Following a grueling fight with a dangerous Rathagross, Pepsi Modira became Pepsi Shooter again, losing his muscles for more reasonable and balanced abilities. Going to the location where the beast should have crashed had it not been evaporated by the Carbonate Destruction skill, I found a radiant sphere of a glow similar to the idyllic dimension artifact, which gave me had then allowed to generate my very first Pepsi stand. As I picked it up, I was overwhelmed with immeasurable energy unlike any other. In the middle of this clearing at the edge of the woods, I then unlocked new skills. Skills not only active, but also passive. My Pepsi stands had skills, such as Carbonate Destruction for Pepsi Modira, but also passive powers which I affectionately named Soda-powers. Each had two, innately allowing them to escape various effects or even boost themselves right off the bat. It was their brand.

At the same time, I myself unlocked special skills. I had my own attacks and Soda-powers, without depending on my Pepsi stands. But apart from all these technical acquisitions, I felt another energy. Energy similar to that of Pepsi Shooter. As I called her, I was extremely surprised to see a Pepsi stand that I had never seen. Similar to Pepsi Shooter, he was slimmer, levitated, and had a metallic appearance. Instinctively, I named him Pepsi Metalica. An orange aura covered him, objects resembling cans orbiting him, he seemed to possess average power and durability, but given his brisk movements his speed had to be the greatest of my current Pepsi stands. As I traveled through the Wild Lands, I displayed his abilities.

As I suspected, he had powerful telekinetic and telepathic powers, being able to lift a mountain range with a wave of his finger. With these psychic gifts was also added an increased mastery of the elements. Fire, water, plant, earth, electricity, he mastered them even better than Pepsi Shooter or Pepsi Modira. It was then that after the discovery of this psychic Pepsi stand, the world began to shake. At first like multiple continuous earthquakes, I saw the sky change. Changing colors, it began to crumble, as if crumbling to dust. As if my instinct was the promise of my survival, it dictated movements to make. Like in a video game, I moved forward, backward, to the sides, when suddenly, a portal opened. I understood then that this brief step had allowed me to open a passage to a new world. But I had to act quickly, because the deterioration of my precious Wild Lands was accelerating.

I then crossed the rift created to escape from this ruined place before it collapsed entirely. Anyway, why did I run away from it ? I resided in a void beyond voids much worse than this sagging could have given, guess I wasn't sure I could escape once in, the thought of going back there to where I came from scared me, maybe. Anyway, so I landed in a new world. A world which, to my surprise, was very large to say the least. I landed straight into a twisted dimension ignoring the laws of physics ordinarily established in most worlds. Objects were flying here and there from this space. Various debris, planets and other various celestial bodies. A real distorsion world. My instinct made me look around if a renegade dragon wasn't prowling, I'm not sure why but it made me feel more peaceful. I then sailed almost peacefully in this space paradoxically devoid of space and time. It was not a problem in view of where I came from, and I was able to discover more wonders. Waterfalls flowed upward a few meters from other waterfalls flowing to the right or left. Vectors and gravity made no sense here, it made me laugh a bit, I thought back to my native dimension devoid of logic.

Then came the moment when I came face to face, or at least face to muzzle, with a dragon. Not the violent dragon that my instinct had warned me about, but a brown dragon with no limbs left. It was a long entity with a slender serpentine body, covered in places with yellowish patterns. A mostly greenish flying dragon had approached me. However, although his presence did not inspire danger, his gaze was quite different. The instant I met one of his eyes, I was seized with a panick fear. Yet I was beyond fear, this concept did not reach me, my mentor seemed to have endowed me with this privilege. But the piercing gaze of this dantesque lung had pulverized this protective barrier. I was paralyzed, my Soda-powers seemed ineffective on the beast. And yet, despite this hell he was making me live, the dragon did not attack me. He stood there, staring at me, as if waiting for something. My instinct then dictated what to do next. I forced the passage between his will and mine and won this duel. I nonchalantly released myself from this forced fear and the dragon, seeing this, closed his eyes like a sage. He didn't seem able to restrain his power, so he deliberately deprived himself of sight so as not to harm others, even though hardly anyone resided in this steep dimension.

