Setting: Worm.
Ignition.
Chapter 1
"You…" The booming voice intoned in a hateful tone; it didn't sound like a natural voice, it was like a choir of men and women were speaking at the same time a dying coyote was yelping behind them. "I will… remember this… you will… you will pay!" The big red-skinned devil then threw his head to the side in a coughing fit.
"Yeah, Yeah, eternal revenge stuff heard it before." I groaned, using my weight to pull the last rope in a tight knot. "Just wait a moment, sweetie. It will all be over soon." I finished with a few condescending pats on the devil cheek. He tried to bite my hand off.
I sent him a deadpan look and yanked my hand out of his mouth, taking out quite a lot of sharp teeth along the way. The Devil roared more obscenities about my entire family and myself and began to thrash against his binds once again.
I wished him the best of luck trying to get out of a plus ten special edition divine ropes and drop down the ledger to the end of the thing I was tying the Devil on. "So! Everything ready, Timmy!?" I asked the little pig-like creature working on the end of the rocket.
"Ahm... I-It Dolath of Riviolle milord." Timmy gulped. Holding the end of the cord up to me. "A-And I believe so milord, we followed your instructions to the letter." The other creature, which had stopped working when I appeared, all chirped affirmatives.
"Excellent!" I smile brightly at them, somehow butchering all the stress of having to work so near their civilization's great enemy in the process. "Now go join your friends in the crowd, believe me, you don't want to be here for the takeoff." I idea blimp in my mind and I manifested some gold coins and passed to them. "Here, buy something to drink while at it, and don't forget to have fun.
With a series of thanks, Timmy and friend did just that. Soon after I made the last checkup and moved to address the crowd.
There were…dressed for the occasion, with many party and associated carnival garbs, but there was a palpable air of nervousness in the crowd of tiny pig people, but I guess that's to be expected, big red devil tied up to a rocket in the central square and all.
"People of Suinopia!" The announcer began when he saw my signal. I wave at the nervous crowd trying to lift up some of their spirits; thankfully I could see it working somehow. "For years we have lived under the terror of Dark lord Maganoth reign, our lands plummeted by his dark match, our wives and daughters taken by his dark forces, our blood spilled for the war against him." he paused for a moment to let the painful memories move the crowd. "Well, no more!"
The Devil chose this time to roar, but by then they must have noticed that he isn't getting away that easily, that and he looked way less intimidating without his front teeth.
"For the great decision of our wise king Kevlak and his beloved daughter Evalia." The king nodded satisfied from his royal stand, while the princess continued to send me lovesick eyes – It would be nice if she wasn't a cartoony pig creature – "A great ritual has been cast, and from its mighty magic came our great hero Nathaniel Gray!"
I flinched at the sound of my full name. Goddamn the time I decided to go tavern hunting until dawn, these tiny people would never have yanked it from me otherwise.
Everybody that I knew called me Nathan, or just Nate sometimes. While I was able to deal with being called that a lot better than before due to my 'new perspective' so to speak, being called that reminds me too much of my… father for my taste.
I shook myself away from my thoughts as the announcer was about to finish his speech; the crowd was quite animated by that point.
"And now, showing another side of his ingenious mind, to go along his supreme power. Our great hero will execute his terrible foe with his mighty invention!"
Annnd the Devil is trashing again, and way more violently this time. The cheering crowd began to descend into worried whispers as result. Great job announcer pig, tell the giant Devil I intended to blow him to pieces.
Fuck it.
I step forward before panic could truly start. "Good people of Suinopia, observe!" I voice somehow echoed throughout the entire plaza without the need of my any powers. It drew every eye to me. Even the Devil turned to look.
"This is brought to you by Acme Corporation." Then I lit the end of the cord. The five-meter cord burned away in a second, the fire set in an inferno at the end of the rocket… which promptly snuffed out in an instant.
The entire population; peasants, king, princess and devil alike, blinked in unison. I just smile.
Acme Corporation indeed.
I kept smiling when the explosion happened; I kept smiling as the rocked rose to the skies under the cheering sea on pig people.
…I especially kept smiling when the rocket changed trajectory mid-air and turned back towards the city.
I made sure to sent a wink to the horrified king as I teleported away, just to put the final cherry on the soon to be flaming cake.
I appeared a few kilometers, watching as the city on the horizon was engulfed in a mushroom of fire. By my calculations, the magical flames would reach the surrounding areas in a few seconds, wiping away the armies of all pork nations that the king foolishly gathered for the ceremony, ridding the world of their filth once and for all.
My companions approached with hesitant steps.
