rciless strode forward, his bare feet crunching against the arid, cracked earth of the desert. His neon blue eyes remained fixed on the distant aura ahead, where the faint, glimring outline of the Djinn awaited.
A subtle, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the cold desert wind tousled his hair. As he walked, the wind carried a whisper of his own thoughts at that mont, a quiet murmur escaping his mouth as he said.
"Hehehe... Finally. After months of reflecting on what I truly wanted from all of this, I've narrowed it down to just two wishes."
He mused, his voice soft but certain.
"The first is sothing I decided upon after much contemplation, and the second... well, that's a recent developnt. It's the reason I assimilated with the brains of the queen and her elite subjects and why I've been gathering every ability I can find. To make this work, I need more power... and a lot of it."
His tone remained calm, almost detached, but the anticipation that simred beneath it was palpable. Even as the desert stretched before him, a sense of purpose hung heavily in the air.
But nothing ever goes smoothly because suddenly, as he was walking forward, the wind shifted, bringing with it the unmistakable scent of blood and fur. From the dunes, two massive forms erged, their snarls thunderous and filled with malice.
rciless turned to their directions, his calm deanor still very active, as he said to himself.
"Well, it seems you finally made up your mind, although I must admit, never would I think a pair of Shadow Wolves would actually be in this exam. Oh, and it would seem you all also brought so cute little bird things as well."
rciless said to himself; his eyes had long seen them, although he never thought despite their keen senses they would actually dare to co after him.
"I see, so the dog and bird think they can take , huh? Well, werewolves, particularly, are actually a good counter to vampires. Their claws have unique properties that ignore the durability of flesh for any living being. This wasn't always known, though; it's sothing that has beco a fact only in recent centuries as the lore around these creatures has grown and empowered them."
"Now, Dire wolves are the kind that serve vampires, while Shadow wolves, which are a specific type of werewolf, are actually a far better counter to vampires than your typical Dire wolf. The reason is that when a vampire is attacked by a Shadow wolf, their wounds heal incredibly slowly, if at all. These wolves are just like vampires too; they are world-ending threats like vampires, but they are also monstrous creatures that can easily kill vampires due to lore around them."
"The Shadow Wolves have one power that makes them particularly difficult to deal with. It's an annoying ability and worse, it's a racial power that I can't steal from them because they only gain it once they reach a certain age and have a certain dream called the blessing of the shadow. Most of them worship the Moon Goddess, Lanora, and at a young age, young shadow wolves fall asleep and receive this blessing from the goddess they serve."
rciless said as he could recall the information he knew about them in his collective of different mories.
Especially from Hector.
Either way, as he stayed there, he began to think about their annoying ability, recalling what it could do, as he said.
"This ability is called Shadow Storage. Essentially, they can store abstract concepts of the world within their shadow. For example, if I were to cut one in half from the waist down, the Shadow Wolf could store the injury I inflicted on it in its shadow, essentially saving itself from harm and imdiately healing itself from the injury as a result of storing it. They could even release that stored injury back onto an enemy as well."
"But there's a catch: Shadow Storage is still well a storage; it's asured in a unique and complex way. It's a strange system that tracks things like the heriachy of abstract concepts; hence, so concepts can't be stored. However, the strongest of these Shadow wolves are known as Champions, and they're so powerful that their abilities can affect the entire multiverse."
But that aside, Shadow wolves are also ancient enemies of the Dire wolves; their muscular bodies are very durable too. But as rciless looked forward, he also saw above these two Shadow wolves were two harpies.
They screech, splitting the air, their wings casting massive shadows across the landscape as they circled like vultures, their talons gleaming wickedly. Their eyes locked onto rciless, their intent clear: they were here to hunt, to harvest.
Looking at them, he smiles, These guys were easier to deal with as their powers are sound-based and not as versatile as a shadow wolf.
But it made rciless wonder, as he said.
"I'd say this is an odd combination, but it's pretty clear what happened here. I don't even need my eyes to tell what's going on. Those harlot birds must've bewitched them with their song. Harpies aren't as physically powerful as Dire and Shadow wolves, but their voice is sothing entirely different. If soone doesn't have a strong will, their song can bewitch anyone who hears it. The level of bewitchnt is so potent that even ntal barriers can't protect one against it."
