"SAY WHAT?!!!!" Akasha yelled, his voice splintering through the void as he just had his entire world flipped upside down, literally, the words tasting like shattered glass on his tongue.
"M-my mother? Okay maybe I have some super strong mom that couldn't be with me through life because of some crisis in some higher realms, the kind of cosmic war that scorched stars and silenced gods.
Or maybe the last of some near extinct race that had sealed powers or something, but an illusion? To understand the lesser things of life?" Akasha ranted, his thoughts tumbling like debris in a storm as he was trying to make sense of everything, the sheer absurdity wrapping around his mind like chains, he totally forgot about the birth thing, the word itself now a distant echo.
After a brief silence that stretched thick and heavy, pressing against his eardrums like deep water.
'Fuck it'
"Sooooo, what's next in my O so glorious life?" He spoke; his voice laced with bitter sarcasm while still being surrounded in utter darkness that clung to his skin like cold, viscous oil.
[....]
'Really? no questions about being born? or the whole beginning of time shebang.... Heh, if only he knew how strong mother was.' The spirit thought internally.
[Well, next step is to be born...but before that you need to understand somethings first. And I'm so happy that you at least were able to read all those stolen novels, so this would pretty quick!]
"Okay, so what do I need to know?" Akasha said after hearing the seductive voice once again, its timbre slithering through the dark like warm smoke. 'After living that... illusion, every scar and hunger a crafted lie, what's the worst could happen now?' He thought internally, the words a quiet fortress in his mind.
'~Fufufu~ you're lucky you have such a benevolent mother, her love vast as the cosmos itself' The spirit thought as she listened to his inner dialogue, a soft, melodic chuckle rippling unheard.
[Well firstly, those novels were purposedly added to the illusion so that you could have a more open mind when you are born, their worlds seeded like stars in your subconscious. Everything and I mean everything 'Fantasy' is real.
From cultivation, superpowers that crackle in the blood, dungeons yawning with ancient shadows and glittering treasures, xianxia worlds where immortals duel atop clouds, Gods and more]
"And what else?" Akasha asked seemingly taking everything calmly.... a little to calmly, his pulse a steady drum beneath the surface.
'All this bullshit, according to this spirit I haven't even been born yet, and she or whatever it is, is already info dumping me.' Akasha thought internally after listening to the spirit's monologue, the words piling like mountains in his skull.
'The fuck? I'm literally on your side, guiding your fragile spark, and you're internally cursing me?' The spirit thought while slowly losing her cool, a faint tremor of irritation threading its essence.
[Okay fuck it, you will be born in around 30 minutes, the countdown is already ticking. You will be able to choose the type of world you are born into along with your race and all basic info you decide to choose. Such as any cheats you want or anything you can think of.]
[You only have three wishes to start your life so use them well. Courtesy of your benevolent mother of course.] The spirit said totally skipping the introduction bullshit, its voice cutting straight to the core like a blade through fog.
*Silence*
[.....]
Ahem Ahem
Akasha cleared his throat, the sound raw and abrupt in the stillness.
"H-HUH?!!!!"
"You're bullshitting me, right?" Akasha asked as his life views has been on a rollercoaster for the past hour, twisting and plummeting through loops of madness.
[....]
"HELLOOOO?!!"
"You know what?"
"Fuck it, let's just start."
'~Fufufu~ hmmm I wonder what your true appearance will look like once you're out of this egg, the shell thinning with every heartbeat' The spirit thought as she slowly floated in the cosmos.
Yes.... an egg.
But this egg was everything one could imagine. Literally, whatever you imagine to be the most divine, its surface pulsing with iridescent veins of pure light, the most beautiful, colors shifting like auroras trapped in crystal, the most eternal, its aura humming with the weight of eons.
And after so long of waiting, since the beginning of time to be exact, when the first void stirred with promise, the egg was finally cracking, faint lines spiderwebbing across its flawless expanse.
Crack Crack Crack
[~Well let's begin~]