Traveler of the multiverse

by Isreal James

Reality shattered. A being beyond the void gives it a second chance but rules limit its power. A single being might b able to give aid and allow a slight bending of the rules. But will it be enough? Who is this stranger and what lead him to this strength? And what is a higher being's name could do this much damage?

Prolog

In the world between worlds where viewers, writers, and creators watch and record worlds, and for those with the highest honor of being able to create a world for themselves. A young writer just starts his journey as he prepares to medd….I mean to record a world. He searches through his collection of stories to see what was there. The young man in question decides to go with a simple look with a hint of whimsy he wears a simple blue shirt with a Superman symbol and dark blue jeans, but that is when the normal part of him ends. He had dark grayish-blue skin that appears to have a crack going from his chest to his right eye. One of his eyes was a dark green while the other eye with a dark brown along with dark curly hair.

He sits with his legs crossed as thousands upon thousands of pages fly around him. As begin to settle on a World he notices a world outside his vision. As got closer to it starts to examine it and start to see something this world looks a jumble and misshapen as if it was forming as got a better look he figure out what has happened to it. It looks like someone took serval different worlds and then shove them on top of each other all willy-nilly. From his understanding worlds fusion together all the time but never like this he wondered how this world wasn't destroyed yet. Usually when a world got this bad someone would have to take it apart destroyed it, or at least try to fix it, but was just left here floating. I guess whoever it tried to form it just got bored or just didn't bother to try and just left to its own devices. Either way, he decide to put it out of its misery such a chaotic place was too much for any living being to live god or mortal. So as he activated his powers to end the world he was notified by his computer that a sentient being was still alive which was surprising.

Normally world in this condition was completely unhabitable no being could survive he stop and was curious about how a single being could survive such chaos. So he prepares to investigate to soothe his curiosity. As descends into the world/ dimension he was thinking about what kinda being he would meet maybe it was an angel or devil. As he thinks he flies passing spheres of chaos and madness so much light and darkness going to waste he amuses himself. He never likes going to broken worlds they have always depressed him seeing so much hard work go to waste. As got close he notice something in the area around him that was much more orderly and more coherent if someone was making sense of chaos it was impressive. Usually, gods can make sense of chaos and it is usually the big ones. This got him more excited as he got closer he felt more excited to meet him as the world around him got more and more coherent after an hour he found ground. The second he landed he knew that the being made it. So he followed the ground to see where it lead as he walked he found trees, plants, water even small animals. It was marvelous to witness the amount of control required to maintain such a plane is monstrous. As he got closer he notices a small girl. so he walked closer to her when did he realize what she was it was death not just death but every concept of death in all religions all at once as she move all around the shift and changed as if she was trying to make sense of herself but couldn't. He could tell this form is all she managed to hold on to.

She gestured to follow her up the hill as he walked more and more of concepts in child-like forms as made themselves known. He saw gods of destruction and creation huddling together as if they are trying to warm up each other. Realty and Dream look around in sadness upset by their surroundings. Luck and destiny try to keep a single piece of paper from getting dirty as if their lives depend on it. More and more depictions of living concepts in sadness and pain as there once world they call home goes into ruin. A look around he can tell that none of these beings are holding reality together they are barely keeping themselves together. As he looks around death pulls on my shirt as if to tell him something. She points to a top of a hill a small house stands on top. He spots two figures climbing up. He thanks death and then runs up the hill then remembering he could fly he did just that to quickly reach the top. He caught with the figure to realize what it was a small boy carrying up a bucket of water with was a two-headed dragon which came up no farther than the boy's knees as the boy struggle to carry the bucket he decide to help carry it up inside. As picked it up he notice that it was way heavier than a normal bucket of water should be. As he carries the very apparent heavy bucket he got a good look inside.

