4 Farewell Earth, Hello Carol, New Worlds Creation (Final Part)

Author: [] is for Special Languages and "" for more standard Languages, {} will be for Thought Speech.

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[3rd person POV]

(AN: Got a good idea of where to go from here onwards for the story and it will need multiple POV's so best start soon.)

The front door to a small urban home in the UK is slammed shut. Both it's owner and the one who rushed through it in a flurry of panicked motion before subsequently barring it off with several wooden-like boards that seemingly formed out of thin air before the worn and tired man. This man is our MC, though now his face is longer and haggard with a thick stubble dotting his chin. They also now are adorned with a simple dark grey shirt and black military trousers, with a pair of metallic red finger-less gloves and a familiar bracelet on his right wrist.

"That was training?" He turns to face the culprit to the past few years of what could only be described as crude training at best.

{Ahahahaha,} Laughs our old pal Carol in a new form. Now standing as a somewhat short anime style avatar wearing a Victorian suit in deep reds and blues. As they starts to iron out their suit with their hands they explain. {It worked, did it not? You're now capable of making constructs up to the size of the moon within the blink of an eye and your editing speed is even faster, I doubt most could even see the threads reform without boosting their senses.} Upon taking a quick glance to make sure his partner doesn't have any comebacks they continue. {Also you learnt a few more common applications of Gaic while at it. You even was able to start using the base degree of Management somewhat consistently at will. What part of that's bad?}

"Bad? Do you think that I surviving that hell hole is at least commendable? You practically caused widespread death and destruction the world over." Berates our exhausted MC to the thickheaded Carol. "Tarrasques, Godzilla, Death Notes, four different zombie Viruses, sixteen Death Stars, countless other supernatural entities and that is from the first week alone! Are you trying to end the world?"

{Ok I may have gone a tad overboard at times.} Admits the monstrously devil-like Carol. {Just look on the upside, we fixed it all afterwards.}

"I. I fixed it all, not you." Testifies the unanimously recognized victim. "Though I will say the benefits are substantial..."

{See. What did I tell you, old pal?} With this Carol comedically winks at their unfortunate companion.

"All I did was put that behind us, I still haven't forgiven you at all." Bluntly state the MC while creating a small 'shaving set' consisting of the cream, razor and a mirror. Once rid of the thick stubble he then heads into the garden out back to review his gains.

First his gloves. They are specially made of thin biofiber with great Gaic conductivity allowing for it to be as durable as the amount of energy it is given. The gloves can also let out an electricity to either magnetically attract objects and cling to surfaces or fire out electric bolts.

He also has upgraded the bracelet linking its energy supply, that it used to gather naturally with time, to his own giving it basically unlimited use due to his absurd ability to absorb seemingly unlimited amounts of Gaic energy every instant.

While undergoing the training he also learnt a few basic Gaic techniques: Enhancement, Sealing and Conversion. Enhancement can either actively or passively improve their physical ability to an absurd degree, the only limit is what the body can handle. It also helps the body adjust to using higher and higher amounts of Gaic when used repeatedly over long periods of time.

Sealing can be used to block off properties outside of certain given conditions, it also is a fundamental aspect of Management. It can be used to form barriers by 'sealing' space and can assist in limiting other abilities. Carol formed our MC's Limiter using a combination of this technique and advanced Management abilities.

Conversion is the most useful in combat as it allows Gaic to be converted into other energies and manipulate said energies. These 'energies' consist of things like electricity, heat, cold, plasma and radiation, even though these things aren't truly energy and some are actually the same thing they are referred to as such due to the nature of Gaic energy overall and as Carol said 'They are only like that in this world due to the way science has naturally formed, the source rules are different. Like with DnD specific beats general and Gaic is general.'.

Even though other abilities or techniques can be used to accomplish the same resulting effects these are the easiest and most efficient ways to achieve them. This is why Carol taught the MC these specific techniques, they also did so in preparation to Management as Sealing and Conversion are closely linked to the Management ability in several ways.

As they go through the techniques one by one an outside observer would have seen a white-gold smoke-like aura form around our MC's body when using Enhancement, with the aura focusing in different densities depending on what parts of the body he's using it on. Then the aura concentrates into different circles filled with an assortment of lines and patterns before expanding into flat plain three dimensional shapes around him as he's Sealing space. Lastly the energy concentrates into several orbs of varying colors and elements before being sent flying into the sky as beams of fire, ice, plasma and electricity. Then he moves onto using the techniques alongside each other ending with him seemingly glowing in a large glass-like sphere floating above the ground with several small orbs of varying elements surrounding him.

