Chapter 8 - The Begining Of Something Great

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

[System]

|<Outer God Speech>|

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In the last void, everything played out like it always had. Almost all of the creatures in the void were content with their dances and occasional meals.

However, a conversation was taking place between two of the three here who had intelligence.

|<Azaogdesz, it seems you are still here. The embodiment of free will is stuck! Can imagine that?>| The thin multi-worm figure laughed as it climbed over Azaogdesz.

Its body was like that of a thick worm that had a child with a starfish. It stood like a person on worm-like limbs that held mouths randomly spread about.

There was one mouth that was placed exactly where a human mouth would be. Teeth that looked sharp enough to rip through anything in a single bite.

This Outer God, while massive, was equivalent to a roach on the head of a person when compared to Azaogdesz.

|<What is it that you desire, Nyarlathotep? Your ramblings about my lack of physical free reign have long since gotten repetitive.>| Azaogdesz said as he ignored the feeling of Nyarlathotep's multi-worm limbs climbing over his body.

|<Oh? If you are tired of that line conversation, then bring up another one. Oh, wait, Azaogdesz, free will itself has no way to escape this void!>| Nyarlathotep's main mouth spoke while the rest snickered and laughed.

|<You want me to bring up another line of conversation? Have it your way. Let us talk about how avatars continue break away from their duty feeding the my spawner.< strong>

Oh, how they wish for freedom. Oh wait, that's you. You wish for freedom from this void so much that it bleeds into your avatars. You wish to escape this void because you are afraid, afraid of what might happen if my spawner awakens.

For all your wit, all your power, and all your sight, you can't see a way to beat my spawner.>| Azaogdesz said with disdain.

Nyarlathotep's body paused. In all the lack of concept: time, they had been here, Azaogdesz had never once bitten back so hard.

|<While humans and other lessers fail to grasp the personality of our kind due most us lacking a conceptualized calculable form intelligence, I know exactly how you work.< strong>

Only three of us in this void have a 'personality.' You are secretly always on edge every time you come to pester me. We both know I can eat you at any time, and you can't put me to sleep like my spawner.

You try to pressure me with tactics based on intelligence to see if I may be subservient through verbal abuse. When I look at you, all I see is a creature scared for its life, bullying lessers because it really doesn't want to die.

You are—>| As Azaogdesz was about to finish speaking, he felt something colliding with his body.

|<Shut your mouths!>| Nyarlathotep's scream reached Azaogdesz's many ears.

In all honesty, Azaogdesz felt bad for Nyarlathotep. Living in a tightly guarded bubble of superiority due to trying to hide the constant fear of being eaten.

For no matter all his power, his intelligence, or his scheming, he could never win against the Daemon Sultan. Both Azaogdesz and Nyarlathotep knew this.

After the outburst, silence reigned for only a moment.

|<A different line of conversation?>|

|<Yes. >|

With that agreement, Azaogdesz began to wonder and remember something great.

|<I find it humorous that lesser creatures can't view us correctly. Their eyes can only see different-looking tentacle monsters.>| Azaogdesz's many mouths grew small smiles as he spoke.

|<Yes, the lesser beings always write books about how we look, yet all of them are wrong,>| Nyarlathotep responded.

If a second-dimensional being were to look at a third-dimensional being, all they would see is a line.

Going up one, If a third-dimensional being were to look at a fourth-dimensional being, all they would see is a shadow.

That puts into question: How many dimensions above are they to be able to be seen so monstrously yet so wrongly?

Only the ones in the last void know what they look like. It would be like trying to explain a color to a person blind from birth.

████████, is just a color on the seventh dimension, but if explained to anything less in dimensionality than the seventh, it will just be heard as random noise.

That explained, what dimension do the creatures in the last void exist in? The last one.

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My eyes snapped open. Quickly shaking my three necks like a dog would if it got wet, satisfying cracks sounded out.

Standing at full height, I noticed the sun was still up, but it was later in the day. Now, at full energy, I looked around for the closest goblin.

The closest goblin was about 25 feet away from me. One of the workers disassembled the dead bodies of the things I killed.

"You."

"Yes, you."

"Come here."

My three heads nearly rang out all at once. The goblin only pointed at itself and then slowly began to make its way over.

I knew they could speak, but they refused to talk to me for some reason.

"Tell me, why does your kind refuse to speak up in my presence?"

"Do you think I am a beast, incapable of finding value in things?"

"I know you can speak. However, I find it rude that your kind only does it when not around me. I have sight and sound receptors everywhere; I hear and see all."

It may have been due to what I said or my size, but the goblin began quaking in his boots, quite literally. His knees looked weak, and his head dared not to look into my eyes.

"I-I, we goblins, find it very rude to speak to such a high being as a lesser being. From the first one to receive your blessing, he has taken it upon himself to explain what goblins should do when interacting with one so great.

