I Am Become Death

I'm not usually one for getting into particularly outrageous situations. I like to go with the flow and only ever really lash out when I get to the point where I'm mad, which is difficult in and of itself.

If I'm reading this supposed 'Akashic Record' right, however, then that means I really have gotten myself into something truly… out there.

It says here that I am the world's first lich and have been the only one since I became a lich a little over eight hundred years ago. Not only that, but the process of my ascension was so powerful that it released a shockwave felt by all beings that exist in a higher dimensional plane which killed seven of them.

What were those higher dimensional beings? They were actual gods. No, like, really, they were literal divine entities.

Now, you might be wondering what or where my phylactery is, if I'm a lich. My phylactery is the very concept of existence itself.

How did I do that, you might be asking, if a phylactery has to be a solid object.

I'll tell you how, by solidifying the concept of existence itself into the shape of a bottle.

Where is this bottle? Oh, you know, outside of existence itself, confining the literal expanding infinite that is existence inside of itself like some kind of limitless cosmic wine in a very fancy bottle, which is, you guessed it, also infinitely expanding.

How did I do that, you ask. To that, I say, I have, honestly, no clue.

It is written in the Akashic Record, probably because it's 'outside of existence' or whatever that means.

Do I have the original lich's memories? Yes, but the deeper understanding that, apparently, 'resonated with his soul' is lost on me, because every time I try to view those memories, I get a headache and I have neither a brain nor muscle. Explain to me that.

That said, it isn't all bad. Apparently, I outclass all of the gods in magical capability and am capable of manipulating the concept of death better than the only three gods of death and the only two gods of the dead that this facet of reality has to offer.

This, I can somewhat understand. Mostly due to the original's memories, but that doesn't stop a tension headache from forming whenever I peruse them. Still confused on how that works, but okay.

So, getting out of the way that I'm basically the god of magic and the master over death, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.

At this point, without even having done anything, I'm immortal, have power greater than that of the gods, can see both the future and the past, and can do basically anything that I want. I no longer need to eat, I couldn't taste it anyway, I don't need to drink, it would go right through me, and I don't need to sleep as I don't have a brain or muscles to get fatigued.

I guess, I could just go about my unlife going through what I know about magic, what the original live knew about magic anyway, trying to get to where the original was and rolling with whatever happens to pass me by.

Ugh, I just don't know. Whatever, I shouldn't think about it too hard. If it happens, then it happens. For now, I'm just standing here in the middle of a random forest, looking at the slowly fading book titled 'Akashic Record' in my bony facsimile of hand.

As it stands, my knowledge of magic is slapshod at best, but I have effectively infinite mana, connected to all of existence as I am, so making a couple of sprouts grow into trees really fast and in the general shape of a house, with rooms of course, was pretty easy.

Was it efficient or as quick or as easy as it could have been?

No. In all honesty, it probably wasn't even close. But, that's why I'm going to be going through the memories I have access to, the ones that won't make me feel like my skull got split open at any rate.

They will be instrumental in allowing me to enjoy this new life of mine to the fullest that the new me is now capable of.