He was a good dragon, a wise creature advocating peace over hatred. Understanding the situation, I decided to help him. I first made him understand that he had nothing to fear from me, and with a wave of my arm, I stamped a seal on his abilities. He then opened his eyes and looked at me. However, I had previously resisted his power, so he couldn't verify if I had indeed restricted him. At that moment, I summoned a clone of myself, but without this resistance, and the celestial dragon could verify. He saw that nothing was happening with a single glance, and it was as he stepped up his power a little that he saw the fake me paralyzed. He alternated between me and the copy to see if it wasn't just an impression or a bad joke on my part, and I did remain indifferent as the clone as paralyze. He was delighted, he could finally open his eyes without terrifying anyone who met his gaze. It suddenly emitted, after a few words of thanks, a bright light and split into a myriad of glittering particles. I had a revelation that pinched my heart. This lone dragon pained to frighten everyone was no more than a soul, he had probably died several centuries ago. Or several millennia, who knows. A dragon probably lives a time that is unknown to me, and the absence of space-time in these places did not help me to guess all that. Either way, this appeased specter left as silently as he had appeared, leaving nothing but void and silence behind him. And a grayish sphere.

By going close to this object, the same thing as in the Wild Lands happened. A renewal of power, as an outcome. It was the second time, third time if you count the idyllic dimension, that an enemy dropped an object allowing me to greatly improve myself. It was too easy seen like that, as if I was brooded by a mother hen in my quest. Somehow it suited me pretty well, but on the other hand, it pissed me off. The illusion of freedom that I didn't feel it was suffocating me, albeit in an abstract way. Instantly, I opened a portal in order to leave this dimension and arrived in a black space, in all points similar to my place of birth. Peaceful now, if we can put it that way, I settled down and took my time. Taking a deep breath, I took a look back at my whole life, my memories, my abilities. My poverty, my rescue, my Pepsi stands, it all came back to me. Opening my eyes decidedly, I saw the data of all my opponents.

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[ Rathagross ]

Classification : Lands Wyvern

- Skills -

• Plunging Dive

• Furious Mania

• Poison Instigation

• Pyro Big Bang

- Natural Talents -

• Draconic Temperament

• Furax Fury

• Indignation

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I saw the data from the Rathagross I had previously defeated. He had 4 logically active attacks and 3 skills similar to my Soda-powers, even though on this wyvern they were qualified as Natural Talents. Without even going to check the characteristics, I also thought to recognize each of the attacks by remembering our fight. I then saw the details of this ghost dragon.

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[ Yung Lung ]

Classification : Celestial Lung

- Skills -

• State of Mind

• Distorded Shadow

• Draco-Flagrance

• Divine Punishment

• Curse of Contempt

- Natural Talents -

• Legend

• Planetary Orbital

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The dragon had one more attack, but one less Natural Talent. In doing so, I could see the information of the people of my choice and even select each of these skills in order to grant them to me. As for the Natural Talents, they had obviously been added to me automatically. A pleasure, I felt the power flowing in me. I had returned to a place that seemed as oppressive as it used to be, and strangely, I had awakened new things in me, beneficial things. I felt at ease in this empty place, as if I was coming back to my origins. This dimension in which I had arrived, in which I had re-energized myself, I made it my personal dimension. Like that, no one could get in. And if a marauder dared to rush into it before I put this unwavering law there, he will see himself permanently locked up in it, nothing would allow him to escape. I named, the law of the Infinite Vise, the one that allows anyone to be locked up by ignoring their abilities or their physical and physiological characteristics. Conversely, no one can break it in order to rescue a possible trapped victim. My gifts are unwavering, I do not allow anyone to override their effects.

After having affixed this protective law, I continued my travel towards other dimensions with the firm intention of discovering the reason for my existence. My powers were growing day by day, if at least I had the notion of day. My limits were quickly darkening and my thirst for knowledge was as growing as my powers. What will happen to me next? Would I see my mentor again? I can't wait to find out.