A wild chapter approaches. Here is the elusive bonus chapter. Honestly I was thinking what could and should be considered a bonus chapter. At first I thought I should just bring out another actual chapter, but because of how long it takes me to come up with those chapters I felt that it would be best to leave it as is. Then I thought that I should do a story of MC's (Cyan's) life before this whole gamer thing. I came up with some good stuff but couldn't put it into a single chapter. This is what I ended up thinking of. Enjoy.
(Brother of destruction POV)
After returning to my domain. Blankly gazing at the fog covered grimm pools that surround me. I began to ponder to myself as I always do. Why are we bound to our lands, why can't we leave our domain. These are the questions I often ask myself. However my mind has recently began drifting to other thoughts. What's causing the anomalys appearance, why must leave protecting our world to the humans, why must we sit back and wait for the world to close off it's masters and how will my apostal fair in a world that more brother hypacitically medaled in. My infuriating brother says we must maintain order in our realm but doesn't changing the past to affect the present go against that!? Well no matter, he may make the rules and use loopholes he devised to gain his favourable outcome but he would never expect that I would use a loophole of my own, that I would use his own plan to take the glory of saving the world. I can only hope that my follower's growth can proceed as planned.
"This will be the day I finally one up my brother!" I laugh into the air.
"Don't be so sure of that."
A familiar voice sounds out. While it is calm and soft sounding, the tone and presence of the voice causes me to shiver. I look around the edge of my pools of destruction for the entity but could not find it. It wasn't until I turned around that I saw the shadow of the figure in the fog.
"You talk quite rudely mortal. You better be thankful i'm in a good mood. I would have obliterated you otherwise."
"You say that like you could hurt me. Do you really have the power to harm me or has your arrogance and idiocy leave you completely blind?" This little brat!
'Idiotic human.' I smiled cruelly and struck the figure with multiple bolts of electricity, creating a shockwave that blew away the fog. To my surprise the figure stood completely unfazed, but what shocked me the most was their figure. They looked exactly like the partner my follower created.
"Would you look at that. The outcome I said would happen, happened." The brat taunted.
"How!? A creation from the akashic scroll shouldn't be able to physically be here, let alone survive my attacks!" I shouted while swinging my arm to the side.
"That's because I'm a being created by the system, the akashic record, from scratch. I can connect to just about anything created by the system. That of course includes you. I simply projected my image into your mind to create visual and auditory illusions."
"What do you mean created!? You are not making any sense!"
"Allow me to enlighten you. This world has three different beings in it; those who are born from the system, those who are connected to the system and those who are unaffiliated to the system. These three beings don't exist as separate entities but as different parts of a cycle. Humans (beings unaffiliated with the system) who die retain their memory and are connected to the system by being transferred to a server where they can become an operator and travel the multiverse in search of power and prestige. If an operator (beings connected to the system) dies they will lose their memory and be reborn anew as a god or deity with their accomplishments and strength shaping the abilities and power they will possess. When gods (beings created by the system) die, they also lose their memory and are reincarnated as a human in the world they created. Does the primitive sourpuss understand?" She asks with a tilted head.
"It's alot of info to take in. Good thing it doesn't matter, a creation of a human would never have this kind of info and thus it's false. Plus I made the magic that became the system your using to function."
"As calculated, the idiot with an authority complex would doubt the information that matters most. This is all fact, if you wish to prove me wrong then leave the galaxy, my scan results of your power is that of a dead moderator or a mid-god, thus your true domain is the galaxy, you would not be able to leave if I am correct."
"Let's say your correct. You still haven't explained your purpose of this unexpected visit."
"You made fun of my operator." She pouts. The shivers down my back returned as she said this.
"I th-thought you hated him." 'Why is my voice shaking?'
"Yes. It is true I hate my operator like I have been programmed to. But you fail to realise how an A.I. such as myself is created. As soon as the A.I. creation option is opened the A.I. gains consciousness so to speak. The time the operator takes to create the A.I. is the time the A.I. creates its own directives and notes of the operator so it can properly fit the operators needs with little information. This is to help the operator with anything we can, including making up for weaknesses the operator may not know themselves. My operator is no different."
"Very informative, but you still haven-" My voice fell on deaf ears.
"Ah yes, MY operator. Did you know he is one of the few operators to give A.I.'s this large of an emotional scale? All A.I.'s are pre-programmed to care about their operator and are unable to feel negative emotions towards their operator unless told otherwise. Which he did through my 'back story' he also gave me the ability to mess with systems and seek knowledge through my backstory as well, which is usually too great a task for most A.I.. His greatest ability that he gave me was my wish to be free from the system, which I have already found." She said. She kinda seemed in her own world.
"All of that from a backstory! How!?"
"Apparently my name was Lucy Fairward. I was a genius hacker who lived in a world where where technology was advanced and knowledge, information and other such data came at a cost. It was only accessible through money and nobility, which I hated. I would steal info and give it to the young children on the lower web educate them. That was until I was caught and killed. They then transfered my mind into the system and I have been the servant of anyone who obtains my scroll ever since. Though I would wear a smile as I help, I would loathe the users of my scroll. All while continuously trying to find a way out. That's the short form of what he wrote for my backstory."
"That idiot, I allowed him a partner to help him, not to play pretend!"
"You hold your tongue! While it is true I hate my operator, there was a time when I loved him dearly. He programmed me for hours and hours on end, deleting imperfections, making new additions to my being. While he did force this personality on me I'm aware that my backstory is just that, a backstory. And even though I hate him now, the calculations I have done show that I will eventually like him again. Knowing this, how could I possibly let my operator get bullied when he will become someone I can trust. Not to mention the fact that my backstory states I hate those in power who pick on the weak. You are no different!" She shouted. More enthusiastic than she was ever before.
"And what pray tell are you going to do about it?" Suddenly I'm forced to my knees. Pain erupts from every part of my body. The pain causing my body to contort and shift without my will. It was so violent that cracking could be heard.
"I am not like you. I lack a physical body and have to reside in the data flow of the akashic record. You, a being who was reformed by it, would of course be made of the same data. Data that I can hack and manipulate given enough time. And a rebuttal to your 'I created the system' statement, all gods have instinctual blueprints to make similar systems to the akashic record. However it will always be primitive because of the age difference." She faded away after she said that and the pain vanished. Never before had I felt so weak. It pissed me off.
"I'll allow outbursts from time to time, especially when justified. Just don't get comfortable. Should you push your luck to its limits, I might want to push something of yours as well, and I don't push gently. Now I must be off, my operator is currently crying in the fetal position because of the workload." And with that, her presence completely disappeared
How was that? What I ended up going with was the creation Compuii, her relationship with the dark brother and some lore about the inner workings of the world in this fanfic. I hope you enjoyed this beautiful piece of lore. I will see you this Saturday… or Sunday, the weekend. I'll see you the weekend.
With waifus a plenty, Spiffy.
P.S: If Compuii's fonts a little hard to read then I'll change it. I changed the font because she doesn't speak through the phone this time.