"It's like a rule-and-consequence type of power. The rule is simple: once you hear the song of a harpy, you will fall under its influence. However, if your will or mind is stronger than theirs, you can resist, but the thing is, they can also break the will of those who hear their songs; so the longer one here it, the more one will weaken and break down under the pressure of their alluring voices, and once weak enough, they can ensnare the victims as a result of their weakened will if you can't escape their voices and fall under their spell. The consequence is clear: you beco mind-controlled by the harpies."
And at this mont, the harpies with their Shadow Wolf were approaching him quickly.
His gaze was on them, looking at them from where he stood.
As the two harpies descended from the sky. Their presence was intoxicating, their wings gleaming with ethereal beauty, feathers shimring in the dim light like shards of glass. Their heads were crowned with red halos, ethereal rings of light that pulsed above them like divine crowns.
The air was thick with their pheromones, a sweet scent that made the air feel heavy and fernted with it. To those close to them, lust would be the only thing on one's mind as a result.
They were basically nature's natural succubi.
One of the harpies, her eyes glowing with a strange, otherworldly fire, fluttered closer.
"Oh my, what a handso little bat?"
She said with a soft, lodic voice. The words were a lullaby, deceptively sweet, but laced with a dangerous edge.
"Ohhh, sister, he slls strong; can we keep it... the young miss did say we can keep what we catch in this exam."
Her companion, equally as striking, landed on the ground with a soft rustle of feathers. Her voice was a low hum that vibrated through the air.
"Well, we have to break it in first and foremost, of course."
rciless narrowed his eyes and smirked.
"Hmmm... how amusing... oh well...
rciless said, licking his lips as he said.
"I can use so pet chickens in my collection of exotic animals to keep... then and again; what are the pros and cons of keeping a pair of pet harpies, hmmm... and so more doggies wouldn't be bad either."
At these words, the two bird-like creatures looked at him as if amused.
"Hmm, it looks cute, but it's disrespectful. Let's put a gag ball in its mouth before we put it under our spell, sister."
On the other hand, the larger harpies, with a more seductive appeal, had magnificent white feathers, and her private parts, such as her pussy and large boobs, could be seen with the naked eye.
Harpies do not wear clothes; they are beings of nature, like animals in the wild; however, they are extrely dangerous. Their songs are the reason why many young boys get spirited away
But they are also classified as kryptids.
In layman's terms, harpies are part of the monster girl species of monsters that exist in the world.
Monster girls are an ancient race in the world of Hellmora that has existed since the Primordial Era, made up entirely of won. They are closely tied to nature and evolved from animals through the beliefs and fears of people over ti.
These beliefs gave them supernatural powers, making them different from other creatures like the "Were" species.
In this world, monsters are created by the emotions and ideas of people. Fear and belief, both good and bad, mix together and bring these creatures to life.
The "Were" species, or Were beings, ca into existence as the natural counterbalance to supernatural creatures born from collective belief and fear.
These beings are the antithesis of supernatural entities, created specifically to oppose them. For example, Shadow Wolves erged as a response to the fears vampires held one day sothing stronger than them can take them on, as such these creatures were born.
However, even Were creatures are not immune to the sa cycle of fear and balance.
Dire Wolves, for instance, arose from the collective fear of Shadow Wolves and vampires combined. This cycle of fear and counterbalance continues to ripple outward, ensuring equilibrium in the supernatural world. The creation of Dire Wolves eventually inspired the rise of humanity's first supernatural innovation: alchemy.
Alchemy is the power alter reality through ones knowledge and understanding via a philospher stone, born from humanity's desire and fear to counter supernatural threats, it beca a powerful tool used by hunters, and different associations alike to fight back against monsters.
It gave humans a fighting chance and introduced a thod to study, manipulate, and weaponize supernatural forces. In essence, this cycle of fear, creation, and counter-creation is how the collective of each universe maintains balance, ensuring no one force dominates entirely.
Every universe that exists is governed by its own collective—a shared consciousness of myths, legends, and beliefs. These collectives don't just shape how things work; they actively defy conventional understanding. They challenge the "what," "how," and "if" of reality, creating a fluid, ever-changing frawork that defines existence within that universe.
This phenonon falls under the concept and principle of Alteration, one of the 12 foundational pillars that sustain the concept of totality. Alteration embodies the power of transformation, driven by the collective's evolving beliefs and fears all of creation within this fruit of life.
At its core lies information, the essence that gives aning and purpose to all things. Information is not just knowledge; it is the foundation of existence itself, the force that breathes life into legends, shapes power, create systems, and molds the myths that continually redefine reality.
For this reason, those who wield control over information or the power of immutability hold a direct connection, or rather an affinity to creation itself.
