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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971

Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 57, Follows: 75, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024

29Chapter 37: 30

Bio Forge Master

A Plan and Shift in Perception

Fran Moss/Esper

When Patches assumed responsibility for keeping the monster underground, he felt nothing but relief, while it wasn't a stress it was figuratively a weight on his shoulders. However, what he'd be more appreciative of is not getting pinballed into the sky!

Still his plan was solid, and not something this body was really capable of doing but it was still a sound strategy. One that only works in this particular situation if you have meta-knowledge concerning the present situation, and even then, there was a significant chance that it wouldn't work either way, but it was a good plan despite the odds.

Stopping his clone-assisted mobility was simple, and without any hesitation Esper accelerated and into a rain cloud. The clone saw and raced to get in front of him, exactly where he needs her to be.

All bodies had a teleporter beacon surgically implanted in their chest activity in cases of emergency evac, and sometimes even one-off teleporter beacons on hand. However, Esper didn't plan on using his to escape, also if he did it took a few short seconds to charge and activate.

Which would give the clone plenty of time to latch onto him and teleport with him, and he refused to allow that to happen.

The Library of Decay (wow, he didn't wax poetic all that often) hovered in front of him like a goalie, utterly unwilling to let him move, and yet move he did. Charging at her, yet she hovered there with complete confidence in her abilities to intercept him as she watched his fist extend to her face.

But the surprise was on her when his civilian body teleported in front of her and put an organic mask on her face with a, "Gotcha bitch!"

Normally this wouldn't have done anything, Alexandria after all is famously immune to Master effect and most forms of mind control, so why shouldn't her clone? This however didn't mean she was incapable of communicating telepathically. Just because she had no presence to his psionic senses didn't mean she couldn't receive signals regardless.

The difference between a telepathic attack and communication simply came down to the volume, however there is a very important distinction to be had, however. The volume of the attack generally has to be intended to hurt the target.

This however took none of the traditional methods to accomplish the plan, it only required him to burn the Matrix computer (thankfully he had backups of all the data it had collected) and the Mask of Telepathy.

The Mask of Telepathy was an entirely organic power mask that he had made in his spare time, it amplified telepathy massively. Enough to even be able to communicate with Alexandria, or in this case her clone.

The mask clung to her face and exploded after a single second, before his civilian body's neural port violently burnt out and 'killed' the body entirely.

Said body was instantly recalled back to the Workshop for either repairs or to be recycled into a new body entirely.

Apocrypha

The instant the mask clung to her face the entire world changed; she wasn't in the sky but on the ground. But more important was that she felt weak and cold, things she hadn't felt in either of her existences since that day her original was offered the vial.

She was on the top of a mountain with a log cabin.

"Hello." She spun around to face Patches who was just standing there with an unimpressed expression on his face, she tried to fly at him but couldn't.

She'd been depowered. How long had their fight been?

Patches just chuckled, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.

She just snarled in hatred before she attacked, running and punching at him with no effect as he simply either redirected her blows or simply deflected them entirely. The entire time maintaining a passive expression.

They went back and forth, though obviously it was more due to Patches actually playing with her instead of anything else. She, much like the original, didn't have much fighting experience or rather technique, they both used their power to just brute force their way to victory and that simply wasn't an option for her now.

Eventually Patches won due to sheer attrition as even after what must've been hours he was still breathing even.

He chuckled, "Let's get you some rest. We can resume this later." He said with a roll of his eyes as he picked her naked form (where did her clothes go anyway?) up and carried her into the cabin.

Despite him getting her cleaned up, treated, and even providing her food… she still tried to kill him another dozen times that day. All her attempts followed the same pattern, they would fight, he would humor her and be beaten senseless. It wasn't until she attacked him with a knife that she realized the severity of her injuries were entirely proportionally to how she escalated her attacks.

Turns out bringing a knife to a fist fight would lead to a much harsher beating.

Each attack ended the same way, with her falling unconscious within twenty minutes. Only for her to wake up after being tended to and resuming the fight, only for the same thing to happen once more. At some point she simply stopped attacking him entirely, it hurt too much and made her realize just how much she relied on her powers, but he would always be there tending to her wounds and feeding her when she could feed herself…

It felt nice. But she had noticed something strange, every time she slept in the house it be pristine when she woke back up.

Hours turn to days; she dressed in the clothes he provided that were more suited for the cold climate. She bathed in his bathtub, he was… kind, despite everything she planned and wanted to do.

