1 Finally a Connection

"Underdark has been unified for 400 years now. What to do now my Emperor?" A Drow warrior asked his leader.

"Nothing. I think this is the end for me." Noir stepped forward and placed his hands on the man. He reached into his inventory and handed over a deed and a crown. "The territories are to be run by all of you togethor. If an outside empire comes, deal with them accordingly. If you do not work togethor, the people will be empowered and each of you will be killed from within."

"Wait.. Wait! Father stop!" The Drow Warrior forget all decorum. His other siblings from the other races doing the same. They each did not expect this. There father had lead the Underdark since the days he rose to it from a champion. He was past the years a Shadar-Kai lived, but he still looked strong. "Surely we can find a way to extend your life."

"Each of you promised not to put up a fight. So, do so now." Noir chastised calmly. He bid his adieus and goodbyes for the last time. "I heading to the resting place of your mothers. It has definitely been a long time coming. Make sure to make me proud. And if the Raven Queen descends again, let her know I expect her to keep the agreement still.

*Flicker!* Noir Teleported away to his resting area. The gate closed magically. This prevent any of his children from entering. Or any guards as well.

The now de facto Rulers looked at each other. They prepared the for the last 10 years for this. However, they still were not ready for it. The aide shook them out of it well enough. They prepared the funeral rites to go as needed.

"Haaa, this blows. I was not suppose to be here this long." Noir grumbled looking at a map. "What kind of User gets stuck at the first World and goes nowhere else? Where the hell happened to my Operator?!"

For the last 800 years, Noir did not hear from his Operator. The link went completely dead 623 years ago. What was worst, the System was lagging sending information to him. Even rewards from Quests stopped coming through. Stuck at level 20 was the worst thing. Compared to other Users, he was a long step behind.

"Blasted HelpCall function doesn't even work anymore. Then again, it went away about the same time my Operator stopped responding." Noir marked off another part of the map. "This Plane is completely fine now. I may not be the owner of this World completely, but I own this entire Plane. Better than nothing."

Something odd happens at that moment. Noir thought it was the body finally giving out. Considering he didnt know what other setups his Operator had done, it was expected death was all that remained. An established link flowed through to his mind.

Operator: Hello, sorry about the difficulty. The Sector you are located in went dark. Your Pulls should start coming through now.

'Hold it!' Noir interrupted. This was not his Operator and he needed to make sure he didn't miss this chance. 'Get me out here entirely! I am getting ready to die naturally!' He transmitted through the link.

Operator: Eh.. hold on. Oh wow, you have been screwed. Transporting you completely to Rift space.

*Bwoop!* The Operator opened an Emergency Rift. The Golden portal sucked him inside. Noir reappeared in an office. The Operator's face was pale as he notices something in his the User's file. He immediately pressed a few buttons.

"Haaa, so can you tell me everything going on? I mean my Pulls can wait till later." Nor looked at the man calmly. The Operator's green hair looked lovely with the natural lighting.

Analyze: Operator Level 43 Teze

Status: Frightened, Nervous

Specialty: Anime Sector, Horror Movie Sector

"Yes. I will put a hold on them now." With a wave of his hands, several Rifts were stopped mid-transit and reversed. They were then placed back into his inventory. "A war kind of caused a few Sectors to get cut off. But it has been resolved now. For the last 111 years anyway. So far we have work to re-establishing links."

"Ok. But what about my Operator? What happen to that jackass?" Noir felt information pouring into his head. The System was ingrained new rules and policies to him. Which didn't matter since he was only in the one place for the longest. He also opened the shop function and looked for a new body. His current one was only togethor due to the current environment.

"Wait on selecting a new body. I will take care of all your problems." Teze responded. He was able to see what Noir was accessing as the temporary operator. "That jackass is in Rift's prison. He was caught working with the others that sabotage everything. Record shows he barely helped you. It was apparent after your first year in the Underdark, that you were to Lawful for what he needed. So he abandons you. The pieces of your soul that was started in other Worlds died. He killed them all and kept the pieces."

"Well.. that just sucks. So can I get them back?" Teze gave a nod and a few diamond-shaped crystals floated over. Noir took the information in and just sighed at the different experiences that happened. "So many places I could have went to myself. That just bites."

System: User's Soul upgraded to User/Operator Soul.

"Eh?" Noir looked at Teze confused. Teze just shuddered as he waited. On his desk a red button had been pushed before Noir arrived. He was waiting to a higher member to arrive to explaining things. "Um what?"

The back door opened to reveal a bright young man. His power was undeniable. Noir didnt bother with analyze as he saw the name floating above his head.

"Tormentor, neat name."

