"Hello is anybody there? where the fuck is this place..."

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"Looks like...T just lived in the outsquirts...no wonder he knew nothing appart from the word..."

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"Goddam I can't organize my thoughts with this weak body, I will need a medium so that I can actually think without the actual support of the tyrant..."

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Did I give you a name? I kinda remember calling you a rusty relic but because of my body, I cant remember...I know you are connected to me so please..."

Name:

Oatmeal.

Decendance from:

Veltic Human.

Template:

Endless walker.

What do you need?:

Narration.

(Half body control possible: Infinite intelligence. Can't stop time anymore.)

Deep knowledge.

(Divides mind into different sections. These sections will be put as unlockable skills, evolutions, techniques, cultivation techniques, and knowledge of where you may be or what you are looking at. depends on how powerful your body becomes.)

Commentary from me.

(Helps with the synergies in the mind.)

Theorized protocol.

(Analyzes anyone who you deeply focus on.)

"All of them, please, and my name is Otreal..."

Name: Otreal.

...Initiating change. (Symptoms Include: A bubble of pain in your head.)

"At least-" 12-323-453-5-3-WQ -D GD,

pain,

PAIN!

A BUBBLE OF PAIN MY ASS!!!!!!

Finding out that the compulsive pain creeping through his dense bones and muscles was absolutely not a bubble, Lem fell to the floor like a statue, his eyes dilated as his mouth opened and closed in desperation for more oxygen, his breaths becoming tighter and tighter...his body falling into a state of temporal analysis.

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He was currently unconscious in the ruins of the first generation, a place where first Tridimensionals lived and ate together as the family they were. This peculiar place had been forgotten by the Tyrant, yet with the years there came some frequent visits...some from the defects but most of the time by freed entities, they just truthfully wanted to see what was missing in the multiverse's. Most of these freed entities had enough time in their hands to actually inscribe on the cracked walls millions of sightseeing enchantments so they could see the past, clearly they had not learned enough as the runes never actually worked and only made them old and sometimes bones.

It had actually been forbidden by the strongest tridimensional to let any freed entity reach this place before actually understanding what they were getting into for it may just send them to a true prison, one constructed to keep the old ones.

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"Tip, tap, tip."

Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps appeared and started to approach us groggily like a careful animal analyzing its prey. I had to protect my host.

Connection to Otreal's worpooll crystal confirmed.

The ground started to break apart, as the power of Lem coursed thought my sharp edge into the air. "Stop!" A voice old and croaky invaded the air with dismay, I felt my handle being quickly taken by two big hands and invaded by a frosty raging influence. "Do you really want to destroy such a marvelous marvel? May thou form shape tee, but not this intricate citadel of the fallen breed." The individual taking me by the handle was nothing but a ghost, his muscles where not seeable, his eyes were a dark electric yellow and his body was completely covered in a condensed fog of darkness that almost looked like bulky latex.

ANALYSING:

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Name:

Astrus.

Decendance from:

Human God.

Template:

Human.

Summary:

Astrus is a mortal who achieved the feat of defeating all of the moon gods in his multiverse, he gained the inheritance of rage with the help of chaos, and now after many adventures, he has become curious of the "True universe's" origin as well as who Chaos actually is.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" The dark figure scratched the surface of my body aND BROKE A PEIECE OF ME. "What a weird thing I have seen today, it almost feels like buttery slendery teater. I might have to check your components and see that core that disrupts and forms limiters...a helping force for those that hold no original form..." The man took his eyes off me and took a deep, almost concerning look at my recipient.

"What might we have here...? To see such a system in such a wielder is quite strange but mostly exciting. I might have to make my decision once we are out of here, for those defects have been chasing my tail for too long." The smiling darkness cupping his chin with his right hand as he looked at the top of the rocky hallway cleaved me into the ground with his free hand and took hold of my recipient. "I will just leave thou here for a moment or two, for they are coming and taking such a bait as you would be too revealing.

The body of Astrus and my recipient turned bright, as white lightning took hold of their bodies and made them fade into the air like white powder. It was all silent apart from the chirping of huge Alacras: a species genetically made by the Tridimensionals so they would become godly mounts...