In this fruit, both creation and destruction are fundantally forms of information. Even the other Originators, the primal forces of existence, rely on the concept of Alteration to ensure their core essence can be defined and understood.
Alteration serves as the underlying chanism that enables all concepts to exist and function within the totality. It is the engine of change, the force that ensures every idea, principle, and entity operates within the balance of existence.
For this reason life is beautiful.
On the other hand, the two harpies stood in stark contrast to each other. One had a fuller, more mature figure, while the other was younger, leaner, with smaller breasts and a cute, petite shape, her thick thighs adding to her allure. Their hands were outstretched, revealing their glorious wings. Their beauty was undeniable; from afar, they could be mistaken for angels, but in reality, they were far from it.
Beside them stood two massive wolves, each over three ters tall. Their eyes were a glowing purple, and long, black smoke-like tails trailed behind them. Sharp black claws, as dark as obsidian, were visible on their feet, and a series of purple-black diamond-like crowns adorned their heads.
Looking at them rciless just laugh as he said.
"I see... so you lots really wont let past egh... Oh well... I like it when people hard way, now then who shoud I cripple first?"
However at that motn, soone answer for them.
As the voice of woman began to rang.
"Truly, what a botherso display of immaturity... I expressly told the other Overseers overseeing this examination that I wanted no conflict in my domain, yet not even the slightest respect for my wishes was afforded. I am, after all, running a business here. As the rightful sovereign of this area, allow to extend a modicum of courtesy."
In that mont, what happened next could only be described as completely bizarre; even for rciless, who has done so weird shit with his own powers.
The two harpies and the shadow wolf suddenly began to transform. They dissolved into golden strands, flowing into air combining and fusing with each other till a giant curtain of pure gold fabric was made from their being.
Stretching across the sky as if being tucked up world below. The whole dos of sand around it was consud in these shimring threads, sweeping across everything like a tide, and yet, they weren't bound by anything earthly.
They phased through the landscape, bending space itself, pulling in everything they touched.
By is force, the golden curtains caught everything. Massive creatures with sword-like teeth, strange butterfly monsters swimming through the sand, harpies, shadow wolves, humans, vampires, anything caught in the wake of the curtain was drawn into its fold.
Nothing escaped it grasp at that mont. The golden threads wrapped around them all, pulling them into one giant mass, forming a ball of golden threads.
Which began to grew, shifting, pulsating, becoming sothing... more. It condensed into a small tennis ball, tightening and transforming as it shrank, until it seed like the threads were pulling together for sothing even bigger.
Because in that mont, thats when he saw it, a sea of golden hair stridign through he sand dunes.
It was otherworldly, as if the very desert was swept by the flowing strands. It was impossibly beautiful, impossibly clean, untouched by the dust and gri that clung to everything else. The glow from it was radiant, but not in an overwhelming way; instead, it seed to dare the world around it to even try to stain it.
The hair wasn't just a sight, though. It felt like a presence, a force of nature of nature even. The air itself bent around it, like it was too powerful to contain within reality construct, too pristine for the world to handle. The trail of gold seed to spread, as it ate at the golden ball of thread in the sky.
But following the trail of hair that was a sea of gold in of itself.
The golden sea rippled, its brilliance growing until it beca impossible to ignore. It was in that mont that the source of the golden radiance revealed what swam at the center, walking and carrying itself like shifting domain.
So much hair to point the entire terrain change.
And there she stood.
At the heart of the golden maelstrom, a figure erged; tall, poised, and impossibly graceful. She wasn't just a woman. She was a presence in of itself. The air seed to tremble around her, as if the world itself was caught in her orbit.
Her hair, no, it wasn't hair in the traditional sense; flowed in a constant, living cascade of gold. It moved like it had a will of its own, as if it obeyed a rhythm that no mortal could follow. Her skin, soft and pale, had a glow to it, like the moonlight caught on water at night. Her eyes were not simply bright.
They were a piercing gold, unsettling in their clarity, as if they could look right into the soul, unravel every thought, every secret.
She stood with a grace that could only be described as regal. Confidence didn't quite do her justice. There was sothing else, sothing far deeper that made her seem untouchable, as if nothing in the world, not even ti itself, could hold sway over her.
But it wasn't just her beauty that was unnerving. It wasn't the overwhelming radiance or the way her presence seed to warp everything around her. It was the feeling, the inexplicable sense that she was more than sothing that could be perceived, more than sothing that could be understood.