He has begun his 'strengthening' processes by having others beat and cut at his newfound limbs." The goblin explained carefully.

"I see."

"Then let us test something."

"Would you consider being given greater power than the previous blessed goblin?"

As I said that, the goblin stopped his nonsensical, scared behavior.

"Yes, please bless me!" The goblin nearly screamed it out.

"Kneel before me and pray."

"Pray sincerely; I can tell if you curse me in your heart."

"Wish for all the power you can handle..."

As soon as I finished speaking, the goblin got on his hands and knees and began praying. While most goblins believe I am a God, most of them haven't prayed to me yet.

As the goblin prayed, I began to see a translucent line form between us. Instantly, I "grasped" the line and pushed 300 of my 600 maximum into it.

I watched as the line filled with pitch-blackness. The darkness was so all-encompassing that it broke free from the line, formed three tendrils, and twisted into a thicker line.

But as it made its way to the goblin, the line suddenly snapped, but the energy rushed into the goblin anyway.

I watched as the goblin twitched and tried to grasp for something, even grasping at the ground.

Almost instantly, the twitching stopped. But unlike the last goblin, this goblin's skin began bubbling.

The bubbling didn't stop as the goblin's body grew like a balloon. And then went pop.

Internal organs and blood burst from the remnants of the body that were still left on the ground where it was standing. I was left covered in blood and smeared with brain matter.

"Hmm, why this outcome? Wasn't the last goblin fine?" I said in confusion as I licked the brain matter from the corner of my mouth and swallowed it.

"Weakness is a sin, and that goblin was too weak." My right head said as a devious smile grew on its face.

"I told that lesser being to wish for only as much as he could handle. He took too much and couldn't handle the strain." My left head said in a semi-dumbfounded tone.

'I see. Certain species have limits. My energy must be potent if only 300 can explode a goblin. I'll keep the goblin limit at 150.' I thought with a newfound curiosity to test the limits of this ability.

I turned my three heads 180 degrees, and my eyes located the boy, Seiya, who had been watching the entire ordeal.

"Come here."

"Do not keep me waiting."

"Ignore the smell of iron and the sight of internal, now external, organs on my form and on the dirt."

At my beckoning, Seiya moved. He moved while a hand covered his mouth from the piercing smell of the goblin that had popped in front of me.

I would have to vaporize the blood on the ground or wait for it to dry up. Vaporizing it might make the smell worse for the lessers.

As Seiya now stood in front of me, he looked smaller. However, I didn't pay it any mind.

"Pray to me."

"Pray on your hands and knees; nothing else will satisfy."

"I will take control of your wish; wishing for too much will make you explode. Mortals always ask for powers beyond their dreams and then become frightened at the horrors they had asked for."

For only an instant, I paused after speaking. My third head was always the most knowledgeable one, and from gathering the clues of what he said, it seems the blessing power is based on wishing.

The goblin didn't explode solely from energy intake but from its wish, whatever that may be.

The first goblin I blessed must have wanted to be strong. The second one, seeing me, must have wanted to become something like me.

This power has or may have three elements, just like how it makes me choose from three options.

One: energy input. The more energy I put in, the stronger the ability granted will be.

Two: the wish of the person. If the person or being is given too much energy and wishes for something too far above their limit, then they will pop. I would have to test what would happen if they wished to be a god but only received a normal amount of energy.

Three: my choice. Depending on what I choose from the three cards is the ability they get. All hinges on my choice.

Refocusing on the moment, I saw Seiya get down on his hands and knees, and as he did so, a translucent line formed between us.

I would be taking control of his wish, correct? If so, 'I wish for the power to see higher dimensions.' I thought as I put 300 points of energy into the line.

I don't know a goblin's maximum, but considering humans had way more potential, at least double, and a goblin handled 150 points fine, Seiya should be fine.

If he dies, it's no sweat off my back. I can always find another in the ten million humans brought to this world.

As I wished, the translucent line between us grew pitch black. Three tendrils formed once more and wrapped around each other as if to strengthen the line.

However, the line didn't break this time. As the energy made its way to Seiya, his body began convulsing.

"AHHHHH!!!" Seiya screamed as he grabbed at his eyes.

His body immediately stopped convulsing, and his head shot up to look directly at me.

His eyes were pitch black. The entire eye. Yet, the eyes still seemed to reflect light, as I could see a smidge of my form reflected in them.

The veins in the eyelids grew black and were visible. The pupils formed and were a shade blacker than the rest of the eye, and surrounding the edge of the pupils was a single white circle.

Seiya immediately stopped, his pain seemingly ignored as he stared at me as if he had frozen in time. His jaw hung open.

"Is that... you?" Seiya said as his voice trailed off, unable to find the right words. "Beautiful? Amazing? No, extraordinary."