the fact that I would be getting XP from those kills. I freeze up in realization, expecting possibly hundreds of levels at once.

  I stare at the system window with torn emotions. Somewhere between relieved and pissed.

  "Are you serious? One? For that?" I mutter, letting my instances continue their noble job of feeding the people down below.

  I should have expected it really, considering that weird Soul Cultivation stuff got absorbed into it, but I have no clue what that even means. Best guess I could give is that since my Soul Cultivation got 'reset' when I bought the Skill, it fuels how strong of a Skill I can get in the future. So possibly Average Reality Manipulation once I earn enough XP to either level up or reach level 15.

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  That would take years though, unless I go around slaughtering planets upon planets worth of monsters. One single XP for 8 BILLION? Talk about inefficiency, good lord.

  "Oh well, it's not like I need to get stronger anyway. What am I even going to do with my current power? Take over a universe?" I scoffed at the idea but felt my second oath make it's presence known. Like it was judging what I said and found it suspicious.

  "Oh calm down, you'll give me heart burn." I knock on my chest a bit to get rid of the weird lump in my throat, and the oath settled.

  A lot of the Korlips were looking at my instances with suspicion, but even more of them were tearing into the offered meat without even looking up from their meals. It felt extremely weird to be this... demigod sort of figure. Though demigod also didn't feel like the right descriptor. Definitely felt better pretending to be a villain doing whatever he wanted instead of being genuine, and be looked at with suspicion.

  "Be grateful worms! The Dark Lord Azurath has decided to feed you only because dealing with your corpses would be annoying! Now EAT!" My instances roared out, sending their voices out like thunder as they pointed down at the few Korlips who weren't eating around the planet.

  They started eating, if only to avoid looking at me.

  Bringing my attention back to my main instance, I started wandering the halls of the floating castle again. With half a thought, I sent the first created instance back in my city to get the attention of the admins and talk to them about making this their problem.

  All the while the Korlips ate like a bunch of crazies. No self control at all, but it's not like I could blame them. They probably haven't eaten since the faker took over. Several fights tried to break out, but each time I would interfere. Forcefully separating the groups and giving them more food since that was the source of the fighting.

  I was half paying attention to the admins talk, something about not wanting to but making it sound like some reasonable excuse. Then I met with another one of the purple cat folk in the halls.

  "G-greetings lord." A feminine voice spoke up with a bow, so it was not Thunder.

  They all looked pretty similar, but I could see and feel the differences with my weird senses no matter how small. Not like I could tell you if what I saw made them attractive or not for their species. They were a tall alien hairless cat people who wore strange robes and I was human after all.

  "Hm. Has Thunder told you what I told him to?" I asked, forgetting that his name was definitely not Thunder.

  "...Who? Oh! Yes, he has." She spoke hurriedly, not rising from her bow.

  "Sorry, that's what I called him in my mind. Are you hungry?" I asked, knowing she and her other fellows were.

  "N-no! Of course not!" She sounded scared, and was not good at hiding her feelings like Thunder was.

  "...Gather everyone to the mess hall or wherever you eat. Please." I command her, deciding that I'll just feed them.

  "O-okay- I mean- Yes sir! Your lordship!" She stammers while backing away before deciding to just run for it.

  I sighed as I watched her turn a corner, feeling a bit guilty for being this great big villain in their eyes. 'Should I try to be a nice guy from now on? Or is it too late?' I debated internally whether or not it would be more awkward to be myself or continue this act.

  The Korlips don't listen to me unless I'm some kind of evil force they have to listen to, but that's likely due to them being slaves to the faker for so long. Or maybe I'm just arrogant? Why should anyone listen to me?

  "...Maybe I am a bad guy?" I mumble to myself while frowning.

  After that internal monologue, I decide that I don't care anymore. I'm going to pretend to be a villain just so I can keep people from doing stupid shit. Like starting fights or eating their own fallen species. After that hurdle, they can do whatever they want.

  As the purple skinned cat lady gathered her coworkers and friends, I finished up the talk with the admins. They wouldn't help directly but they did give me a System Kernel. When plugged into this universes System will impose it's rules over it, effectively fixing it and making it so this universe works like a proper one once again.