After having spent a good hour reviewing and practicing the techniques our MC then stops using them all, after moving back to the grass below, and activates his now rarely used SI in Creation/Editing mode. "Now then, it's time." He forms a spatial gate with his bracelet to what he wills to be a blank universe ready to make it his own and walks through.

Surveying the empty blanket of space before him he smiles before announcing. "Hello my new world." And closes the gate behind him, though he can always make another in the future to go back.

{So then what's first?} Asks the curious and excited Carol to our soon-to-be creator.

"First we start with the fundamentals." Confident replies the future creator of this new world.

He closes his eyes and starts to form twelve individuals in his mind, these would be the first beings of this new world. They would be the Primordials: ancient beings who embody the fundamental forces of this world and assist in its management.

First come a pair of siblings, Solia the Primordial of fire, science and alchemy and Sameal the Primordial of space, time and knowledge. Solia is a youthful seeming girl at five foot three inches tall, they wear a one-piece dress made of pure red flames reaching down to their ankles. The dress is lined with a much brighter blue flames that cling close to their petite figure and complement their unruly vibrant red hair that falls to their waist and her fierce dark red eyes that seemingly cut through all before them with their piercing gaze.

Sameal is much taller at six foot five inches though he is also quite muscular for his thin frame too. This bronze giant is adorned in a long robe that currently resembles a pitch black void but in actuality will show this universes appearance on its surface once it actually has something to show. Lining the robes edges are a new language the MC formed alongside these two's creation, the Primordial Tongue, the words that currently line the robe are the names of the only two existing Primordials and both shine a pale gold which indicates that they are fine and healthy, if they were injured it would start to darken into a red and turn black if any Primordial named on the robe died. Obviously the future Primordials will be added onto the robe later on when they have been made, they would form lower and lower down on the robes edges though dictating the later they were created. His slicked back grey hair falling to just the tip of their neck and fully white eyes, including pupil and sclera are barely seen from the slit formed by their closes held eyelids.

As the pair are being created they also gain complete knowledge and control of their Primordial Aspects, alongside them knowing the Primordial Tongue too, with Sameal gaining all knowledge and the ability to give and take knowledge from others due to their knowledge Aspect. The two also get enough strength that they can destroy a whole solar system with a wave of their hand, with intellect, agility and control to match. Next they are given the ability to increase in size up to fifty times their base/ minimum mentioned above.

After granting himself knowledge on how to read, speak and write in his Primordial Tongue our MC releases the first Primordials into his new world right before him.

Solia opens her eyes but an instant later gazing upon her creator with their deep red piercing eyes. Right before she flew towards our MC hugging him forcibly while loudly yelling. "Papa!"

From there the reactions of the men vary greatly, Carol starts balling over in laughter, the greatly confused MC freezes from shock and Sameal just stands there listlessly unaware of the chaos about to unfurl before him. The seemingly infallible MC snaps out of it as he recalls the personality traits he set for Solia: cheerful, loyal and likes to tease others. Tease others.

While mentally facepalming he then asks. "Ok. I know you're just messing with us so could you let me go." Upon finishing she shoots back to her original position with absurd agility, whilst a certain someone starts complaining about ruining their fun but our MC and his creations all ignored them and so will the narrator will follow suit.

"Aww, you saw through me a lot faster than I thought you would. Though your reaction was priceless." Cheerfully teases the energetic Solia. To which the other two physical entities rolled their eyes, or supposed with Sameal as his eyes are just pure white orbs with no noticeable features.

'Now for the rest... I'll leave some vacancies for later though, just in case.' With another few minutes of focus the next nine Primordials form from nothing with an extra one in the middle that was only an empty husk with no actual soul.

In order of creation it goes: Mirosa, primordial of Shadows, Blood and Demons. Who appears to be a pale skinned woman at four foot eleven inches tall and BB cup breasts, adorned in a long black kimono decorated with blood red flowers and shadows of the surrounding space wrapping into the bottom end of the clothing. They also have short bob cut hair leading to the middle of their neck and deep pitch black eyes that seem to reflect the abyss itself. You could also see a pair of inch long black oni-horns poking out of her forehead.