The house was in ruins it was as if a tornado went amuck inside a thousand years ago and no one bothered to clean up the mess in that time frame. As he followed the boy to where the kid wanted the bucket he had to avoid even floating over debris and holes. He follows the kid through the doorway when he finds a young man or at least what is left of him as what looks to him to be a straight-standing corpse. The corpse looked recently dead as he just died his hair kept growing and looking dirty so much so that he couldn't tell what the original color was. His hair completely covered his upper body while his bottom looked like a tree was slowly trying to devour him. But as he got closer he realizes the man was still alive but barely as only will kept him standing.

The writer looked to his left he see the child grab a bowl that was on the chair that was stacked neatly. He drips it into the bucket to scope out the water then he got up onto the chair to grab something in a cabinet above it was a small container of oatmeal. He mixed the water and oatmeal then he grabbed something under the chair it was an easy bake oven he put the oatmeal in. The writer was so confused and surprised by the kid's effective movement and the easy bake oven that he forgot to ask who was the guy but the kid was long gone. So he looks at the man in question as he thought the man looked dead with only his breathing and a slight twitch in his hand to counter this point.

As he tried to approach him to reach his front see that there is nothing in front of him which was odd as he was sure he was still inside the house as he was moving but somehow he was outside and the man was standing perfectly still overseeing the chaos and madness like a silent guard. As the writer look he realized the man was wearing armor that was in horrible condition and looked like it was never changed. Old and broken not only the roots covering his legs also reveal shoes that the roots nearly ate away. The writer tried to look at the man's face but he couldn't see due to his hair. So he summons a knife to cut the hair and the roots while he was at it. So he cut every one of man's hair and roots completely uncovering him. First, he realized he realized his original hair color was blond which was good to know but most important he had objects on him 4 in total. He spots a crown on his head, a sword in one hand, a staff about as tall as him in the other, on his hip a very fancy lamp. The writer amuses that this must be his source of power. He tries to get a good feel of the energy of the items he hears a powerful deep voice.

"Stop." It command

The voice near caused the writer to jump out of his skin he looked behind him to see nothing but the child.

" Did you say something?" ask the writer in utter confusion to hear such a powerful voice come from such a small child.

The child stared at him for a moment before it responds

"Yes I did," he said again in a powerful voice

" And I will prefer it if you don't get too close to him"

The writer backed up from the man and then approached the child

"Who are you," he asks

"I should be asking you that," the child responds

"You are not one of the deities here and your energy is very different from any beings That are counted. You feel very close to the anti-monitor that went a rampage here some time ago."

The writer thinks about what was said in slight confusion before realizing what was said

" Oh., right. I should probably introduce myself when I realized others were there. I am a writer. My essence is very similar to the anti-monitor only I in the business of exploring, documenting, and sometimes guarding the omniverse. I came here because this place piqued my interest." the writer finished

"I see well that does explain a few things. Come have a seat," said the young child. As the child walked off the writer begin to float back inside the building looking like he had never had a way to go outside at all it was very amusing to him. Later the child came back with a chair and place it right across from the first chair in the room. As the two have a seat million questions ran through his head but first the basics.

"Who are you?" he asks

"Well you see I am God," the child stated

At first, for a second he thought the kid was joking then as he got a better look then he realized he was telling the truth he is, in fact, God which opens up another question why or how it is like this

"What happened to you,"

This small being who claims to be God sighed ", There was a creature, a monster who went crazy and attempt to do the impossible he tried to force all the multiverse to exist in one spot t the same time"

"What!" exclaimed the writer

"That is impossible each realm has a different frequency to force together would require a huge amount of energy almost impossible to have for A normal deity. But that still doesn't answer the question even if was a fusion of multiple planes of existence together you still all had to sidestep such events before what had changed"

"It's simple. He was trying to recreate the source.''

" He tried to what! The source! But each multiverse only has one and only one to make a new source is made of a piece of the old one that split off. To create a new one entirely on its own is impossible for most beings to pull off hell even the overmind or other writers can't just go and do that. Maybe with permission…"

"He found a way."

