There are rumors circulating through the multiverse. They spread like unpredictable gunpowder among the Worlds and the Gods. It has always been so, but in most cases the information is distorted and it is very difficult to know what is true and what is a lie. In this case, a truth was beginning to emerge.
In a dark void somewhere deep in the Brood of Worlds, a powerful boundless light was ignited. A bubble guarding the memories of a World was born. Inside that bubble, some humanoid entities stretched out their hands and gave birth to creation.
These beings are Gods, entities responsible for the creation of the Worlds.
Among them there was one that stood out. It was a mechanical being, but with golden light and liquid running through the nine tubes connecting its limbs to its torso. This mechanical god had six arms, two on the sides of his shoulders and four on his back. His helmet was white in color, like the bones of a human, and his eyes showed a slightly bluish white light. His entire body was completely mechanical in pure cyberpunk style, with thin limbs and appendages with elongated, slender fingers. His feet were practically deformed claws and he was slightly hunched over as he went about his work.
"I had already forgotten what it feels like to create a world...," the mechanical god said in the calm voice of an old man. "It's been a few million years... My power is no longer the same as when the Divinity gave birth to me..."
The other gods felt the same way. They had all only created a World once. They had all forgotten how difficult it was to control Order and Chaos to start a World.
So, if they had already created their own Worlds before, why were they creating another one all together? Well, the answer was quite simple and ridiculous. Everyone here is bored.
"Yes... It's been a long time," said a woman. She was beautiful and pale white skinned, with a perfect curvaceous body. She wore a white kimono that matched nicely with the silver color of her eyes. Her black hair got in between one of her eyes as she spoke. "I mentioned the idea so why not? Besides, you look happy, Deus."
"Fufufufu... It's just that it's quite relaxing to have gotten away from that noisy consciousness of my World for a while. He's a very troubled Father of the World. He asks me to create characters to give them really crazy stories and then forgets the lore of his own stories."
"Hahaha!" a prominent male chuckle was heard. "Those guys are the worst. Fortunately, I don't have the same problem. My World has a good story."
This was a man with completely pale skin, tousled black hair with a tuft sticking up in the center of his head. This god wore only a black leather vest with spikes and torn jeans. His outfit was quite dated, but he still looked like a strange combination of a punk and an emo. He also had black painted eyelids and nails, some accessories like piercings, rings and those metal things that really had no real functionality.
"So why are you here, you moron?" another voice said. This time it was a girl's voice. "If you were satisfied with the story your World created, you wouldn't be creating Date a Bullet with us."
This was a girl with short shoulder-length hair, a shiny golden body, with a crimson angel halo hovering above her head. This girl was accompanied by Amaterasu, the most powerful goddess of the Shinobi World.
Amaterasu took a puff of her pipe and sighed a cloud of smoke. "We've been doing the same thing for a long time. The best thing to do is to shut up and do your job. Unless you don't want this event to take place."
"You stay out of this, woman," snorted the punk god. "This discussion is none of your business."
"Ha. Suit yourself. I'm not the only one here who is bothered by your shrieking."
Elsewhere far away in the Newborn World, more gods watched the punk god. This one, in response to the stares, shrugged his shoulders and fell silent. He was not powerful enough to anger others and, despite his renegade and rebellious attitude, he knew when to hold back.
Suddenly, a guttural whisper chilled everyone's blood. Someone spoke in a strange language, too ancient to even bother to understand. Deus, the mechanical god, looked to the center of the world, where a being of Lovecraftian proportions was touching the stage with its monstrous tentacles.
The name of this aberrant god is Pantharion, the most powerful god present in this place. His power is at 1-C on the power scale. His thoughts create realities and his movements put an end to the life of thousands of civilizations. His power was so immense that he single-handedly built his own multiverse by creating his World.
Pantharion said something else in the form of bestial whispers. At that, Deus sighed. He was the only one who understood the language of this ancestral being.
"He says he's going to build the center of the World. He'll put one of his favorite scenarios from one of his many stories and take over the quests for the participants in that area. Maybe the scenario will exceed the 5-B planetary scale."
All of that was very overwhelming for everyone. No one understood how a being of cosmic proportions would be interested in such a mundane machination as that of a hundred gods and dull world consciousnesses. The truth is that Pantharion, like the Mother of his World, is hungry for stories. No one could understand the mentality of this titan. Pantharion was the wisest, oldest and most powerful in this place, but he was also the strangest.
Pantharion was a mass of tentacles and flesh, with dozens of bestial eyes with different animal pupils. Some parts of its body looked like they were made of celestial bodies and in its stomach it had a dying neutron star blinking infinitely.
His tentacles moved and dozens of gigantic stones were formed. The stones began to collide with each other and explode with such intensity that they made this small World tremble. The cosmic dust resulting from the explosions was ready. Pantharion took the cosmic dust between his tentacles and with his monstrous mouth of moon-sized fangs, gave he a soft gasp. Then the cosmic dust compressed into a glowing blue sphere, which Pantharion released into the center of the World.