Next was a gap for later, followed by Brinim the primordial of Earth and Blacksmithing. He appears as an incredibly muscular guy with dark Asian skin showing as they solely wear some light brown trousers covered in many pockets ending at the mid point of their five foot nine inch figure. The unruly dark blond hair falls loosely to his shoulders shows most alongside their lengthy muddy beard and dark green eyes with stone-like pupils.

Following him was Aqire: the primordial of Water, the Sea and Hunting. Like Poseidon before him he appeared to be a Greek male wearing a blue and gold toga standing at five and a half foot tall. Alongside whom stands Midowe the primordial of Assassination, Concealment and Poison. Midowe stands at around four and a half foot tall but is shrouded in a thick mist that none weaker than him could even dream of looking through. Though that isn't an issue for the other beings before him so they can all see a semi-corporeal 'ghost-like' boy with purple smog orbs floating as his eyes seen beneath his soft silver hair hovering around his frail frame ending at his waist. They also are adorned with a long grey cloak levitating around their body stopping right above were one would normally find someone's ankles, though he has nothing below his knees except mist.

Next came a quartet of woman each vastly different from each other. First of the four was Kique the primordial of Qi, War and Conflict adorned in thin red metallic armor covering the torso, skirt, forearms and feet. The rest of her tanned skin was laced with scars and tattoos lining around their veins indicating the Qi flow through a persons body. Her thick light grey hair was tied into a ponytail behind their head that perfectly mirrored their golden reptile-like eyes. Unknown to most she has large D cup breasts pressed down by her breastplate attached to her five foot figure.

The second was the 'empty' one. Lori the primordial of Mischief and Illusions. White skin covered her springy and soft DD cup breasts and hourglass figure wrapped up with their just under five foot figure and bound in their tight fitting black dress lined with silver. Perfectly matching to her long untamed black hair falling to her hips, with her vibrant red and blue eyes softly touched up by makeup.

At this our MC paused, turned towards the abnormally quiet Carol and started to sneakily bind his soul to Lori's body. 'Payback for all those months of crushing torture you sadist!'

Upon checking that the non-physical being hasn't noticed the MC continues his creation with Ophila the primordial of Magic and Air. Ophila was graced without form, being only a pure mass of glowing concentrated magic floating in the air. They were though given the ability to change into any form they such desire.

Last of the four woman, kind of in Ophila's case, was Drea the primordial of Animals, Reproduction and Monsters. Her stunningly dark skin with unruly green hair falling all the way to their feet stood out most of the ones made so far, her lengthy fur turban lined with softly glowing runes wound around her hourglass, EE cup figure's waist with ease. Softly gracing her caring face was a pair of deep green eyes that seemingly shone with pure kindness.

Ceron was twins with the last, the young male primordial of Gravity and Ice stood at four foot three inches tall. Wearing a set of modern clothes his blue jacket, long grey jeans and plain white shirt stood out among the ancient crowd. A small silver star-shaped necklace matched their white hair falling over his left eye in a long fringe which hid his white pupils.

Youngest of them all, or so Ceron will soon claim, was Flonia the primordial of Fate and Death. Contrasting the varying influences of the other Primordials was her futuristic black skin-tight armor which laid around her skin making it only glimpsed at her knees, shoulders and upper shoulders like a strapless dress. Her hair was tied up by a floating headpiece that held back her flooding white hair from falling straight to their waist by hovering it just below her shoulders. The hair wrapped around her face and striking deep orange eyes adorned her four foot eight inches tall body and her lacking B cup breasts together with innocence unseen among the rest.

Finishing his lengthy lineup our MC releases them, leaving Carol to his fate. Once the floating figure vanished into the body of Lori he let out a long sigh, finally having dealt with the bane of his life. Watching the group all start familiarizing themselves with each other he notices that their lackluster personalities he gave them have been expanded naturally during their Creation, seems he will have to consider that in the future from here on.

Clapping gently he draws the groups attention to himself as he utters the somber words that began it all once again. "Let us begin."

Together the Primordials, with one utterly being ignored due to their constant swearing at our poor MC though they still helped out in the end, got together and waited for their creator's, the aptly self titled Gaia the first Primordial created a world. The first of many many worlds to come.