"Why didn't you stop it as the extension of the source you'll be the best at finding and stopping such an attempt"

"At first I didn't recognize what it was doing as I have never seen it before so I didn't realize what it tried to do. To this day I still don't know how he figure it out or how I never even heard of the process till then.

"But how come you didn't stop it after it formed it's not like you couldn't if was newly formed you could have stopped it."

"I did"

"What"

" I did stop it with all my power I defeated the beast."

"Then how"

" It got like this" he gestures around him.

"Simple it was because he was still unstable"

"I didn't notice until the end but you are right about only one source at a time but you probably didn't know why"

"What happens" asked the curious young writer as he was only ever told there can only be one source never why there needs to be one"

" Damage, when one source dies the shock wave across the multiverse, so has that bad that I couldn't have stopped it from ruining the very foundation of our multiverse."

" I am still confused aren't you the source, presence, God, how were you by this guy he should have been nothing to you"

"It is simply one source that could directly interfere with another one without destroying it. I am limited to what my source made anything beyond that is impossible. That is the general rule for my existence I cannot interfere with being not made through the source." as he looked down at the ground at the feet the writer thought he had saddened the presence but as the being looked up he saw the presence rage.

"It's my fault!" announces the presence as his once calm in a split second so fast and uncanny that it through the writer for a loop.

" I should have moved the fight, took precaution against the thing I knew what it was the first time I saw it but I thought since it was young I could deal with it quickly if I knew it was my equal I have shot it out of the multiverse straight into the void!" The god claims as he looked almost vicious as if the thought of the creature brought him nothing but rage.

There is so much I could have done if I knew what that was." the god almost screamed but as quickly as the anger came it wet as the calm almost neutral expression came back on into god"s face.

" But what did I expect the being found a creature not could stand equal to me another being exactly like me. Said, god

"Only I could have been able to make me underestimate beings like myself." blinking quickly god realized

"That sounds way too arrogant out of context but still you get the point right"

"Yeah I got it," said the writer trying to keep quiet during the rant.

"But," asked the god "Why didn't you fix it yet I mean you made it should be so hard to recreate it."

" you see that smell river over there," said god as he pointed to the river bed that is the left of him.

" Yeah"

"Well you see no one got out of the battle unscathed even me the river is the last piece of the source"

"Wha!t" exclaimed the writer. "That's the source but why is it so small and in the shape of a river and why are you giving it to that guy as oatmeal." The waiter gestured to the knight when he said oatmeal. The creator sigh looking tired as he prepares himself mentally for the question to be raised.

"It is because I will no longer be able to act like a god," said god looking like the very question itself make him uncomfortable.

"During the death of the false source, the main source was very damaged so much so I split off major parts of myself to maintain but it was to no avail as the source got weaker and weaker. It was thanks to this young man here that source hung on for so long. This place has some natural healing property for those with spiritual and mythical bodies." then the god sighed " there is only so much that could be done to help. I was trying to make a least a small source from the young man but it was pointless there is not enough. So now there is not much to do now I can't make a new source the one we have is damaged and I am not strong enough to make a new one."

As the god finishes writer stops to think about when he first got here he thought to only quell his curiosity. Now as he hear the story there was great confusion in his head on what to do what he was normally supposed to do was to erase the universe and in destruction, a new one could take its place. But he now he wants he hear more stories about him about the other lesser deities about this whole place but there was nothing he could do this place was already going to hell in a handbasket this might be worst than being in hell because at least there you'll still have to be here you would not have even that. So what to do what can he do as he ponders and thinks about what to do he looks back at the knight as he stands there stoic as if he waiting for the perfect moment never knowing what he is waiting for but knowing it when he sees it. As he ponders more he looks down on where he steps and idea forms in his head a plan that just might work if he could just understand how the knight powers work he might be able to do something.

