A newborn’s cry

The vast Mack Blue, a cosmo-ocean of the purest mana water, so pure that a drop of it shall invigorate the thirstiest of deserts with life, yet the mana ocean itself is barely teeming with life as only the most resilient of beings can truly call this place their home aside from the most ingenious of critters of course. Turbulent storms and the highest of waves crash and form in this chaotic yet orderly zone in the Chromatic Cosmos, known as the the 3rd Wonder and home to the Azure Order of the Baruch Holy Kingdom which floats atop the mana ocean. An archipelago linked and supported by numerous humongous chains made with mana deflecting properties that act as bridges undeterred by the fierce mana storms and what some fearless daredevil residents who surf these turbulent waters call the gnarliest of waves.

In the depths of the mana ocean, in the far corners of its deepest trenches lies a bubble dome surrounded by a blue array filled with ones and zeroes, inside is a picturesque garden with a small yet homey flat, a steaming hot spring fitted with dark red oak flooring, and a hammock tied to two coconut trees planted on a lot of smooth white sand creating a cozy getaway vibe.

A mature, well-endowed, silver gray-haired vixen gently floats on the hot spring as her shimmering gray hair wafts. Standing up carefully as she dries herself, a figure no man can resist, the Ts and the A sculpted by the finest perv-ahem artisan there is. This bombshell of an aunty, one where you'll ruin your friendship with your childhood bro for is none other than the Great Cartographer Lanmage, also know as the Chrome-Mapper although some men, women, and beings of various species and sexual preferences undoubtedly crowned her "The Teacher I wish who grounded me with a late-night lesson".

Her great escapades are textbook examples of classic adventuring, inspiring everyone who hears of it with gusto. Her tales as far as countless millennia ago no doubt had served as guides for adventurers old and new. Right now the Chrome-Mapper is leisurely drying herself dainty droplets of water dripping down her mounds, sitting on a stone bench whilst gulping on a bottle of strawberry milk. She downs the drink as she licks off her luscious lips in a teasing manner, finishing her steamy and relaxing bath she then enters her flat with nothing on her as she is most comfortable naked in her own abode, who wouldn't be?

Inside her flat which consists of an open counter kitchen connected to the outdoor patio where the hot spring is located, going through the kitchen's counter would lead one to the living space where a fireplace is centered around shelves of books, tomes, and all kinds if artifacts. Lanmage sat down black leather couch then she snapped her fingers, the fireplace lit a pale yellow flame while the living space also lighted up with a mellow light as a book floated to her. She then grabbed the book as soon as she was able to reach for it mid-air, snapped her fingers again, then a tray of freshly baked cookies, a crystal jug of milk, and a crystal glass flew from the kitchen then gently floating down on the table in front of her. With a serious expression, she started to read the book while she ate a cookie.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳. 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘌𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳...

"Hmmm... according to this tome there is a ninth Flame and it doesn't have a color... based on the line regarding the heir's death it is awfully similar to the propagated truth 'the Eight Divines slew the Evil God known as the Untouchable flame', and some ancient storybooks also refer to 'Him' as the Origin of Fire, ' The Flames of no distinction burn within the Kiln of the Profaned temple, it warms the Egg. ' has appeared in a lot of them, the Apathetic Executioner could be the egg..." she mused as she stopped reading and thought.

"The temples of the Eight divines is still searching for this so-called 'Egg'. My discovery of Nil Pygmy was one that everyone thought to be the one. Unfortunately, the readings from flame detectors and multiple divinations had not come out positive. Drill Runners also did not find it even with their Seismic Vision. The plan to make it into an Arena to gather flames from each temple to rouse the Primordial flame was a simple and idiotic plan that came from one brute of an Archbishop from the Purple Mountain Shrine which to her surprise gained the approval of every temple justifying it as combat training for their acolytes that even our Azure Ash Graced Nun known for her distaste in such barbaric slogfest tacitly agreed to it haaaah…" sighed Lanmage

"This plan is still on hold as all the temples and various factions are scouring the God corpse on the Red zone as well as using it for training grounds due to its abundance of ether. Nil Pigmy is being left alone but it's obvious that those Old monsters are eyeing it for its unique 'nothingness' though it was ruled that no one leave an observer there to keep each other's greed in check I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who left a marker on it."

