Demented psycho through the multiverse.

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this chapter is written, proof read and edited by me, your only god and savior

{Lustful_Death}

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[A/N: Jesus fuck took me a week to upload a chapter and it's absolute dog shit in my opinion considering the long wait]

"I put my pants on, one nipple at a time, one nipple at time, one nipple at a time~", I walked towards a city while singing a sophisticated tune with lyrics that had a deep meaning.

It has been around a week since I ran into one of the worlds little pawns and it seems the world consciousness isn't too eager to accept my proposal of peace.

The world suppression is still present and the animals are still hostile, Surprisingly, I haven't met any humans on my travels so I still don't know if they are hostile like the animals.

I obviously couldn't enter the city while dressing like a Walmart Nazi and lugging around a scythe, I was too eye catching so decided to put on a bit of a disguise.

I first buried my scythe close to the city at spot where hopefully no one would be able to find it, I'm good at burying things in places where no one can find them, just like those 17 children.

I transformed into a black haired white man with an average height and looks and changed my clothing to a normal white shirt, cheap sandles and green shorts.

I still stuck out like a sore thumb considering the fact that the vast majority of people around here were black, but it's at least better than looking like an anime character.

Walking through the crowded city street, I couldn't help but look around the place curiously, The city was quite large in size and had a plentiful population, The streets were filled with vendors selling all sorts of products, They were selling clothes, clay pots and plates, Clothing, and steaming hot food.

Of course I wasn't the only one looking, Most of the people I pass by would just blatantly stare at me like I'm some sort of exotic animal, But even though they can clearly see me they all still accidentally bumped into me or tried to step on my feet.

I felt the urge to rip their heads off and orchestrate a massacre in this city that would make world war two look like a pillow fight but I held off.

Instead I just robbed all of them blind and deaf.

Walking up to a crowded food stall that eminated the delicious smell of meat, One of the customers muttered a snarky remark about me under his breath that I promptly chose to ignore for his sake.

"How much for a skewer?", I asked the stall owner while pointing at the kebab sticks, I asked in the local tongue of this country which is called and I kid you not The Bumfuck republic, I learned their language from the memories of the Tomura Shigaraki wannabe.

"300 per skewer", The kebab man answered after only a glance at me.

'This bitch.....', that price was fucking daylight robbery, For that amount of money i could buy at least ten of these skewers but you're telling me that's the price for a single one?

Even though the stall was crowded with people, With all of them knowing that the price was a scam, not a single one of them was trying to warn me or speak out against the store owner's blatant discrimination.

While I was pondering on how to tear a human molecule by molecule the stall owner handed two skewers to a guy who then payed him 60 instead of the supposed 600 he would have had to pay.

The stall owner took it like it was normal, He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was scamming me.....

'i've never been so blatantly humiliated in my entire existence', I calmly noted.

Meh it wasn't anything to get my feathers ruffled for but I still can't accept such blatant disrespect from a lower being.

"okay!" I said cheerfully with a smile as I handed him 3000 Bumfuck Dollars.

A few people snickered at me but I ignored them and kept a wide and sunny smile on my face while staring at the stall owner.

A few minutes later, My order was done and the stall owner handed me my nine skewers, Yes nine not ten, Guess he's bad at math but Luckily for him I ALWAYS settle my accounts

"Thanks!", I said as I grabbed the skewers

"Say, how about a magic trick?", I proposed to the kebab man.

"No, now leave", He shot me down as he continued making skewers

"Rude....but I'll forgive you since you gave me these skewers for free", I said

"What are you talking about cracker? you already payed for them, Now leave unless you wanna pay again", He said while shoeing me off like I was some sort of bug.

"ahh, Silly you misunderstood, I didn't pay you for the skewers....I payed for YOU", I said as I flicked my finger on his forehead making his head explode

Blood splashed all over the place splattering on many of the bystanders, It took only a few seconds for the entire crowd to erupt into a panic as the People trampled on each other while trying to run away.

I wasn't in the mood for a massacre so I just left the city, It seems that humans are also hostile towards me, But in less obvious and aggressive ways than the animals.

I dug up my beautiful scythe companion and changed back to my original form, This time I decided on wearing Rimuru's demon lord outfit.

-5 months later-

In a random Oasis in the middle of the grand Sahara desert

It has been around five months since my arrival at this world, And a few things have happened as one could expect.

In these last few months I've noticed that the ability users have been unconsciously drifting towards each other, Probably the work of the world consciousness, This either resulted in them teaming up or killing each other, Or teaming up to kill each other.

They've been running rampant all over the place, It didn't even take a week before one of them robbed a bank vault, The perpetrator was a woman with invisibility, Her little stunt was caught on camera and although no one could figure out how or why five gold bars flew out of the vault by themselves, and was reported on as a supernatural phenomenon by many outlets.

But all other ability users who saw the camera footage all figured out that it was someone like them.