"B-by the gods." A red-haired young man said, the de facto leader of the group by the way he carried himself. "You truly did it."
"I said I would." I turned to the human I had liberated from slavery yesterday, and just now killed his old masters. "It wouldn't make sense to go through all this trouble only to have your guys recaptured again."
A few tearful sobs began to come out the crowd of ex-slaves behind us; cries of relief and triumph over burning corpses of their old masters.
"…You were wearing the hero's crown." The man said, looking at the golden crown of my head. "We thought it was a trap." And they come anyway, it was telling…
I smiled, "Oh, this thing." He gasped as I casually took it off. It was an interesting artifact really; it increased the wearer's strength and speed many times and granted access to holy magic, but it twisted the wearer view of the world to fit the one that pig king and pig pope found acceptable. "It does not affect on me for some reason; it must be broken. You can have it if you want."
"I- I must respectfully decline m'lord, I saw what it did to the older hero all those years ago."
"Oh, Was he short? With black hair and eyes?"
"Y-Yes, did you knew him?"
Hehehe, those Japanese otakus and their tendency to get isekai'ed.
Suddenly, countless universes away, I felt the eminence of the action I was waiting. It bounced through my mind like a cosmic alarm clock.
"Well then, I must go now." I nodded to the red-haired leader. He immediately protested.
"But m'lord! Who will lead our people?"
"Ah, my son." I place a hand over his shoulder, looking deeply into his eyes. My next words will surely be written on the holy books of this new civilization "Figure out by yourself! I ain't your babysitter!" I uttered the very same words that YHWH said to Adam and Eve when he grew tired of their forty-years-old-teenagers-crap. Then, I huffed at his confused look and turned back.
With a push of will, I dissolved my clone's body into the starred skies all dramatic-like, pulling the fragment of my mind through the multiverse and fusing it back to my real body. My consciousness fell back into my Cowgirl filled dreams.
And not for long though, as I was soon punched awake.
"O.u.c.h." I slowly intoned each syllable, sending my older sister an annoyed look.
"Shrug it off you baby," She huffed, rising her nose in an indignant expression. "You've been sleeping the whole trip, now get your ass of the car and actually be useful for once."
A little more then a month ago that would be the part where I called her bitch, and we would have devolved into a shouting match that would attract our mother's ire and leave us pissy for the rest of the day.
However, my new perspective brought by a lifetime of memories of a man from another universe made me realized how much of a jerk I was. I mean, I'm only fifteen, so I have an excuse, but it's kinda hard to justify after noticing how much more difficult I made the lives of those I care about. So I strived to be better.
To be fair my sister is kind of a bitch too, but it wasn't a reason to piss her off each time we talked.
Instead, I smiled teasingly at her bad mood. "Well someone is peeved~." She groaned and pushed herself out of the car. I followed, "Let me guess, Booby's been blasting your phone all afternoon."
"That creep just doesn't leave me alone!" Hah! Knew it wasn't about me. "All the talk about loving me, and begging to get back together, and the gifs he sent. Arg, it's sooo last year."
"Perhaps you shouldn't have filled his poor heart with hopes and dreams. How many guys were you dating while you were dating him again?"
To my endless amusement, she almost answered, but she managed to register my question before her mouth could act. "What the- How that hell do you now that!?"
"Cuz I ain't blind, duh." I swear, I didn't even need powers to figure out that one, "That, and Rebecca told me."
"What! That bitch- Wait do you even talk to her!?"
Oh, I did more than just talk; I was a young teenager who had just got absolute powers back then, of course, I'd used to get some action, and who better to start with, than one of my sister slutty 'friends'.
We kept bickering all the way to the house after that, it was a somewhat tricky balancing act as we're still not comfortable enough to shrug off the more offensives remarks, but she had noticed my effort to reach out, and actually tried to reach back. I honestly couldn't ask for more.
Showing me the way to salvage my relationships with my family was one of the best things that came out of the memories. I'll be eternally grateful to that man for giving me this opportunity.
…What I will never be grateful for; is the way my eyes can't stop wandering over my own sister's bombshell body. That damn pervert's fetishes had somehow mixed with my own, and it was so fucking creepy! Things I used to notice only with clinical disinterest or esthetical appreciation began to have whole different connotations and entirely different effect on my hormonal teen body.
I'd have been genuinely pissed if this hadn't come with absolute power, but it did, so I can deal with my sudden incestuous curiosity.
