《Reincarnator’s Road to World Domination》Booooring Days
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Viktor enjoys a few things, especially waiting in this vast expanse of nothingness, with only a table and a chair.
Though if there were one thing he enjoyed the most, It'd probably be the great feeling of schadenfreude.
Goodness me! I love that word quite a lot, and there has never been a perfect encapsulation of the sheer euphoria in crushing arrogant imbeciles.
Though admittedly, threats requiring senior-level executives are few and far from between. Even in this infinite multiverse, there is only so much power one can gather. After all, not everyone people can be omnipresent like a certain someone.
Perhaps that's why a being can gather only so much power at one point. Well, if you don't count the BIG G, that is.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, This level of boredom, hasn't been reached, since" Viktor taps his chin. reminiscing, he snaps his finger, remembering, "Since my first life," He sighs deeply "goodness it's been so long."
Viktor shakes the thought away, and He stands up. "No matter then, I'll just have to make my own entertainment."
He conjures a portal through a wave of his hand, a paper appears. He claps quite delighted. "Oh my, my dearest Chairmans finally decided to use their most valuable asset."
He steps forward, reading the memo he was sent. He spoke excitedly. "You are tasked to eliminate a primordial deity residing in Earth V-31." The paper burns in an instant.
He giggles, a sound filled with malevolence "An elimination, haha, this is going to be delightful,"
He stops his laughter as he becomes engrossed in thought, but why was I the one called? A primordial deity is sure to be easy pickings for any Junior executive.
"OH WELL, who cares, who should I care as to what the Board thinks." He shrugs his shoulders as He once again conjures a portal. Walking through it, he comes out of an alley.
The dirty alley, filled with the pungent smell of garbage, blasted by the sounds of bursting traffic, is interrupted by a scream. A scream drowned out by the repeating noise of horns and engines.
Viktor strolled through a dirty alleyway only to come up to a view. A group of men trying hold down a woman, "Keep struggling hahaha." They laugh maliciously,
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They were interrupted with a question. "Oh my, has this become normal? If so this world sure has turned quite raunchy." His question captures their attention. He swaggers closer, his eyes glowing an eerie red.
One of the men shouted at Viktor, "The fuck you looking at, keep moving." The man pointed at the exit. The people were passing by quickly afraid of confrontation.
A realization passes through Viktor. "Oh, haha, silly me." He swaggers closer. "It seems you lot are sinners." The eerie red now intensifying, the men take a step back, feeling a primordial fear.
One of the men run, but before he could, hands grabbed at his foot. A hole opens up as hands hold at their feet. The other men look down to see a bottomless abyss, red eyes glowing as a hand grabs at each of them.
The men struggle as each man whimper and strains against the hands, dragging them to hell, begging for their mercies, and screaming their lungs out asking for help, but none come.
The futile struggles continue as a minute pass by as the men remain waist-deep in the deep abyss. One brought out a gun, shooting Viktor, only to see him stand unaffected despite unloading his gun upon him.
The men seeing this, cried harder and louder, finding ways as the seconds pass, as the hand covering them their comes and closer to swallowing them whole. Then they suddenly stop, accepting of their fate.
"My God, how horrific," Viktor spoke with mercy, the glimmer of hope, giving them the will to beg for forgiveness, only to be crushed by the laughter echoing from the Abyss "Keep STRUGGLING, HAHAHAHA."
The malicious grin the last thing they'll ever see.
Throughout the ordeal, the woman affected remained frozen in fear, only to be broken out of her stupor by an elegant voice. "I believe this was yours, little lady." She looks up to see Viktor holding out a bag.
She reached for it and stood up, greeted by a friendly smile, as a warm feeling covers her and bruises healed in an instant. "Now, little lady, hope you learned to steer clear of alleyways," the smile at her turns manic. "After all, there are demons everywhere."
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Viktor disappears as the alleyway empties, leaving the woman to wonder if it ever happened.
Viktor stands on the coast, dusting off his clothes, hoping to wipe off the smell "Tsk tsk, absolute hassle, I should really learn how to do a specific teleport."
Viktor nods to himself, satisfied. "Well, at the very least I did something good today," He looks out the ocean bursting with excitement. "Now, time to kill some deity, whose arrogance made him defy GOD."
He steps unto the ocean, teleports himself into the middle of the Atlantic, standing on top of the water, waiting for the entity to come for him.
"WHO DARES, disturb my slumber." The water rises, revealing in Viktors own words a cheap Cthulhu knock-off. The weather changes as the night sky became engulfed in a storm. A disturbance noticed by the world.
Viktor waves at the gigantic being, waving at him with an answer. "It was I Viktor, the one who dares disturb your slumber."
"A human? HAHAHA." A deep rumbling sound as his tentacles bounces with his laughter. Viktor confusedly laughed alongside him, unsure of what the being found funny. "ha...ha...ha...ha."
A paper appears on Viktors side, and with Viktor tired of the conversation, He coughs in his hand and reads. "Since you have denied AFTERLIFE, you have been sentenced to extermination."
"Pathetic," The being says as he was about ready to crush the mortal beneath. Only to be stopped by a being of equal size. Formed by Viktor's shadow.
Cthulhu rip-off said, angered. "You think this is enough against me," he smote the being with a thought. "I control the power of this world, and such things are beneath me." He looks at Viktor in disdain.
To see him cutting his nails, "My goodness, I really should've done this sooner," He nods to himself. "Oh well who knew this was going to be this boring anyways." Viktor shakes his head. "I expected more from a primordial deity."
The Cthulhu-rip-off about to crush Viktor in anger, smiting him into inexistence. It notices something and stops.
The sea turned silent, the storm calmed, and the world stops in a heartbeat. Viktors shadow suddenly engulfed Cthulhu-rip-off, trapping him in a dimension of eternal darkness. The shadow from Viktor's shadow now back, with eerie red eyes dotted around its body.
Cthulhu-rip-off now gripped in his first feeling of fear. He turns around to see a bigger shadow swallowing his view. Viktor tilted his head to the side as the eyes of infinity focus on it, the pressure bearing making it kn. As as he does so, the souls trapped bare their faces, filled with grief and suffering.
Cthulhu-rip-off felt a shiver go through him, something it would've thought impossible, but as it to stand back up. The feeling of fear overwhelms it, as it desperately calls upon the power of the world it resides in. as it does, a sinking feeling echoes deep within.
It came up EMPTY, for, in this dimension, only darkness exists. Millions of hands appear from the darkness grabbing upon its body. It pushes forward, dragging its enormous form, and crying out, "PLEASE, I'll follow your command, PLEASE."
A feeling of despair engulfs it as trillions of suffering cries call upon its judgment. Chanting in an eerie tone, "death, Death, DEATH."
Despite its struggles, the hands now cover him in absolute darkness barring his eyes. And as its impending death neared, the last thing it ever experiences was the eyes of infinity watching in judgment as a voice of a trillion souls utter in disdain.
"Pathetic"
The darkness recedes, and Viktor burps, now standing alone in the middle of the ocean. "My goodness, that was quite a filling meal." Viktor conjures a handkerchief, wiping his mouth. "Though a bit salty perhaps," He smacked his lips together, "and fishy."
An alarm rings off as Viktor looks upon his watch and claps excitedly. "Oh my, It would seem that it is time to meet my apprentice."
He taps his chin deep in thought, "Though, when was it again?"
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