Vile Rabbit-Chapter 111: The last thoughts of a dying miracle. 1
"I see," muttered Apexion after hearing the world will's past.
countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He then pointed his right finger at the will, and a streak of black light shot out and entered the will. This streak of light contained detailed information on how to enter his path.
He then commanded,
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"Follow this method, join my path, and become something greater."
After which, he gazed down on the world and continued,
"As for the creatures that inhabit you… Let's see… unseal your nexus sphere and allow nexus particles to flow throughout your body. After that, you are to spread the method of my path, and as for your
death games you are to increase the grimmest two-fold."
After this, he released the sealing on the will, who gazed at him for an instant, then vanished inside the continent. Apexion then turned and took a single step, after which he vanished and reappeared at the center of the realm. His eyes wandered around intensely as he took in the laws that governed this realm.
'So alike, but at the same time so different,' he thought. The laws of this realm were almost the same as the ones in his realm: the same laws of gravity, directions, flame, etc.
The only difference was the frequencies at which they operated. For example, flame would still have the properties of a flame; only the degrees required to burn a leaf would be different. In his realm, if it took 1 degree to burn a leaf; in this realm, it would take 0.5 degrees. He frowned; he didn't like the implications of this.
This would mean that a creature might be able to destroy a mountain in its home realm but might not be able to destroy a tree in another realm. Also, techniques and abilities might stop working entirely in another realm, but only for creatures below the 7th tier, of course. Countless thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind, and instantly, his eyes flashed with a countermeasure.
He created a technique that would counter such an issue; he called it [the invader's banner]. This technique created a banner formed from one's spirit; this banner had the ability to passively recalculate the required input it would take to achieve the desired output
of something one wanted when they entered a foreign realm.
Boom!
Suddenly, the sound of a cosmic continent being reorganized and the nexus core being activated echoed out. He shifted part of his focus downwards, where he saw countless tower mountains rising from the continent, spanning light years in height.
He could tell these mountains were gruesome and bloody trials that the continent had created for its inhabitants. Suddenly, he thought of something: 'Let's add more spice to it.' After which, his figure started to pulse with the law of greed, he stretched out his right index finger, and—
Splat! Drip!
His finger split open, after which a crimson blood drop laced with the concept of greed fell from his finger. Instantly, it penetrated the continent and fused together with the continent's nexus sphere.
A second later, the aura of greed started to permeate the entire world, slowly influencing the creatures while also imposing a rule upon them: the rule of [if you can kill it, you can have it]. What this rule does is exactly as it says; as long as a creature kills another creature, said creature will gain a portion of that creature's strength.
The ability comes with its side effects, of course, such as essence pollution, being polluted by the creature whose strength you had stolen, which could lead to madness and mutation.
Suddenly, Apexion's starry eyes flashed with fascination, and he turned and gazed towards the darkness outside the realm. He couldn't help but grin while muttering,
"What. Do. We Have Here?"
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{The last thoughts of a dying miracle, its life flashing before his eyes}
'From the moment I was born, I knew that I was different, being that I was born self-aware, and with that self-awareness came the realization that I was weak, fragile, and easy to crumble. I hated that—my fragility—and I wanted to change that, but unfortunately, there was nothing I could do, for I was too young; I couldn't even move my own hands at that time.
Time passed, and I had grown into a young boy, five years old. I must say, over the years, my hatred for my weakness had only grown stronger, becoming nigh endless.
Especially the moment when I accidentally tripped and broke my arm. I cried for days, not because of the pain—no—but out of self-hatred. I just could not stand the fact that I was so weak that even something as simple as the ground I walked on could have inflicted so much damage upon me; the very ground that couldn't move or anything could kill me.
I couldn't accept this fact.
I also hated the fact that my people, my family, didn't share that hatred with me; they didn't hate their fragility. 'Why?' I usually questioned. Why were they content with the fact that a random rock could end their life? I couldn't understand.
For some reason, I felt that they were both lucky and unlucky at the same time. To not have to live with this bottomless self-hatred, to be able to peacefully go about their daily lives, not worrying about dying to a grain of dust or choking to death on the very air they breathe.
I also felt they were unlucky because they lacked something that I deemed very important: DRIVE. They lacked the drive for self-improvement at its core, 'self.'
They lacked the drive to elevate themselves beyond the very world itself, beyond a rock, a pointy stick, coldness, a towering tree, a strong wind, or burning flames.
'They are shackled by stagnation.'
I started to research ways in which I could become stronger. After reading thousands of books on the makeup of the body, organs, blood, bones, and muscles, I came up with a method in which I could become stronger: [FULL EXERCISE] I called it.
A set of body movements that allowed me to simultaneously simulate all the muscles and blood within my body.