The sphere, delicate and glowing, compressed further and suddenly expanded. The result of that was beautiful. The other gods were amazed at a work of art of this caliber. In the non-existent sky, dark and full of stars that burst into that darkness, an immense blue star gave birth to the force of gravity. There is cosmic dust floating around, crimson and blue at each end. Beneath that star appeared some scenery from the history the World had created. [image]
A field devastated by World War II. The iconic maximum security prison of Alcatraz. A bloodied psychiatric hospital and more fragments of linked stories. At the same time, two immense portals the size of a mountain opened, where two monsters similar in appearance emerged. These are Apothicon, ancient gods corrupted by the dark aether, closer to chaos than any being here .
Pantharion looked at this with his many eyes and whispered a few words to his companions in this World. Deus nodded as the entire observable World expanded into stars and cosmic dust.
"He says he likes this part of the story very much. In this place four heroes faced a torturous fate that no one can change. He says he will summon those heroes to participate in Date a Bullet."
No one said anything. Pantharion's power was terrifying. Moreover, from the way Deus translated the divine beast's words, one could tell that Pantharion is not a bad guy. And, in fact, Deus confirmed that fact.
"He's nice enough despite the twisted stories he and his World created. I don't know what to say."
"Well, I have a super cool Overlord crown that I earned all by myself," interrupted the Shinobi World, that is, the girl with the angel halo on her head. Her immaturity was obvious. She didn't want to be left behind in this game of egos.
"That god is just bragging about his ability to create Worlds," the silver-eyed woman said. "We all know there are far worse things out there. More than the Divinity has accustomed us to endure."
The multiverse is immense, utterly infinite. In fact, for everyone to call it a multiverse is quite wrong. This Brood of Worlds is something much, much bigger than just a multiverse.
"I don't even care. What I'm still curious about is that crown you mentioned, you shiny brat."
The Shinobi World laughed proudly at the punk god's words. Having this crown gave her a lot of status, but Amaterasu interrupted her World's ego.
"This crown was held by an Overlord who committed suicide. That Overlord was too weak, so I don't understand how he can have a crown."
"Only Rulers wear crowns, don't they. Rulers are too powerful; they are the worst of the worst that exist in the multiverse," Deus said, with some resilience.
If there was one thing they all agreed on at this point, it was the deep disgust, fear and hatred they felt towards the Overlords, beings who destroy the creations of the gods for pure pleasure.
Overlords... Perverse and macabre existences, chosen by Chaos and dominated by the lust for destruction that lives inside their twisted souls. In the entire multiverse, the only ones who can confront these sickly destroyers are the Champions, beings chosen by Order to protect the Worlds.
Suddenly, everyone found themselves sighing as they remembered the most hated beings in the multiverse. Fortunately, the punk god, in view of the fact that he was the one who brought the subject to the table, took it upon himself to break that silence by leaving the scene.
"Hey, handsome! Will you help me create my stage!" said the punk god, addressing Pantharion.
The aberrant god, previously silent, nodded with his whole body and the punk god celebrated.
This machination of deities consumed by boredom had only just begun. More dimensions will be created for this World with different scenarios taken from different stories, all for the participants to kill each other in order to achieve victory and satiate the boredom of the Gods and the consciences of their Worlds.
It seems that the Overlords aren't the only crazy bastards who revel in a little Chaos...
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The Concepts watch silently. They always do, always have, always will...
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-City of Chaos-
Malina typed in front of the screen in desperation. She picked up the bottle of wine beside her and took a large sip of the drink. She kept typing like there was no tomorrow and suddenly screamed throwing the keyboard to the floor.
"Fucking son of a bitch! I'm telling you I need healing! Fucking support!"
When you play a moba it's normal to be consumed by the darkness of it. Malina, who doesn't usually explode in this way, was able to do so thanks to the magic of this genre of video games.
After losing the nexus and losing the game, Malina leaned back in her chair and sighed. 'It's boring to be idle for too long.
'We're running out of units...'
There's no food in the fridge. All the girls have been wearing the same clothes since they left hell and fought heaven and the Goddess. Hopefully there's water and electricity thanks to the Doom Slayer owning this building. No one wants to mess with the guy who distorts reality with his mere presence.
Malina sighed again. Everything is always in the shit.
"What a crap life."
Resigning herself to this, Malina picked up the keyboard from the floor, put it on the table and activated a special button on one of the walls. This place is her room, but it's very messy. It smells like junk food and cheap wine. She was all hikikomori.
When she was ready, she sat down again and went back to typing. The button she pressed earlier activated a satellite that steals the signal from all the planets with electromagnetic characteristics available in the World. This gave her a better view of what is out there in the multiverse. The signals bounce off all the planets and out of the World, colliding with other Worlds and thus giving her this coverage. The bad thing is that the signal is lousy.