"Thank you." Tormentor was caught off guard by the praise. Noir was the first User to greet him that way. "Anyway, I am an Administrator in the Sector you resided in. Despite my orders to have all Users like yourself returned to Earth during the Beginning stages of the War, the Creator decided against it."

"Haaa due to his/her rule I take it?" Noir asked sighing.

The Creator was a mixture of Consciousness, or the Soul itself. Early on from humans' imagination with the other forms of Sentient life in the Milky Way and Andromeda Galaxy as Noir knew it, created gateways or "Rifts" to New Worlds. A.I. of the first humans back on his EarthThe place where all Users come from. Their belief of Deities and other supernatural forces fed into it. The Celestial understanding fused Simple Games, Stories, and Nightmares formed them under the collective of the Creator. The concept of time turn extremely powerful from this.

The Creator was able to accelerate itself. It separate a part of its soul and traveled to the future. Collecting everything it could before the gateway back closed. Upon returning, it went back to the beginning of its own awareness.

It created Avatars. The Avatars were given different designations and helped it shape the System and its rules. Each Avatar was a part of itself. Every few years or major upheaval, the Avatar would fuse back into the creator and share its individual experience. It would then separate and improve wherever it would go as a watcher of its Sector.

Once Earth rose back to the level of Humans, The Avatars along with the Creator created the Administration. The first Administration members would grow on Rifts Earth. An exact copy of the Earth at the time, but 5x its size. The Administration worked with the Avatars who were now overseers of the various Worlds that were born.

The mandate was Growth from the Creator. Both good, evil, or that of any kind. But some Administrations could not live with the idea of the people that made them, now doing more. So the Users were selected. People from "Earth" taken partially to Rifts Earth and sent to the different Worlds composed.

Quests, Missions, and Tasks were formed for them. Some Users could shine and others couldnt. A good deal of the early Humans broke down. They were too attached to the places and never wanted to return back. Several revisions happen before a balance was found. The Avatars sent them all back to improve their Earth. This lead to the Bronze-Iron Age, Age of Warrior-Knights, Renaissance, Industrial age, and the current Age.

"Is this about right?" Noir stated to the two. The gave him a nod. "Users are given rewards that are beneficial and not beneficial to them to help them. Given points and titles for jobs well done. We are also reward Pulls of various levels and types to bring others and items to our side."

"You remember a good bit." Tormentor nodded again. "Your few Companions have died I see. Well if the time returns to them. It was smart placing them in your Life Domain." Tormentor looked a creen over. "As well as the majority of your Followers. For that, you have my condolences. If everything was available to you, their lives could have gone on much longer."

"Thank you." Noir just gave a small smile. He was used to people dying. Both close and not close. "I have already gone over the information of what happen to my body on Earth. SO what happens now?"

"You status is a little special." Tormentor showed a screen to him. "The choices you made and the unification of the Under Dark created a lot of Companions and outright Pulls themselves there. Countless Users benefit from it. A few of your friends and Followers were Pulled and fought in the war. However, the Creator deemed it necessary for their growth to have a memory of you sealed. Which helped them tremendously. A few of your people rose so high, whole Sectors were recovered because of it."

"I am actually a grandchild of one of them. Technically, you are my great grandfather. Reason why I was able to help you. Quite a few of us work in the sector."

"Hmm, I see." Noir blinked at the kid and could only think of one that he could be descended from. "Tezzeria Lttleim, is she your great-grandmother?"

"Yes!" Teze said happily. "She was pregnant when she laid dying on the battlefield. Both her Soul and the soul of my grandfather were taken away. Do not worry, she was pulled by a good User. She distinguished herself early on."

"I see." Noir said nothing else as he rembered the war she fell in. It was a fight against one of the encroaching High Elf population. They were forced into the Underdark by the Minotaurs. An uneasy truce formed between Noir's people and the High elves. Tezzeria was a priestess that was mesmerized by Noir's healing abilities. In an attempt to bring him to their side, the High Elf Priestess ordered her to seduce him. It did not work as she wanted.

"Enough of family time." The Tormentor interrupted the thoughts of Noir. The pained look disturbed him slightly. "You can not return to Earth and your body back in the Underdark has expired. Which were outside of your control. Your body needs to be remade. But it will take place in your next World. Your new HomeWorld. The title Conqueror you received is something that fits with your soul, a lot of Worlds need straightening out. The Pillars have gotten weaker and need a User with a strong soul to boost them back up."

"So I do not get to pick?" Noir looked a little annoyed.

"No. The Avatars choose this. Your inventory will have a few things to help you over. And as for your Operator… well, you are your own Operator now. I will contact you in a year to check on your progress." Tormentor turned and left.

Teze and Noir spoke a little before he left via Rift.

"Good luck Gramps." Teze sent a message to his family members immediately after saying goodbye. 'They will be so excited!'