《The Precursor》A Name?
Advertisement
I never thought that creating a name could be so troublesome.
But considering how I never spent hours a day learning new languages or learning cool names, this was to be expected. I almost wish I did though.
I mean, my past life's name sucked. Like, it was trash. Axel Powers. WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT!!! It made me feel like some sort of TRASH young master. But oh well, not many people that I knew watched anime so I was in the good. If they did watch anime or read light novels, they would say that I would be the foreign young master who has a trash personality.
But what's done is done. That's my new catchphrase as I will be entering a world of unknown where I could screw up and kill trillions of lives by sneezing which causes some king of apocalypse.
That was a bunny trail though. Back to naming myself or trying. There's definitely a ton of good names that I could use but that's the issue. They're only good, not godlike.
But is it truly possible to come up with a godlike name?
{Supreme Precursor, I believe that I may help with the creation of a name.} The System seemed to have proclaimed that with what seems to be.... pride? I dismissed that thought immediately though.
"Alright then system, fire away!!!" I exclaimed. They System started naming off tons of names that were definitely excellent but not what I was looking for.
An eternity passed and there were no names that resonated with me. Until the System stated, {Abuem Utia}.
That name was magnificent in my eyes. Maybe it wasn't the best name, but it stroke true with my soul(do I even have one?).
{Beginning the transfer}
{Transfer Completed. Congratulations Supreme One. You have fully adopted all of your powers}
Advertisement
I have never felt so powerful. A powerful feeling of bliss had set in at the beginning. Now, I actually fit the title that was give to me by the system. I was Supreme. I felt the power to create or destroy anything at my "finger tips".
The body that I designed had been created by the System. It felt strange. My limbs and body were long and thin. My vision felt the same, unaffected by the new shape of height. But with only pure Nothingness around, it's kind of hard to judge my new ability.
Even though I was Omniscient, the feeling of all knowledge wasn't that helpful since there wasn't much to know in a void of literal Nothingness
With excitement bubbling though me, I created for the first time.
My first creation was beautiful. It was a simple bed but it was ordained with a azure blue bedsheet and a pillow that was the most unique shade of purple. I created the mattress to be insanely soft and comfortable.
With my first creation done, I laid my head down to take a "nap". It wasn't a true nap since the need of sleep and the concept of sleep were both uncreated. I simply just shut my conscious down for a little.
I took one last look of the utter darkness around me before I took my "nap". There was a lot of work ahead of me but for now, I simply wanted to rest.
Advertisement
Ars Magica
Our vision comes back into focus. Our eyes, while being able to perceive the immediate surroundings, still leave us with our minds uncomprehending towards what is actually occurring. Sure, there are definitive things that we can focus on, like the fact that we're either out upon the open sea or the open ocean, there not being much of a difference with no land in sight, as well as the fact that we appear to be upon a haphazardly constructed metal boat, whose seams are barely able to keep a hold of themselves in the crashing waves. However, that does not let us understand what exactly is causing the waves in the first place. If we were to rewind time, we'd find ourselves upon a calm sea under a peaceful sky with the only difference, being a small whirlpool that would be the precursor towards this uproar around the boat. Lightning flashes in the sky, with no clouds being near, and anyone actually manning the boat has either died towards the cause of the smashing tides in the first place, or are fighting amongst the flashes of lightning, all while trying not to become devoured, demolished, and utterly decimated by the beast roiling in the whirling waves. To better understand exactly what is happening here, there is one singular event that needs to be understood, that needs to be explained, and that is the arrival of a creature named Dave. Stepping back from current events and going towards this creature's first appearance in the world, we begin to hear the sound of water slowly dripping across rocky ground. The cavern is utterly silent except for this one constant, its cause feeding channels downwards, sloping towards cracks in the rubble along the floor from broken stalagmites and stalactites. And there, lying on top of something which had fallen over recently, judging from its cracks, is a person, the creature named Dave. His form is fast asleep, either from the impact or from an intoxication, judging from the smell upon its breath. A bright light suffuses into it for a second, giving life towards the pale skin, before it slowly dies down back to the comfortable black of the cave that it's within. Before this moment in time, Dave did not exist in the physical world. At least, not in the reality that he finds himself born into. We do not know whether or not his existence is simply a cosmic joke, or something that is being played out on purpose. All that we do know, is that one moment, the body was not in the cave, and simply formed in the next. The actual earliest time that we know Dave exists, is the interpolation of the memories of J-209, which we'll begin looking into shortly to gain context towards the coming narrative that is being written and hastily trying to keep itself written. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: This story has several things which might turn its readers away. The first is that this story has shifting points of perspective. Don't worry about that previous sentence too much though, as the main character will always have a first person perspective associated with them. However, any other character from which we're viewing the story from will either be in third-person, as we are not necessarily in their shoes at the moment, or in first person, given that the narrator is an actual physical presence within the story. For the most part, chapters will be self-contained with their perspectives, so there will not be an abundance of switching perspectives within the same chapter. The most that an average reader would have to worry about is the fact that perspectives can switch between chapters. The second thing is that the main character is a bit on the 'special' side of things. He's not exactly mentally there most of the time, so there will be some times that his personality or his thoughts do not actively align with his actions. The third, and final thing of importance, is the fact that past the first couple of chapters, nothing has been planned in advance. There are arcs and plots that I want to do, want to implement, or have already been set into motion from our main character's introduction to the world, but the method that I use for my story writing and generating leads towards a bit more random chance being enabled. Basically...there's a lot of dice rolling behind the scenes. To not complicate the story further than its regular LitRPG elements, the rolls will not be publicly available. However, there will be knowledge within the author's notes on whether or not there were positive or negative critical rolls that had occurred within the chapter. You have been warned. Updates: Mondays & Fridays (Schedule permitting) Typical Chapter Length: (2,000-3,000)
8 107Monstrous Heroic Decimation
Can a single person rise above everything the world throws at him? A world where a single person's life is only worth the amount they're able to carve out of the other's body... a world where the veil of society is held together with a thin veneer, in tiny pockets of a world they once inhabited... Sam is about to hit the coming of age ceremony, and his life up til this point has been good with two caring parents attending school everyday, yet will he throw all that away because of what's about to come? A cultivation-esque, monster taming/evolution story.
8 161The greatest enchanter
In a world known as Hell's Sanctuary, there is a young fellow who is about to have his life changed for good.
8 93Sword and Bloodline
Bloodlines the pride of several families, without it you can't cultivate well and need to forge a path for yourself. These bloodlines were those of mystical beasts, strong ones who could split mountains with their claws. One way or the other cultivators began to posses the blood of this beasts and their human blood was flushed out, and so their generations were being born with the bloodline of mystical beasts. Lee our protagonist, was born in a clan with no bloodline and so they had to forcefully carve out a path for themselves through weapons. Our protagonist was suddenly struck with a very good luck that granted him two paths to tread. That of the.... SWORD AND BLOODLINE.
8 97The Recycled Alpha (Book 1) ✔
Book 1 of Alpha SeriesExcerpt:"'You said that if I got up he would live!', I cried.'The fates have changed Ryan. They are constantly changing.', Selene whispered.'Well fuck the fucking fates okay?! Fuck them!', I yelled."...The Queen. Ryan Halifax.Betrayed by her own pack and father, she's thrown out like garbage.But you know garbage. Some of it can be recycled.When Ryan comes back from the dead, all hell breaks loose.Especially after she finds her mate and he is taken from her.But what type of hell?What does Ryan become?And what about those who turned their backs on her?
8 115Waste of Space
writings of a lonely person
8 156