  Removing slavery, helping species get uplifted with magic and tech, all that good stuff they built their System to do for them. Which is probably exactly what I needed.

  I know that I am not a ruler, and I really know that I have no idea what I'm doing, but fixing the System will allow it to run by itself and do basically all the work for me.

  However, as I was thinking about the admins, I started to wonder what happened to this universes admins. It had a System after all, so is it possible that there are admins left to work with?

  An instance popped into existence and started searching through the System window on the desk again, looking for any information about that. At the same time, I found myself walking towards the now collected group of sapient life in the castle. Where I can only assume the cafeteria was, or whatever you called it in a castle.

  Walking through the doors, I noted that everything was dead silent. No talking or shuffling in their seats. The cat people were just... sitting at their tables like they were about to receive a death sentence.

  "...Jeez, you guys don't have to look so down. What do you want to eat? I think I can handle any request." I try to break the awkward silence as all eyes snap to me before looking back down at the tables.

  Silence.

  '...Fine.' I sigh internally and get into character.

  "I wasn't asking if you wanted to eat, I asked what you wanted to eat. Speak any request." I try to sound as mean and menacing as possible, which got a few nervous glances since I doubt I sounded scary at all.

  Curse my silky smooth voice.

  After a couple of moments, I got a few mumbles in response. Some said 'fruit', some said 'meat', most said 'I don't know'.

  Silence returned.

  'Oh my f- Should I just drop them off at a restaurant? Why is this so hard?!' I screamed internally, but ultimately decided that they would get meat like the Korlips.

  "Here, eat this for now. If you have any requests just speak up. Those who did will receive what they asked for." I send my voice through the room, Gating fruit collected from my city's underground farm and giving it to those who said fruit.

  They all seemed too surprised I had given them anything, and even listened to requests, to touch the food in front of them.

  I considered ordering them to eat, but then another thought occurred. I could use this awkward situation to my advantage and just stay silent the entire time. They would eventually eat to get out of the awkwardness, so that's exactly what I would do.

  Walking around the room to the end of a large table, I sat my ass right down in a chair and crossed my legs with my hands in my lap. Simply watching the room.

  Awkward situations are a lot more fun when you're the person creating them.

  It also helps that I can put my focus on the System computer thing in the office instead of actually watching them in silence.

  My hands interfaced with the System keyboard quickly, looking through files and documents, skipping stuff that looked really fucked up to spare myself the pain of knowing what it was. Doing so allowed me to learn that there was in fact admins in this universe at some point, but they were vanished long ago when they killed themselves before the faker could get to them. Yikes.

  'That's out of the equation then. I could probably get any race to be administrator to this System though. It doesn't have to be the weird giant goo people right?' I pondered and liked that idea. I would find someone to replace the admins, and let them do the work for me.

  Genius.

  Now I just needed to find out where the System Kernel was supposed to go. So I Gated it from the version of me that held it to the real me and held it in my hands.

  A blue egg with little lights randomly glowing beneath the plasticky shell made it look like some cheap toy, but it's size and weight spoke otherwise. This thing was a foot and a half tall, and FAT. It weighed around 60 pounds, and I actually assumed it would have been much bigger considering the size of the admins.

  I floated it to my side and let it hang in the air as I went back to digging through the System control panel. It only took a little more digging to discover where the Systems internals and it's inner workings were held. Some pocket dimension being suspended at the center of the known universe. Thankfully there was an image along with the coordinates, so I Gated right there.

  Inside was... a server room. It looked almost identical to any server room you could find back on Earth. The only differences being the shape of the racks that held the computer like structures, the strange box in the corner that glowed red and orange because it had several suns in it, and the fact this room was bigger then 2 solar systems.

  How do I know this? Because I can't feel the edges of the room.

  Hell, I couldn't even feel the floor.

  The racks were just as large of course, the wires the width of 2 planets as they plugged into various ports. All perfectly organized. The sun box in the corner I could see seemed to be the power source for this segment of the room. Or maybe it was just decoration. Hard to tell.

  It was so strange, being able to see walls and surfaces I knew for a fact were well beyond what I should be able to see, even with my broken senses.

  Chalking it up to some weird magic shenanigans, I moved onto flying around and looking for the special place I put the Kernel in.

  ...

  This might take a while.