A few minutes passed of endless boredom before a huge legion of bright shining monks descended into the ruins of the first generation, they had a little bit too much white sparkles coming out of them, they raised their palms and finally descended into the ground. "All Hail The Creator." They quickly separated into many different directions and like beams of light they inspected every corner, shadow, rock, plant, they found nothing. "Contact the Multiverses nearby to be in high alert...we have a traitor in our midsts." They disappeared into dots of light but not without glancing at me and closing their eyes...as if they were trying to keep their thoughts to themselves and not send them to their god.

At that exact moment, Astrus and the dark figure appeared from the darkness below the pillars adorning the ruins, for the ruins were made with Crostrol: a substance that in ancient times was even capable of gluing broken worlds back again. "Now we can actually explore this marvel of the fallen breed." Astrus tossed my recipient into his shoulder and took me by the handle again. "You see little-rusted sword...this place was..." Bla-blah-blah. Boring...I have heard this a thousand times Astrus.

Astrus just could not keep his mouth shut and keep blabbing about how this place was cool and stuff as we kept walking that even me; the closest thing to a computer, was mortified and just wanted him to shut up."And so that is the history of this place. Now the runes..." Would he actually shut up?

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"Shit, I knew this would happen."

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"Yeroma are you ok?"

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"Yeah, kinda."

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"Need help?"

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"A gifted constitution will do the trick."

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"No wonder you grop talk like that."

"OOOHHHH, GOOODD. >_

"If you guys need rest then just go 80 seconds south and then 10 seconds east at REP 14" A huge eye loomed over me and tickled my stomach as he gave me directions that made absolutely no sense."HAHAH! Stop!...I did not understand what you just said, could you say it more...simple?" The big eye closed its eyelid slowly and floated with its floating dancing tentacles south. "Let's go Ninx!" I knelt down and picked Ninx by the arm. "Hey, be more careful! I'm not made of metalll." Her right arm scraped the grey rocky floor and she started wincing like a little baby. "Hey, this is one of the last times I'm doing you this favor so just relax and enjoy the ride."

"SO...were you guys sent here by Chaos?" I was taken back a little, as normally no one would even notice such a thing. "How did ya notice?" I tilted my head to the side and looked closely at the veins popping from the eyes back. "I can see a scripture with the seal of Chaos on your hearths." If we could not use it yet have it so close to us what about Lem? I turned to look at Lem..."Ninx were is Lem?" Ninx took a look around her and gasped. "Mr. Eye...do you know where the third one who has this seal is?

"You mean Otreal, right?"

"Yeah...I'm Yeroma by the way and this is Ninx from velvet 5." The eye of the eye opened big and wide, he knew what this meant.

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"And so that is the history of the runes carved on the ancient walls of this beautiful halls...Now the history of the creatures that populate this world..." PLEASE, PLEASE, SOMEONE, PLEASE SHUT HIM UP. I had been traveling with this dark thing for the last 18 hours and he still was talking. I tried to make a sound barrier around my sensible metal but the soundwaves his mouth made were penetrating, the exact opposite of what any normal existence should have...unless he made a cultivation technique himself and was circulating it the wrong way.

"And so that is the history of the creatures of this place." Well, that was fast. I really hope my recipient wakes up early or I'm going to wake him up myself. The dark figure stopped walking and looked into the distance. "Impossible." The figure of a known man without his space suit but only his pants came into view. "HELLO? I NEED A RIDE HOME..." The mouth of Astrus opened in surprise while his eyes started to water up.

"Bestian...?" The body of my recipient fell to the ground, my handle was let go and Astrus sprinted like a mad ghost towards Tamer. "Astrus?" The eyes of Tamer watered up too and he fell on his knees. "Give your old man a hug." The body of tamer was beautifully picked up and turned and smashed to the ground of the ruins. "WHY DID YOU DISSAPER FOR A FOUR MILLENNIA! I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN" Astrus started crying and so did Tamer. "WHERE...where is the astronaut costume I gave you on your 222222 birthday?" Tamer stopped crying instantly and instead began trembling with fear. "I...will you not get mad papá? The face of Tamer started to scrunch up and the hands of Atrus started to slide up towards his neck.

"I will get mad."

"Ok, I had a little incident not a long while ago and my suit disappeared." Astrus trew tamer towards the sky and huffed. "HURRY FROM YOUR TRAVEL TO THE FIRST MOON OF TRONOS, I WILL MAKE DINNER AND IF YOU DONT COME BACK AT TIME, I WILL EAT WHAT I WILL COOK FOR YOU!"

"Nooooooooo"

Lem woke up at that moment.