"Hey," he asks," how does the knight make this place"

"Why do you" ask wonder the living source

"Well if I could figure it out I might be the key to saving you all"

"What"

"The mange to have an entire plane all to himself made by his energy and ability to keep that way long after you all lost yours isn't that right"

"Yeah"

"He might be the key"

"How"

"Simple"

"With his power might be able to kill the fake source before it gets too strong

"What" exclaim the god

"Simply, you see the main the multiverse got so bad because you were damaged alongside the fake source but since this place, fueled with part of the source power it could take your place in the battle alongside him to save the universes",

"Okay but that still doesn't explain how he going to save us from something that had already happened"

In truth, he was correct the battle had long ended.

"But I do have a way" claims the writer

"You what," the god says in surprise

"I could restart this universe back from zero"

"You can!"

"Yeah"

"Why didn't you do it sooner when you realized this multiverse was done for."

"Because I couldn't interfere with a world directly and even I did reset you all have no way of remembering what happened before the reset so you all most likely will do what you all did again as if nothing had happened. That is what this place is for I could move this out of here and into the void then I will reset the universe then it will find its master and reconnect then it will go out find the beast then kill it before it does any damage."

"Did you say you couldn't interfere directly with the universe? How are you able to do this and doesn't count as interfering?"

"Well, you see, apparently not interfering. As we said, all it means is pulling the multiverse back to zero. To see what happened this place is not officially a part of this universe. It was created by someone else using the leftover energy from the source. So it doesn't count. Plus, all I'm doing is moving a place bit outside, as it says, and then pushing it back in as long as don't stop the universe from progressing as it should. It's the kind of interference that a small simple loophole"

Okay, but how will the champion find this place?

"He won't," stated the writer "This place will find him."

As the writer thinks over the new form plans some questions still linger in his mind feels that he just can't shake

"Okay, so before I reset a few things to ask, For one thing, how will he be able to track down the beast?

"He should send sense it," said the presence

"Since he was fed on the source and it is now part of them so he should feel just as I feel it. Most likely before me since he will most likely be wandering around the universe testing his powers so he most likely will come across him before I. Is that all you need to know?

Yes, that is most likely all. oh, wait one more thing. Will he need to take the weapons he has?" he says gesturing to the relics that are one its person

"No, he has already had his spirit fused with the objects for so long His magic has already fused with power. He will be able to do what they are capable of doing on his own though he should probably will at least be aware of their locations just for safety's sake.

"Well, thank you."

"I hope this might be enough to save your multiverse"

"I hope so too."

He as rises into the sky. He looks down at the plane below him. He thinks about what he heard and how he needs to fix what has broken. He knew his plan with the best chance they had, but he wasn't sure how effective it would be. He thought about how much trouble he might be in. If the writers knew what he was planning and why they would still stop him doesn't matter even if they knew his situation would most likely not accept his actions knowing that even though it was loopholed, he still was interfering with the world by some stretch of the definition. Most of all, he feels fears that what he does may not be enough. He may not be able to save the gods. He has no idea about the man he found. Was he worth the effort he has no idea. Who the knight truly was before he came a living statue crosses his mind now and again. He only knew that because of his will he was able to find this place and his story may be the knight held out for so long because he was hoping no praying that someone like him would come around. If That he held just long enough that his world might be saved. Because he hopes for his dream might be enough to save everyone. we don't know how strong the character is or just pure luck. For he knows it could be some random stranger who has never been in a battle in his life and only came across these weapons by pure chance. Just some guy who happened to be in the right place at the right time. But whoever he was, he was able to do something and that something may just be enough. He reaches the void outside the multiverse as he slowly begins to shift back to his regular form he looks behind at the world at the full size he was just big enough to fit into his hands as he grabs a device from his personal space that all writers have and set it up. The device was no bigger than a grain of rice but could wipe out a multiverse in a second just needs a charge As he sits and waits for the device to power up and arm he starts to move the last piece of the destroyed multiverse, so he sends a psychic signal to the gods that he's about to be reset the universe. The Deities heard his message and began to move off the ground to enact the plan as they each got off, he slowly move the planet into the void. As he moved it the device was nearly ready to be activated. He successfully moved the piece out of the multiverse just as the device primes itself for detonation. Then he grabbed the multiverse set it into the palm of his hand grabbed the device then dropped it in. He sees the slow process of the university setting. As the universe slowly starts to be set. He notices a small energy output that shouldn't be there at this stage all the deities should have returned to their basic concept but what still is giving off the energy. He looks down to get a closer look at it then he suddenly felt a huge surge of madness and evil. You realize it must be the remnants of the Mad creature still some of his consciousness is still her even though all others had been reset. He will be more impressed if wasn't trying to mess with the plan. Though it wasn't completely fine because every time it moved closer to the rester device a part of will disappear. As he thought, even though the creature is an unknown it was still a part of the multiverse. And thus far so at the following the rules.