Then she tried to flee once more, but she didn't get too far though. The snow and cold of the mountain are harsh. She froze to death three times and broke her legs twice. But he always saved her and healed her.

Then weeks turned to months…

If asked when she started sharing his bed she honestly couldn't really say, best she figured it was roughly after three months together. He never touched her when she climbed into his bed, and now she didn't try to kill him. Fran, that's his actual name, is such a lovely man once you got to know him.

Honestly, she would be lucky to have him.

She even stopped caring about anyone outside of the simulation, if everything else is real then what you experience is real, and she had stopped caring about the state of the simulated world as well.

The food is delicious, Fran taught her how to hunt game in this empty world. Even the changing of the seasons brought about a change in her mood. She shared the chores with Fran on a stable schedule, he would hunt and cook while she would take care of the house, and they would trade chores every week.

In the beginning she often left to explore (flee really), only to discover that the entire planet was empty aside from herself, Fran, and animals. Hearing him tell her and experiencing it herself just made it more real to her. And as much as it grated without her powers, she was hopeless as a saber tooth tiger nearly killed her. If not for Fran finding and saving her life.

"God, how things change…"

Then months turned to years…

She honestly wasn't sure when she came to realize she loved him, it took her a very long time for her to admit it to herself never mind confessing to him. She had spent countless hours with him, during the warmer seasons she would go about their cabin naked. After all there was no other humans besides Fran that could judge her, and she felt a surge of pleasure whenever Fran looked at her.

He had long since opened up about his personal life, how he had two beautiful women he cherished more than anything, how he lived three separate lives with three bodies, and that this one had spent most of his life working a nine-to-five job at the local morgue.

"How can such a sweet and charming man work in such a macabre job?" Was it due to his power, or perhaps he enjoyed the odd peace such work allowed?

She had only ever loved one man before, Clark had been a Hero in every sense of the word, and after he died a part of her died with him. Now she hated him, she didn't know if it was her own choice or a lingering leftover from Echidna's "shoddy indoctrination" (Fran's words) that he saved her from. But now she hated him for a different reason, she had saved herself for him.

She had planned on marrying him and then he had the gall of dying and breaking her heart!

She had eventually forgiven him, and she was happy for it… she never realized how tiring being angry and hateful all the time was. Her work with Fran changed her, he explained it as a radical form of therapy he inflicted (again his words) on her and perhaps if it was a few months back she would've been resentful but now she was grateful for Fran's sympathy and care.

She's a better person now, free from the nonsense hatred Echidna had imprinted on her, she was free from the delusion of being Alexandria as well as its responsibilities. She could've died to Scion right now and she would be fine, she had lived a full life that she's proud of, in a world with a man she had come to love.

Then the years turned to decades…

She barely remembered the outside world; it'd been little over three decades since Fran had put that mask on her face. He explained that it would accelerate her perception of time by one billion times, however the cost of this being that the mask itself and his power-granted computer would explode. She could scarcely even remember what it was like talking to another human being, and she wondered if she'd even be able to communicate at all.

The time they had spent together is her life, what came before was simply an illusion implanted by Echidna, which she could easily ignore as having no value to her.

She stopped thinking of herself as Alexandria, Rebecca, and Apocrypha years ago.

She's Diana now, in honor of a forgotten comic heroine she felt bad for overshadowing, she'd been Diana for a longer time than Rebecca had been Rebecca.

Rebecca was still older than her, but she had stopped being herself and became Alexandria a long time ago.

She had followed her love as they closed the door to their home for the last time, they had gone on many camping trips to different lands and yet they always returned to this place no matter what fantastical lands they had visited. The entire world was beautiful, as expected of her love's craftsmanship.

She'd fully given herself to him in a tearful confession of love two years in, part of her was still shocked and embarrassed that it had taken so long.

She'd also developed a different view of the simulation than most people in Bet, that the around three decades she spent inside had made her fully believe that life is what you made of it and could easily make things change. It was a drastic change compared to Alexandria's cynicism and borderline nihilism.

"Ready to go?" Her love asked, and she didn't think she could ever stop loving him.

In fact, she actually had quite a bit of fear of not loving him anymore, but that was fine. Even if she died instantly after leaving this paradise, she wouldn't complain about it. She had lived a wonderful life that she wouldn't have traded for anything in the world.

She stepped through the door as she once again found herself in her body, muscles tense and in a fighting stance that felt entirely alien to her after so many years of having a peaceful life. She shook her head and relaxed only to fly to her love and kiss him, though he looked tired and frail whereas the other body looked 'confused'.