Due to not wanting the public to find out about their abilities, or because they wanted protection in case the public found out about their abilities many of them made or joined groups that would make sure that no one without abilities would find out about them.

They did so by simply killing any ability user incompetent enough to leave any evidence of the existence of their ability, while also killing anyone without an ability who might know about them. This group is Nameless, And by that I mean they are literally called "Nameless", what shitty name.

There are also other groups who have different goals, The most interesting I found are the Talons and the Saviours.

The Talons are a group made up of opportunistic personal profit seeking individuals, They call themselves a group but they are more accurately described as a loose network of cooperators.

None of their relationships in the group are built on trust or camaraderie, Instead they are built on mutual profit. I highly approve of such a group. After all, Relationships built on love or friendship are too shaky.

The Talons mainly take part in criminal activities, Drug trafficking, Human trafficking, Grand theft, Tax evasion, Assassination. As long as it's profitable they do it.

The Saviours on the other hand are completely different, From their tacky name you can already guess what sort of group they are, Wannabe super heroes who fight for justice and vanquish evil.

These guys look for ability users who use their abilities selfishly and without care for others and then they beat them up, Plain and simple.

To be honest I'm a bit surprised that ability users aren't public knowledge yet, I expected the cat to be out of the bag within two weeks at most, After all, Many of them are reckless maniacs, But those guys are always delt with by others before they can do anything that might expose everyone.

I currently have around 1626 files of different ability users whose abilities I've been able to completely find out about, 3927 files on those whose abilities I haven't completely figured out yet, And 1979 files on those who I'm just suspicious of.

I am very interested in many of them due to their strange or powerful abilities.

For example: #827 is an adult male whose ability allows him to alter the probability of certain events, He has used his ability to win a small lottery, His ability is one of the most dangerous ones since he can use it to reopen very old wounds and make them worse than the original ones or give people diseases.

For example, If you've ever sprained your ankle welp now your entire leg is broken.

The ability to control luck is very powerful, I would take it for myself if I didn't have my eye on Maxine's ability.

Another interesting individual is #182 who is capable of speaking with machines, This has made him into the most dangerous hacker on the planet, He is part of the nameless group and makes sure that the public never finds out about the ability users.

#555 is also interesting as he possesses not only one but two separate abilities, His first ability is called judgement flames 'very cringe' when his flames touch an 'Evil' person they burn them and when they touch a 'Good' person they heal them instead.

This has made him very confident in his ability to judge people's morals, His second ability allows him to see information about anyone he looks at, He can find out their names, age and kill count. #555 is an important member of the Saviours.

#589 is one of the most dangerous ability users on the planet as her ability allows her to instantly teleport to anywhere she's been to or seen, Even if she's only seen the place in pictures she can still go there, Her ability currently has no limit on the distance she can travel. She is an active member of the Talons.

#98 also stirred up quite a bit of trouble for the ability users, His ability which is called Instant death allows him to stop someone's heart just by looking at them.

He was a maniac who used his ability on anyone who he didn't like, And boy oh boy did he not like a lot of people, Tell him that he can't drink from the fountain in the park and he stops your heart, Sneeze a bit too loud and he will stop your heart, Cough without covering your mouth and he will stop your heart.

He had no restraints and would kill anyone who even slightly annoyed him, At first he went on unnoticed, But after around a month of having people drop like flies whenever he was around, The Saviours found him Cought onto him

They had a bit of a squabble that ended with half the Saviours being wiped out and #98 ending up as a melted corpse on the pavement.

Fortunately none of the ability users seem to be on the hunt for me yet, They are all very curious about me and many of them have tried to find information about me but to my current knowledge at the moment, None of them know who I am or where I am.

*click* *click* *clack*

While I was leaning on a palm tree and enjoying it's wonderful shade a scorpion burrowed out of the sand and started snapping it's pincers at me menacingly, I just grabbed the cheeky malaka and dropped him into my open mouth.

*crunch* *snap* *crunch*

I chewed on him for a few minutes, He was covered in sand which made him a very crunchy boy but still tasty nonetheless, I then swallowed him with one gulp, At this point this was normal, Snakes and scorpions would deliver themselves to me every few minutes.

When life gives you lemons, You pour lemon juice in its eyes and burn it's house down.

I was planning on doing that but I'll hold off on doing it until I absorb Maxine.

Instead I'll just eat the lemons.

Now that I was done with my snack I decided to go back to my usual routine, Staring blankly and unblinkingly at the scorching desert sun.

I am trying to learn patience and to tolerate boredom, After all, One day I'll be so old that everything becomes boring and empty, So I'll have to learn how to embrace Loneliness, silence and stagnation.

And what better way to learn patience than lounging around in the middle of nowhere.

I haven't changed my sitting position in over three months, They call me the desert sitter, Because in 1999 I buried 17 innocent children under the sand and sat on their graves.