"Well, good to see you two finally decided to show up." Mother deadpanned as we walked into the house. She was basically an older, less busty (though that wasn't hard) version of my sister. I'd be crying out in relief for not another pair of incestuous double Ds to sin my eyes upon if I didn't have to live with how she acted in the mornings; when she walks around like a sexy, barely dressed zombie searching for coffee. "There are your boxes." She gestures to the bunch of moving boxes at the bottom of the stairs. "Pick it up, go upstairs, choose your rooms, and then come back here to help me with the living room. Gods know my back isn't what it used to be." She went back to opening boxes and moving furniture around.
My sister whined something out loud but moved to do just that, she had considerably more boxes than me, due to me being a male and have thrown all my useless teenager stuff a month ago, keeping only the essential, or genuinely useful. I, however, stay there and buried a burning glare on the back on my mother head until she couldn't ignore me anymore.
"What?" She grumbled.
"Cancer stick," I said slowly, pointing an accusatory finger to her face.
"Ah fuck." She cursed quietly taking the cigarette out of her lips. I still held my judging glare, so she got a little peeved. "Oh come on, give me a break! Do you know long was the drive from Boston! I wasn't the one getting his beauty sleep all the way through it!"
I chuckled and moved to get my boxes.
In truth, I didn't really mind her decade-long habit all that much, beyond the usual annoyance to not get the smell in the new house. Anything dangerous about it, I took care a month ago. But she found my sudden worry to be genuinely sweet, to the point of actually making an effort to stop. I, for one, saw no harm in continuing the banter.
Fainting a grunt of effort, I carried my featherweight box up to the chair. Annnd my sister chose the room next to the bathroom.
"Don't even think about it." My dear sister warned, leaned against the doorframe with her crossed arms increasing her vast cleavage to critical levels. She was all delicious curves and too revealing clothes.
"You would be condemning me to dark days of waking up early than the sun…" I trailed off, because asking for her to spend less time in the bathroom was futile, and the only person she somewhat obeyed was useless at morning. "It'd torture."
"Oh, foolish little brother." She tapped my shoulder with faux kindness. "A man needs some of that to build his character." And with that, she turned around. Her perky ass barely contained in a hotpants distracted me enough for she to close the door on my face.
No respect, just no respect what so ever… And I'm pretty sure she is purposely using her sexiness against me lately.
At least she didn't call me a creep, I guess.
I didn't even try to claim the biggest room, as I knew the God Empress of the Household would just whip me out later. But the one I got was pretty decent, and it had a new view of the suburban neighborhood.
It was actually more expensive then a single mother with two teenagers children could afford, but if there is one good thing about marriage to a millionaire asshole, was a pretty good divorce.
And it wasn't like my mother and I liked to flare money around, so we could live comfortably without even having to work, provided that we keep my sister away from the credit cards of course.
Not that money matters to me anymore.
I drop down the first box and arched my back to stretch my muscles; I don't feel strains in them anymore, even after hours of sleeping in an uncomfortable position. But the fact I actually have muscles to stretch is enough to prompt me to do so as much as possible.
Obviously, one of the first things I experimented was giving me an idealized body. It didn't work too well as it fell directly into the uncanny valley, and believe me that valley is much worse when the thing that provoked it was appearing in a mirror. It was surprisingly difficult to find the right balance without accidentally ending up looking like a completely different person.
I ended up just programming my puberty to get the absolute best out of my genes; the results already began to show. My shoulder had broadened up, my arms became ticker and more defined, my gut had evaporated into faint abbs, and my face had cleaned up nicely. I believe I could get better results now that I had more control over my powers, but I actually like how natural it looked, so I decided to not make any more changes.
...Ok, I did enhance with the length and girth of my member a little, but who wouldn't?
"Hey! Didn't you guy heard what I said!? Get your asses back here and help me!"
Ops forgot about her,
I really need to moderate my mental monologues.
With another chuckle, I move back to mediate the growing argument between the two women of my life and help them spread our history throughout our new home. Signifying our new life in the cozy, and not at all violent city of Brockton Bay.
… I knew what was coming, I knew that something's had been set in motion, I knew what waited at the end of all… And, most importantly, I knew about Worm…
The three suns that symbolized my utterly broken powers flared rays of comfort deep inside my soul; it brought a smile to my face that pissed off my sister in the real world.
Meh, I can take it.
Worm Cyoa: Ver 1
Choices:
Reincarnation
Mode: World Breaker (+12 p)(All the Power start off twice as strong)
Power: Kaleidoscope, Eidolon, Alexandria (-6 p)
Perks: Bank, Shattered Limiter, Invictus, Inspiration, First Impressions, Manpower.(-6 p)