Her love broke the kiss and held her before explaining, "Yeah, this only worked because of your powers." He explained, "Anyone else, and I'm including myself as well, would've died at that level of acceleration. I barely lasted the first three months, but I will have our memories together once I repair the neural link and download the associated memories." He promised making her smile happily.

"Anyway, I'm Fran as you know, that's Esper." Her love said pointing to the black man Alexandria is fond of, "And Dr. Patches operating on Alexandria in the belly of Echidna." He added.

Despite her love telling her that he was controlling three bodies at the same time, seeing it firsthand was rather… odd. But now that she had her powers back, she could clearly tell that it wasn't a case of split personalities but more like… playing specific roles in a play. It was rather ingenious, but she doubted it would really hold up against Thinkers.

But then again, she did have vague recollections of Contessa either trying and failing to Path her love, or (rather childishly now that she thought about it) refusing to acknowledge that her love actually existed.

So, who knows? Maybe she only figured it out because he opened up to her first?

Shaking her head she focused, "Ah, please call me Diana. It's what you called me for the last thirty years." She said with a smile.

Fran Moss/Esper

The fact that the plan even worked was nothing short of a miracle in his mind. They'd figured out how to accelerate time in the Matrix simulation weeks ago, however it was Diana's power that really allowed it to work as well as it did.

"Thank fuck for that, I was kinda running out of options that didn't involve terminating Alexadria to deal with her."

Using a combination of the neural link and the Mask of Telepathy they could simulate time at a one billion times, which meant thirty-one years every single second, this rate was completely unsustainable as it would destroy the computer, the mask, and the neural link as well as fried Fran's brain. Which would've killed him if Esper wasn't enhancing it with his own psionics to not explode like the mask had.

In this instance Fran's neural link mostly burnt out with a minor explosion outwards in his skull, even with Esper limiting the damage the body would still need weeks to recover and it's only going to do this because Diana lived with Fran for thirty years, so she probably loves his civilian body quite a bit.

The plan also hinged on Echidna not being able to master Diana from a distance, which given the inability of every other Master power to do so seemed unlikely, but they were still keeping her out of the fight for safety's sake more than anything.

Though he really wasn't looking forward to the talk with the girls now that he was technically in his fifties (honestly with all the simulated time he really didn't bother keeping track) wouldn't probably be welcomed, it makes their relationship even less acceptable than before (but then again it was all mental anyways). However, he was especially concerned if they were even amenable to the new woman suddenly joining the relationship, at worst they'd be neutral. Though when they learn it's actually a clone of Alexandria, he predicted Taylor would squee and Aisha would praise him as the God of Masculinity and Sex.

No, what he was really concerned about is how they would react to him being gone for thirty years with another woman that wasn't either of them.

At least Aisha was at the workshop so the damage from the computer exploding could be contained.

"So, did you have any ideas on how to deal with Echidna in all this time? Esper asked as he and Diana flew towards a nearby cabin that Esper had rented ahead of time.

Fran triggered his teleport beacon and returned to the workshop to either be repaired or recycled into another body.

"Several actually." Diana said with a smile, "But maybe you'll get a better option if you pull on the Forge?"

Esper just hummed and transmitted the message, and God he hoped that things would work out.

Fran Moss/Dr. Patches

His work on Alexandria had finally finished but without any external materials it was pretty hard. He already gave her one of his eyes, but that was all that was needed, so he really didn't think much of it. If anything, he was probably annoyed because surgically speaking he was something of a perfectionist and he'd never get a chance to operate on Alexandria unless he found a way to suppress her powers again.

Aside from operating on her, he'd also been killing every clone that started gestating. Interestingly enough she didn't appear to be able to clone him, though he wasn't sure if he was simply too alien, the mental protections afforded by Master of Masters, or psionics being inconceivable to the shards, especially this dysfunctional one.

The more thought he gave it he came to a conclusion; Echidna was a Titan, like those from the sequel that won't be named. There was very little about Echidna that actually resembled any other Case 53 or other changes he had studied. The entire cellular structure was nowhere near close to an actual animal, plant, or anything else. The cells were practically a hollow shell whose functions made absolutely no sense chemically, or if they did their biochemistry was operating on a level that modern science could barely comprehend.

It was also, hilariously and pathetically false, as even the Case 53's such as Weld were more alive than what Echidna had going on, it was a pathetic attempt by the shard's standards that he had analyzed.

But still, one shouldn't just assume that your opponent's aren't stupid, or that's how he thought about it.