She wasn't simply part of the universe; it was as if she was beyond it in more ways than. There was a terrifying truth in her being, like standing before sothing that had no equal.
Her body was bare, naked yet no clothes in rciless opinion would do her justice, her bare skin alone was allshe needed, nay! It was the only thing that fit her.
She had a voluptuous physique, even more voluptuous than Silk's, a body designed for sin but so magical that touching it would be a sin. She was the type of sensual object that should be appreciated solely through the eyes.
but her golden hair covered her form like a shimring veil. It wasn't just a covering, it was as though her hair was alive, moving with purpose, wrapping itself around her as she floated above the ground. She glowed, not with the soft light of a human, but with a shine that could make the sun itself seem dim in comparison.
Above her, a bird hovered, wings and body made entirely of starlight. It had no features, just a shape. If form and purpose seems to be that of a crown of sort for the golden beauty, bending the very fabric of reality around her. Ti felt strange in her presence, like it could stretch out or collapse without warning. The world around her didn't seem to care about its rules when this being was near.
It was like if 1 second could pass yet when she is near 10 years could go by so easily, without one even noticing.
But that wasn't the worst of it. rciless knew what she was, as such the worst part wasn't the warping of reality, distortion of space and ti, or the otherworldly power she exuded.
It was the fact that she was a law unto herself. A being who existed beyond the limitations of mortality, a living embodint of one of the lower universe's laws itself. She wasn't bound by ti or space. She was simply there, an unshakable force that made everything around her seem irrelevant.
And rciless? rciless, the being who had faced so powerful forces, few with big nas, felt his heart tighten with sothing he familar, the scene of his dirst death playing before his eyes once more: and that feeling was fear. Not fear for his life, no, but a more primal kind, a fear that made the hairs on his neck stand up and his hands tremble. This being before him, this impossible woman, was not sothing he could fight. She wasn't just another entity to challenge.
She was the challenge.
Her very existence made his powers seem insignificant. She didn't have cells, no biology that he could speak to. His usual thods? Useless. She wasn't made of flesh, she was sothing else, sothing beyond his understanding. A being of pure energy, pure essence, a force that had no equal, anything less than a law could not be her equal in battle.
rciless stood still, trying to maintain control, to hide his fear behind the mask of his power. Profane Honesty hold firm indeed, he was tricking this being and hiding fear easily.
But the truth was clear: this woman was sothing greater than anything he had ever faced, greater than even his father. She stood at the apex, just a breath away from reaching the pinnacle of all that could be achieved in this universe.
He had never encountered anything like her, no one had. She was more than a level-7 being. She was the epito of what all others strived to beco, instead rushing cultivation this woman was a perfect example of what one should cultivate to be in hte lower realm instead of foolishly trying to ascend quickly, she was the living example of what power looks like when max out, or reaching the max level of quality. And in the face of her, rciless finally understood the truth of his own limitations.
For the first ti in his life, he knew what it felt like to be smaller than even the most smallest of things.
Even now, his tumors, that infect her laws all said one thing.
"Error... Error... Error... Error...Error...
As if that was the only word they knew.
But even then, rciless did not falter in the sligthest, he made up his mind long ago, why else would he ca here, his eyes reveal her location, before any Djinn could grant his wish, but this Djinn was special but there was just one problem.
She was expensive, even now the points he had could not afford her service, but he was willing to sacrifice sothing that could get him in trouble, although there one problem as well, if Michelle found out what he was about to do.
He was sure he might disown, but he was not going to let Michelle find out his plans.
As such he began to spoke.
"A Djinn I presu."
The woman gave rciless a rather questionable look, her eyes close for a mont as she open them up, and bent forwards, grabbing rciless face as she look deep into his eyes and said.
"You're an interesting one, aren't you? Heir to a powerful bloodline, a level 5 that isn't like the others, an Arbiter, a sinner... and yet, there's sothing else. Hm, curious. I can't quite place it, but that only makes it more fascinating."
"You ca seeking a wish, didn't you? Well, you've co to the right place. But don't think it'll be easy. My wishes? They're never simple. Even the smallest favor I grant can unravel your destiny in ways you can't begin to imagine."
"Enough with the small talk. Let introduce myself, dear custor. I am Delilah, the First Stargazer, the one who bestowed mankind with the secrets of the stars. I am the golden matriarch who resides at the heart of the Roots of Destiny… I am the Hangman. But you may call by my first na, or simply Lady Gold, Now then, tell , what's your na dear custor?"
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