During the following week, Jeolas spent half his days finding a solution for his mistakes and a way to not reproduce that effect when he next left the waters this body had been born in.

  The other half was spend creating new slimes and abominations and turning everyone that opposed him into a golem, their tortured souls screaming for him to stop as they were forced to serve the man they tried to get rid off.

  He became so good at turning people into constructs that the system rewarded him for it with a skill, which made it that much easier to just shut off anyone that dared disobey him, especially as his souls seemed to amplify the stats, giving him a four times boost to anything that required willpower, which was reinforced even more by the believe those that had made a contract with him fostered.

  By now, some Larv had grown to worship him, somehow falling for his speeches and actually considering him as something more than a madman hellbend on completing a goal, a madman that did not at all care about the wellbeing of those he led.

  It was just as he turned someone into a golem for the thirteenth time that he was struck by the words of a hundred grand sages, all speaking through the soul that belonged to Thimon Mayor.

  Words that told him to be as feared as he is loved, to make sure that crossing him will be known as a suicidal move, but never let that fear turn into hatred, as serving him had to be overwhelmingly beneficial.

  He felt that sentiment resound in the power he drew from those contracted to him, in Fliegenda and in Goron. He felt it deep eithin his very own core, as memories were exchanged, and the simple command that had dominated his mind actually expanded to the entire community that he was the newest member of.

  He was tasked with being the ultimate Villain, not merely a force of evil.

  The grand plan of his earlier existences expanded before him, and he called upon that knowledge as he called the rockguard to his side.

  Thimons mind gathered aspects from his lives, stitching them together like a canvas to explain the right path forward. And thus, he had his rocky servants create a cycle around him, as his worshippers went out to gather everyone to the grand ceremony they had sworn to support.

  It was that day that he took the power of thirty thousand souls, each of them hoping for salvation, that he contacted a part of himself so corrupted in its task to be a force of evil that it would have wreaked havic if it was unleashed outside the Larv's oasis.

  On the day the Larv called the great dawn, the darkness above them was channelled inside every one of them, and it connected them to Jeolas much more than mortals should ever connect.

  It was a moment of unbearable agony as the hard coded intention of the Miasma was changed. It was no longer supposed to destroy, but to cleanse. And thus it did.

  Every Larv gained access to the true system, a version untouched by the parasites that called themselves gods.

  As a voidborn species, the black colouring that spread amongst them was whidely regarded as a return to their natural state, and their already toxic shells pulsed with the urge to cleanse, even Jeolas own shell was cleansed. He forced his existence into the thirteen rock guards, his watery essence changing into thirteen phylacteries of eternally tortured souls, their every scream powerful enough to heal him.

  It was then that he opened his character sheet again. The skill used to turn people into rockguard was taken from him before he was capable of inspecting it, but other perks of his had changed.

  Like Stygian Jellyfish, they swam to the stars glistening above them for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Noone on the surface would know what happened as every corpse in the Area awoke, ready to serve their new lord. A swarm of undead scorpions dug out, cardying the Larv above the sands that would normally dry their mucus within seconds.

  Their belief in their king grew, and as his power spread, covering the ground in flakes of undeath, the sea of chitin continued to grow, slowly turning into golems as his spells petrified the undead.

  Then began a march their kin did not expect to achieve for centuries. Something that would go into their history books as the one called the dark lord lead them towards the hallowed lands. A single bright city in the dark, pyramids placed rather close to it.

  "We have arrived... somewhere."

  Jeolas announced, hoping to find a place his people could rest, somewhere he could cope with the realization of his actions and the accompanying headache.

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