But considering how Echidna's cloning ability worked and how it was a rush job, it might actually speak to the shard's intelligence. Perhaps it's a Thinker shard that knew the Thinker is dead, it may have the foresight that other shards lacked and simply assumed the Titan protocols years before anyone else would initiate them?

Or perhaps he was reaching, trying to apply some form of logic to the illogical? Frankly, either possibility worked.

Scion hadn't appeared to have noticed this, but then again Scion is busy experiencing depression and listlessness to actively take note of anything. It probably didn't even notice the fact that humanity only had fifty to a hundred years before the entire species dies out.

But then again Parahumans were dying in droves, there was no diminishing conflict, and the data it produced so why would it intervene? If it ever noticed that is.

Meanwhile the Titan Echidna would have eventually consumed more and more parahumans and spawning more and more clones capable of working far better than humanity had before, as demonstrated by humanities utter disunity until Skitter went "Hold my beer" and got Panacea to jailbreak her shard and allowing her to become Khepri and going "Assuming Total Control" across the dimensions.

It was still a deeply flawed strategy, but it would've worked better than most against Scion.

Then again all of it was a blind stab in the dark, an uneducated guess. Trying to justify alien behavior with human logic, and assuming rationality of a non-sapient intelligence in general.

There was a sense of… not urgency but lose as he didn't truly know how to defeat the creature, it didn't really have a Core. Its flesh could connect to the shard on the other side, but it didn't matter how he cut it there was no way of getting a killing blow, even breaking every molecule from its body wasn't guaranteed to work!

So, he had been thinking how to kill it for a long time as the plan to subvert the clone (now Diana) had worked.

"God, this is going to be a nightmare to explain to the girls."

Though despite the dread he felt he was entirely sure they both will be incredibly excited about adding Diana to the relationship, especially when they realize she's a clone of Alexandria. Taylor in particular will possibly be unearthing some deep psychological shit as well, she never talked about it but well… sometimes she thought a bit too loud to ignore and he had learned many things he never expected.

Thankfully body pillows weren't really a thing on Bet, otherwise Alexandria's pillow would be very well used.

Aisha would call him a man amongst men and act like he's the coolest human being on the entire planet.

Then there was the age aspect when he finished downloading his memories, he'll be in his fifties mentally, his relationship with the girls was already iffy but now it was just inexcusable. But then again society can go eat a dick, he didn't respect the opinions of people from Earth Bet after seeing their uninspired hack media.

"Heroes this, Villains that… and let's not mention the video games! Truly, Earth Bet is a place where Gamers go to die."

Still, he couldn't deny that he wouldn't change after this, it was impossible to live three decades and not change. However, he estimated that he would still be very similar to how he currently is with no significant drifts in his beliefs, politics, personal views, and personality. He would only grow more confident in his abilities and less concerned about things outside of his control.

As he thought these plans started to filter over his connection to his other bodies, though there was some latency due to Echidna's bulk and whatever dimensional fuckery is involved, though most of the plans were discarded before he even had time to read them. Most assumed that Echidna had a core he could access, or that he could add a Zoanthrope power to Noelle like he planned to do with the Case 53.

However, that plan was nearly impossible as making a Zoanthrope gene from scratch without his tools was very difficult.

Though one plan he immediately liked despite it would be up to the metaphorical dice, besides it had been a while since he prompted the Forge to roll so why not?

"God, I hope I get something useful…"

[Celestial Forge]

Rolling…

Xenobiology – (600 cp) (Lovecraft)

Success!

Tech Wizard – (100 cp) (Devil Survivor)

Success!

Micromanipulators – (50 cp) (Raildex Science)

Success!

Remaining CP: 150 Remaining

Granted Tech Wizard and Micromanipulators were really useful, especially how they appeared on his left arm and both his hands, it was Xenobiology that had the biggest effect.

Any thought about random Freebies acting up went right off the rails as the world around him changed, the perks effects shallower and instantly his psionic senses expanded beyond the traditional three dimensions. Actually, it was rather foolish for him from the beginning to think reality, especially one so obtuse, complex, and vast as Worm, actually be a three-dimensional world on a single time axis.

Never mind all the dimensional fuckery that is just casually used by countless parahumans.

It also explained why the clones died, attacking the Corona with psionics also kills anyone connected to the same shard would suffer lethal backlash from the energies distributed.

They'd always been there, these extra dimensions, and he had always lived with him. Like living on the surface of a lake and never thinking about diving until it was pointed out to him, it made him wonder what else had he missed? What else was he unaware of that a simple point in the right direction would change his perception so much?