As the Writer watches it struggling to figure out a way around it The reset

He began to get a closer look at just what kind of monster it is and can firm see nothing he has ever seen before. To unique being completely separate from anything yet components of it's still below to see the universe. It was fascinating.

Unfortunately, it will be disappearing, part of the writer's great disappointment, a new creature is on display and I no longer just to study it.

He sits back and watches as the beast of this multiverse surely dissipates.

Then suddenly it stopped struggling it just sat there as if it was thinking of something. Suddenly it started to spread itself across the Multiverse reaching each end. As you watch us and curiosity about its plan. Then he notices some of the misshapen parts of the multiverse become more organized.

Don't even what do creatures planning he knew that he would not be able to stop the reset. So instead he tried to complete its original plan, which will is to bring all the universes it was trying to merge before it can do anything as it was destroyed. But now since it knows that going reset anyway, it might as well finish. He ponders that last-ditch effort the multiverse that was sitting in his hand started forming together, closer and closer as it was slowly becoming a complete multiverse added in the reset it was astonishing to see. the ability to pull so many universes into one similar form takes not only more than normal concentration and focus not to mention willpower some of the most powerful deities have trouble pulling off in one go especially since now he is slowly being deleted. I had to realize that things are way more complicated. Now since it is fusion, more than a few different multiverses you have no way of not landscape he has little way of actually helping the deities. With breaking some rules

as he watches, he thinks back on how such a mess of what was left was but now to the no way to know if the information he just learned will be still the same. Or even if the knight will even exist or even have enough strength to even handle the job.

The writer realizes that he may need to interfere more than he hoped to. He might get himself heaps of trouble he is pretty what he doing now will surely get punished. We've been having his writer powers stripped.

For now, he needs a way to track down the knight while hiding how much interfering he doing so he won't get in trouble.

As he ponders for a bit an idea comes across his mind. Yes, that could work he thought to himself.

His plan just may work. It will take a lot of time. And if he doesn't pull it off the knight may be lost forever.

And nothing anyone can do about it now even him.

He thinks about his plan.

He digs up a notebook to write down step by step just so he least knows what to focus on next. If ever get too out of hand at least have his goals to focus on. Ideas are quickly written down as their pop into his head. He stopped the moment and think for a few minutes. "This is very exciting", he thinks to himself This is the most direct if he has ever been with a multiverse before he was always told about how limiting and boring a writer's job is.

But his work as a healer of this multiverse is much more exciting, stressful, and worrying. The fear and the threat of a heavy punishment and his powers stripped you can he feel nothing but joy at the thought of helping out even if a bit as before he just served, observed, and write down what he sees. He can finally interact and change things for himself

He still put in all his effort and didn't let his excitement stop him from setting up and thinking up his plan.

End of prologue

Chapter one beginning

Twisted well, it will feel twisted like everything was wrong and broken. It had been years since he last felt like this. The feeling of wrongness as if the world was lying to him and only he knew. What triggered this old feeling? Today was a simple day Jaune was hanging out with his friend listening to Nora telling one of her crazy dreams where