Lanmage stood up then chugged the entire glass of milk as a drop trickled down her neckline, wiping it off she then went into her room and wore a parka. In the parka's pocket, she fished out a blue eyeball.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘭 𝘗𝘺𝘨𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘴... she thought as she went back to continue reading the ancient tome.

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Nil Pygmy

Pablo was dazedly standing in the room, beneath him is a puddle of silver liquid viscous like a sauce "considering the shape of this cave, no, room... is this perhaps some kind of yolk or amniotic fluid?" he thought. On the mirror-like surface of the liquid, a horned black skeleton with jaws clattering is reflected. He then tried to scoop the liquid even though by logic the liquid would just drip out of his boney hands. However, the liquid actually was absorbed by his bony hands till nothing was left as he felt a warm sensation course throughout his skeletal frame which was weird since he knew skeletons shouldn't feel anything, but he was in an unknown space with laws unknown to him, he thought he needed to get a better understanding of his overall situation in order to proceed.

"This is really a new life, I'm somehow excited yet sorrowful... I guess leaving my loved ones without any closure is really a depressing situation...

𝘏𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩...𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯... 𝘔𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥... 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮? He sighed and then scanned the room and saw books and shelves messed up. He gathered the books and read them one by one, he actually understood them as the text used was actually the alphabet and the numeric system he also wasn't bored as the topics within the first few books he skimmed through were about all sorts of magic, weapon, and body martial arts, the history of this dimension, and other various information on this new life of his.

He was reading them and was thoroughly entranced as he also began practicing what was written and illustrated on the various books and tomes. Time went on as he mastered many types of spells, moves, various technical information about crafting, alchemy, medicinal arts, and a diary of someone named Rivienne who seemed to be a cheerful young lady with an adventurous spirit until the latter parts of the diary depicted some sort of betrayal like in a reincarnation kind of novel where most of the time the MC gets betrayed by their closest loved ones. He then stored the books and tomes by using a storage dimension spell he learned in one if the books.

He learned through the latter parts of Rivienne's diary that he was actually her son born through an unholy ritual, the unholiest in fact and was decided to be named Art long ago with her Lover named Myr who was simply known by many names but Rivienne affectionately called him Amyr. The circumstances of his birth were a sacrificial ritual consisting of a Demigoddess's soul and flesh, the summoning of the Spirits of Agony which is done by killing a million souls by torture and 'fermenting' them within the confines of a sealed dimension or can be strenuously collected within Void cracks but those are rare occurrences, and the remains of the supposed Father. It was hard to imagine that a sweet lady like Rivienne was able to do all this but based on what happened to her on the diary entries he read it seemed that she was fully determined on doing so.

The only way to break this space is through a massive explosion of negativity which was supposed to happen during his birth but that didn't happen, to his knowledge his 'birth' was awfully tranquil aside from the Spirits of Agony backing away from him then disintegrating. And besides, he was pessimistic but he wasn't that negative though he hated his life he also looked forward to things like games, takeout from the local Chinese place nearby his apartment, His rare visits to his family when he gets some time off, He wasn't a ball of dark feelings waiting to become a terrorist shooting up his workplace. He wanted to go back home to at least check on his family and apologize as well for abandoning his dreams and succumbing to apathy, sadly no spell, item, ritual, nor any place leads to going back to Earth.

"Ironic, I've always wanted something like this...

To be transferred to a place where magic and all sorts of powers are possible yet the first thought I had was to return home...

Nonetheless, I will treasure this chance, my opportunity to become an awesome existence will never be wasted."

He went into an orthodox boxing stance then clenched bony fists as a faint red aura seeped out of his Skeletal frame "The Horned Fish Martial style is described as the best style for structure destruction as it focuses on a crescendoing combo in one point, hopefully, this breaks this shell-like room." He thought.

"Huuuuuu" He breathed in.

"HAH!" He punches a straight right.

"HAAH!" Followed by a headbutt.

"YAH! HUWAH! ORYA!" Followed by a series of fists and elbows he then paused and did a kicker pose not noticing the red aura fading out he kicked the point he had been attacking with all his might.

*Crack* a small crack appeared on the area he had been attacking but what followed next was...

"YAAROOOOUCH!!!!!!" Pablo screamed in pain.

Well shit, who knew that Skeletons still hurt if they stubbed their toes? But to the Chromatic Cosmos, this was the first time they have heard of the cries of the Progenitor of Origin.