She scanned the information flying through the void and whispered, "No Champions killed. Too many Overlords killed... Not many gods creating worlds lately... Nothing new, as usual."
Her eyes were illuminated by the screen. A lot of information appeared in various languages, but she understood them all. She is not a demon for nothing. The little black horns on her albino-haired head gave her away.
"What is this?" she wondered, frowning. She found signs of different gods creating a World. All the information was encrypted due to the presence of an aberrant god, but it wasn't unhackable. "This is going to take forever. How annoying are the fucking gods."
She typed calmly. She moved the mouse on the odd occasion and drank from the bottle of wine. She stayed like that for hours. Those hours turned into days, and when she was finally able to evade security, she began to laugh wryly.
"These damned hypocrites. And then they say people like Luci are the monsters... This multiverse is still just as rotten as ever."
She left the desktop computer on. She opened the door to the room and looked down the long corridors. Then he gathered enough air in her lungs and shouted.
"Lucifer! Hey, Lucifer! I found something you're going to like!"
Malina thought doing this was a pain in the ass, but considering the former CEO of Hell's mental state, this was the best she could do for her. All the girls here have their problems, but the one who showed it the least was the most deranged.
This demonic girl sighed as she noticed that Lucifer did not come to the call. Disappointed and exasperated, she scratched her head and closed the door, but when she was close to closing, Lucifer appeared with a dark flash of black feathers.
"Speak quickly, Malina. I'm busy."
Malina frowned. "You weren't busy. You were drinking chaos mead because you smell of suffering and poison..."
"Aren't you the one living in this stinking dump?"
"... We live in the same place, princess. Huh. I'm not going to stop to argue with you. It's boring. Look at my computer screen and you'll know what I'm calling you for."
"Right. Being you I don't expect anything sexual."
"It's not like I'm Modeus."
Lucifer, with an air of elegance running through her sleek black suit red shirt, walked through the trash. Even in this place, she was still the most beautiful of them all. And that she wears the suit's trench coat over her shoulders, without wearing the sleeves, but this is because this trench coat was her transformed wings.
Seeing on the screen, Lucifer opened her eyes in disbelief. She smiled cynically as she had many ideas in her mind.
"Hey Malina, do you think you can get a live feed of this thing?"
"Did you see Kevin Mitnick's face on me? I don't have that much knowledge to do that. Even if I tried, it would take me forever."
"And what do you need to get it?"
Malina twisted her eyes, exasperated. "If I had a bigger computer and if we replaced the antenna with a much more powerful one, I could get a signal with a few minutes delay. The place where that World is isn't that far away. That's the only way it could work."
Lucifer smiled arrogantly. "Very well. I'll get it all."
"And how are you supposed to do that? We don't have anywhere to drop dead. Don't tell me you're going to steal it."
Putting her hand on Malina's shoulder, Lucifer gave a thumbs up. "He who forgives died on the cross, child. And I'm very spiteful."
"No way," looking at Lucifer more closely, she noticed something. "Are you drunk, that fast?"
"Doesn't the same thing happen to you?"
"No because I don't drink poison."
"Hahaha. What a sourpuss you are, Malinita."
With this fallen angel completely drugged up, Malina didn't know what to do. When Lucifer gets like this it's hard to deal with her. All that was left was for this woman to start crying as usual.
-Nasuverse, Fuyuki-Japan.
It was already quite late at night. At the residence of the almost extinct Tohsaka family, Rin had just discovered a complex riddle left to her by her father as part of her inheritance. She doesn't know what is in the wooden box that holds the riddle, but since it was a memento of her father, she didn't hesitate to try to solve it.
"Sometimes I think you liked to take the hard way," Rin whispered.
Tokiomi was a magus among magus. He knew too many things and, as a magus, he was always looking for ways to reach the Origin Spiral, which led Rin to think that her father always went the hard way.
Back to the riddle, it took Rin half the night to solve it, but when the trunk opened, it let out a large amount of mana that pushed Rin.
She was surprised to see what was in the trunk.
"You knew I would need this, didn't you?"
Rin smiled at her father's gift. In the trunk were many prana imbued jewels of different natures, books of all times and some family heirlooms. All in all, here was everything Rin needed to begin her journey as a magus. What caught her attention the most was a necklace with a crimson jewel.
Rin took the necklace in her hands and admired it silently, but closed her eyes a while later. She was too sleepy. She hadn't slept in days because of all the thoughts related to that event about to start.
So she put it all off until tomorrow. It was time to sleep.
When she closed her eyes in the comfort of her bed, three red spots appeared on the back of her left hand. She had been chosen as Master for the War for the Holy Grail.
Now her fate was sealed and her reunion with her older sister would be imminent....
To be continued...