Godslayer's Legend

75  Interlude 3 – New Moves are Made

In an entirely white space, with occasional black balls that looked like dots floating in the air, two beings were seated opposite each other

There was a chessboard atop a table in between them and unlike normal chess boards with 16 pieces per side, this one had twelve.

To be exact, 11 pieces were on each side of the board and one of the pieces had been removed from each side.

The c1 and c8 pieces respectively.

On one end was a dark man, dressed in his usual three-piece suit with a hat to match.

His face was as ever-changing as usual, showing different expressions every second.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow as the expressions on his face all turned to ones of amusement.

He looked at the woman opposite him and spoke.

"Grandmaster already, faster than I thought."

The woman who was wearing her usual white gown, with a white shawl, tucked part of her long white hair behind her ear and spoke with an enchanting voice.

"As expected of that person."

The man stared at her in silence for a few moments, his ever-changing faces all sporting a mischievous grin.

One that did not go unnoticed by the woman opposite him.

"No."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"I can tell whatever you want to say would be nothing short of a proclamation of your intention to interfere."

"Do you perhaps have the power to read my thoughts?"

The man asked with feigned surprise. The woman, however, just silently picked a few of the floating black dots and began juggling them in her hands. After a few moments of silence, she finally replied to him while still juggling those black dots.

"You know full well I do not, peering into each other's thoughts is one of the things we cannot do.

It's just that I've known you long enough to predict your thoughts even in my sleep."

"You sleep?"

"I occasionally simulate the action of sleeping, it feels nice."

He stared at her with looks of pure confusion, however, she ignored this and continued juggling the black dots in her hands.

Eventually, she stopped and picked a random one, leaving the others to continue floating, she stood up and spoke to him.

"I have things to do, don't interfere when I'm not looking."

"How can I? You're always looking."

"Hmm… good point."

She disappeared afterwards leaving the man who began laughing lightly.

"Even if I don't interfere, it'll eventually end the way I want."

He then looked at the chessboard and moved the f8 piece on the board two steps further.

He then disappeared afterwards.

In the empty space, the f1 piece moved two steps forward, in response to his earlier movement.

A man dressed in black, seated atop a throne made from the bones of various beings of various races stared at the night sky above him while running his hands through his black hair.

The area surrounding this man was filled with the corpses of tens of millions of beings of various races and genders.

Each and every one of these corpses were mutilated all over and the facial expressions on the dead beings showed how much pain and fear they went through in the few moments that led up to their deaths.

The corpses closest to him were in the worst states, that was expected, after all the bones that made up the throne the man was seated on came from them.

Elves, high pixies, dragonoids, satyrs, sirens, lamias, kobolds, ogres, trolls, giants, liches, gnolls, demons and many others.

Legions upon legions of these beings were all slaughtered by this man, and his reaction after completing this great massacre was-

"Boring...."

-he felt bored.

The auras of hundreds of laws poured out endlessly from his body, so many laws that it would take over an hour just to count them all.

He raised a hand and flicked his fingers towards the night sky, the next moment a few stars glowed brighter for a while before disappearing.

14:55

This was followed by waves of gamma radiation that could wipe out an entire planet's worth of humans in a few minutes.

Nevertheless, this man still had the same bored expression on his face as he watched this happen. He then closed his eyes and fell asleep on the throne of bones in the middle of the corpses.

He remained like this for a few hours before one of the corpses crossed over to the realm of undeath and began walking the earth again.

As if on cue, all the other corpses began rising up one by one, becoming undead variants of their original races.

The energy that rolled off their bodies was at least twice of what they possessed when they were alive.

Within a few minutes, most of the numerous corpses had risen from the dead and become undead.

As most undead showed great hatred for the living, this undead did not show much difference as they all simultaneously turned to the only living being in the area.

The hatred they held towards him was more than just the hatred an undead would hold towards a living being.

Whether instinctively or not, they seem to realize that he was the one responsible for their deaths in the first place and attempted to get revenge with their newfound powers as undead.

****GRRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

An ogre undead roared loudly and waved the staff in its hands causing tens of thousands of magic arrows to materialize in the air.

Each and every one of these arrows contained enough power to flatten the planetoid they were on multiple times over.

However, before it could gesture for these arrows to fire, the seemingly sleeping man finally opened his eyes.

"Noisy."

That was all he said.

Just one simple word infused with magic power.

The effects, however, were not so simple.

The tens of thousands of magic arrows floating in the air faded away like they were never there in the first place.

Some undead turned around and saw the Ogre that cast those arrows gradually turning to dust right before their very eyes.

However, they never got the chance to turn back.

That was because they too had begun turning to dust at a time they did not know.

And like so, contrary to the hours it took for all these powerful undead to rise, it only took a few seconds for them to all be wiped out.

Staring at the undead turning to dust, the man on the throne of bones withdrew the essence of the law of necromancy that was wildly pouring out of his body.

That was the reason the corpses became wild undead in the first place.

His enormous aura of necromancy sped up a phenomenon that should have taken decades, if not centuries to accomplish.

He just wordlessly stared at the undead until they all turned into dust.

"Ah!"

Exclaiming lightly, he hit his fist against his palm and stood up from the throne, the bored expression on his face was gone completely.

"Why don't I just descend personally? Nahh...causality would not let me.

In that case, I can just use an avatar?"

He stretched out his right hand and energy poured out of it before condensing into a single point and forming a small translucent bead.

The bead then dropped to the floor before expanding as the energy inside it increased exponentially. Within a few minutes, it had become a giant cocoon, one pulsing with black lines all over it.

Humming happily to himself, he began waving his hands as an orchestra conductor would as the essence of various laws danced around in response.

"Darkness, death, fire, curses, decadence, vitality...that should be all right."

His obsidian eyes then began glowing with a dangerous light as enormous amounts of energy poured out from him into the cocoon once again.

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This time it did not stop until the cocoon had absorbed energy to its limit, it then cracked open to reveal a humanoid avatar that had the exact same looks as the man.

The only difference, however-

"Ah! I forgot about clothes."

-it was naked.

He waved his hand and the avatar was instantly clothed in similar garments to his, he then repeated this action, creating a giant space rift beside him.

"Alright, go cause some chaos so I can be entertained."

With those orders, the avatar nodded and wordlessly walked into the rift.

"Things are going to be very, very fun."

After saying that, he smiled and sat back down on his throne while staring at the incomplete night sky.

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At an unknown point in the chaotic void, a being who was floating around in space, stopped their movements and looked in a certain direction.

The being was dressed in all black, with a hood above their head obscuring their face from sight.

Two dots, glowing in an iridescent light could be seen from inside the hood as the being stared towards the direction of a certain universe where a dangerous existence just descended.

||For. Balance.||

The being spoke those two words, their gender being indiscernible from their voice, before turning around and waving their left hand, creating a gigantic space rift in front of them.

Entering into that rift, the being drifted away, into the cosmos far beyond.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

_michael

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