Rak instantly teleported out of the sanctuary and was floating out in space within Carter’s sor system. Rak started looking around but he couldn't see Carter anywhere.
"I heard my lord, but I don't see my lord... but his presence... is everywhere."
“Rak, fear not. I am here... I am everywhere. I only called you to test something out, so you can just stay where you are for a moment.”
Rak bowed, then stood up straight. “As the Lord wishes.”
Carter stared at Rak for a moment. “Inspect!”
Multiple status screens appeared in front of Rak:
Name:
Rak
Age:
200,000+
Race:
None (Multiple genes detected)
Affiliation
Primordial God Religion
Hostility Level
0%
Stats:
Aether cells
200+
Aether output
3.8 billion+
Celestial energy
8 billion+
Arcane power
0
Muscur strength
8,560
Movement speed
12510(Every thousand is light speed)
Aether abilities:
Elemental fusion
Soul leech
Cell regeneration
Mind control
Cursed aura
Fme manipution
Wind manipution
Nightmare
Celestial Abilities:
Eternal fme
Void step
Astral projection
Cursed eyes
Sor winds
Spatial dent
“His power is pretty impressive. He’s definitely stronger than Fury. His celestial energy capacity is even higher than the amount I used to create him. But what I don’t understand, System, is that I used over 200 incredibly powerful alien equations when forming him, so he should have hundreds of abilities—especially since most aliens have multiple Aether abilities.”
[System]Rak’s power is unique in that he made his Aether cells in a way that allows them to absorb the abilities of others, increasing his Aether output and strengthening his chosen abilities. Having more abilities doesn’t necessarily make one stronger, and Rak understands the value of quality over quantity. Every being typically has only one Aether cell, making this method exclusive to your creations.
Additionally, Rak’s celestial abilities are tied directly to his soul. Beings who can naturally wield celestial energy gain abilities based on their existence—or their soul. Others, like the Shadrax, use celestial energy as a race ability. Even the host cannot surpass this natural order. The abilities avaible to you through the shop are based on your own existence.
“And what exactly is my existence?”
[Information denied]“Sigh... Alright, I guess that’s enough for now.”
Carter was tempted to head into the Skill Shop and purchase everything he could, but as he moved toward the function, something else caught his attention.
No, not yet. Right now, my current god form is far too weak compared to the power I have as a sor system. It’s not enough. I need to create another body. But this time, no flesh. The alien equations I have are too weak to form a suitable vessel. Carter thought.
“System, I want to create a form for myself. Since I don’t intend to add a soul to it and will control it myself, I’m fully capable of creating it without any biological properties, right?”
[System]That is correct. The host is fully capable of creating a usable, non-biological form.“Good. Then create it as I imagine and switch my consciousness into it.”
[System]Celestial energy required for this form: 250 billion.
[Celestial energy deducted.]
Carter's form began to glow brightly, morphing into a radiant white humanoid shape. It curled up, holding its knees, as a semi-formed bubble enveloped it, stopping just at the midpoint of its stomach.
[System]
The process of creating a form of this level could take millennia. To expedite this process, the system must focus solely on its creation, meaning the host will enter a hibernative state until completion. The host simply needs to give the say-so, and the system will resume the process.
Carter contempted the implications of entering a deep sleep. If he was incapacitated when the X3X attacked, the consequences could be dire. "Alright, let's do it. But first, I need to inform my sentinels about my time away."
Switching his consciousness back to his god form, Carter quickly teleported to his pace throne room within his sanctuary, where his chrysalis form floated beside him.
“Your lord calls for you, my sentinels.”
In an instant, all seven sentinels appeared before him, kneeling in a triangur formation.
“Your sentinels are present, my lord,” Rak announced.
“I gathered everyone here to inform you that I will be entering a hibernative state for a while. I may return before the war starts, but I cannot be certain. If I do not awaken in time, the duty of protecting our home will fall to you all.”
The sentinels exchanged gnces, but none showed any signs of dissent.
“As the Lord commands!” they unitedly affirmed.
“Good. While I’m gone, you will be responsible for training my celestial knights and managing my worlds. If you discover any outstanding individuals among them, take them under your wing.”
Carter continued detailing their responsibilities in preparation for the war, outlining what they should do if he didn’t awaken in time.
“Alright, now that we’ve addressed everything, it’s time for me to go. System, resume the creation process.”
[System]
[Resuming creation process of the host form…]
[Putting all system functions to sleep while the process is in effect…]
[Putting host into a hibernating state until the process is complete…]
Carter’s consciousness left his god form and entered his newly forming body. The gactic-colored bubble resumed its ascent, eventually enveloping his entire being and solidifying around him. As Carter’s awareness slowly faded, he realized this was the first time in a long while that he had felt the sensation of sleep.
“This… feeling… it doesn’t feel so bad.”
[System]
[Creation process resumed. [The host has entered a hibernating state.]
Meanwhile, several light-years away, the ship that Carter had released was racing back to urgently inform the X3X of the events that had transpired and the looming threat Carter posed to their existence.
The cockpit was intensely quiet; there were nine crewmen still alive, and they all either sat or stood with tramatized looks on there faces.
“Fu*k, Fu*k, Fu*k, Fu*k, FUCCKKKK, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED.” A crewmate breaking the silence and holding on to this head, pulling out his fur and tapping his feet frantically.
“I don't know either man, but what I do know is we need to hurry the hell up and get to one of the teleporters so we can return to Gaxy 228 and report the camity we saw.” The pilot chipping in.
They all stayed quiet for a while, but the fear was still stuck in their eyes. Some would scream out while resting, and others would lead to self-harm or suicide, leaving behind only the nine in the cockpit.
They made it to what looked like a miniature space station. They flew into the gss orb of the space station, and it closed shut as they entered the entrance. "Well, hurry the hell up and start the teleporter us the hell out of here." The fur-covered crewmate said, sweating franticly.
“Can you wait!? I haven't even put in the coordinates yet.” He added in the coordinates and pulled the lever that's supposed to start the teleporter up, but nothing happened.
The fur-covered crewmate sprung up out of his seat, holding his head. “Oh sh*t.. Oh no no no no, I knew this was going to happen, those bastards!"
"Hey, calm down; it's probably just a glitch, Alright, im going to try again. He was still franticly mumbling, freaking out the other crewmates. As the pilot was about to pull the lever again, a halo projection video popped up in front of them.
A bull demihuman-like creature, his fingers locked on the table, looking at them as if they were strangers.
"Ma-Major lieutenant Trak, we've been trying to get you since forever, That monster you sent us to capture wiped us out completely, even fur—
“Shut up, you think they don't know this.” The fur-covered crewmate yelled, his face void of any hope.
He was just staring at them, not saying anything. He didn't say a word, but they already knew what was coming.
“You served the empire well.” Only words he spoke before cutting off.
They all started franticly crying, while the pilot just held his head up, a single tear running out of his right eye.
“Fuck the empire.”
BOOMM!!