This entire corner of the multiverse was as artificial as an aquarium, the Entities powers condensing all variations of Earth Bet in a single good approximation. A universe that is made by the corpses of thousands of other universes, perhaps even millions, all made as infrastructure so powers could act.

Leaves turned to books, distinct membranes into a single thing.

It was… wrong, in a way that even Eldritch creatures he now knew existed would have agreed with. They were formed of the universe, products of it, but no creature from the Mythos intentionally changed the universe this way.

Honestly the more he thought about it, the dumber it sounded. He had powers capable of feeling individual cells like a microscope, yet he never tried to perceive reality. Like the most obvious thing in the world that you would have never perceived until someone pointed it out.

There is a reason humans don't perceive the world in fourth dimensions, because they don't interact with the world in four dimensions, which is a true statement but also flawed. The dimensions that applied to humans were numerous but your chances of dying to something outside the conventional three dimensions is a near impossibility, not worth the tremendous evolutionary strain.

Even now Feel It Out was working overtime, feeling out this glimpse behind the curtain as he beheld the strings that kept the warm womb, he found himself in alive by any measure of the word.

The world peeled away, like an onion, like the pages of a book. Layers that weren't layers.

Azathoth dreamed for he dreamed, with no deeper meaning or reason, the other gods and entities fundamental aspects of reality. As malicious as an animal, with them being so above us as we are above ants, and morality not holding sway, yet this…

It was a beaver dam more than a road, a natural organic structure, yet made with purpose. He beheld it with no moral judgment, but he still found it odd, as the doctor that turned himself into a spider and as the first watcher of the true dimensionality of reality in all the human race. That knew of the Mythos and knew this was not a reality he was supposed to look like.

Others would wonder what he had beheld, that even with the knowledge of the Yellow King, Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, Sub-Niggurath, that reality itself, staring forwards into the apparent nothingness would scare him so.

He acted, there was no other thing he could or would have wanted to do. The Mythos spoke of horror and fear, but Earth Bet itself was an abhorrence unspoked, he knew the humans of the Mythos were limited, lacking vocabulary, how he laughed at the idea of his knowledge of fiction and fantasy would give him a better form of describing the true shape of the universe.

He drove his hands forward with purpose.

The Micromanipulators combined with his already impressive Steady Hands he was able to reach subcellular precision, he could now do surgery on individual cells.

More importantly the Comp, a 3DS looking thing connect by wire to a digital watch, it's coding a magitech mess. One that took him some prodding to decipher, many of the functions appeared to be grayed out, like it was out of the range of the network.

The Devil summoning, the Devil auction, and the Demon compendium were all grayed out. His Mind-Machine interface and Feel It Out investigated the functions, but there was no code to them. In fact, the functions were entirely removed, all he found was a single line in a text document.

"Simply not worth the effort, quarantine - Babel"

For some reason, that line alone seemed to open a pit in his stomach when having his entire perception of reality changed didn't.

Still despite this bit of existential dread (yeah, somewhere out there SMT might be reality, that's fucking horrifying) his Comp still had various valuable abilities, Skill Cracking alone gave him an incredible Trump power. Almost absurdly powerful given the heights the Fairy queen had reached.

It gave him skills based on the enemies he defeated and lets him use their powers, some of the powers being different than what their previous user had. And while useful they wouldn't be as powerful as the original skills as well.

More importantly, the Comp came with a Harmonizer. A small device inside the Comp which empowered the user whilst weakening enemies. The user of this in particular was great for him and would be great for his current situation!

In an instant his scalpel reformed, having resumed the form of a ring after Alexandria's surgery, and then it had transformed into a strange shape. A strange multi-prong ceremonial dagger, the kind expected by a tribal cult to use during human sacrifices. Ornate but not in any way as to make it beautiful by human stands, and organic in such a way that it made protodermis seem almost like a parody or insult.

He twirled the blade in his hand, not forwards, not vertically and not horizontally.

In a dimension, he didn't know the existence of sixty seconds ago, an amateurish thing. Only possible by his psionics, a movement so entirely weak it may not have even existed.

The blade cut the string.

The bulk of the superstructure stopped all its movement, vibrations ceased, and all noise and flows of fluid stopped. As if the very muscles and guts around him were in shock, as if he had said something so obscene that the entire reality around him forced time itself to stand still.

The single grouping of muscle in front of him died, not in the sense that all other parts of Echidna's flesh had died up to the point. The rapid degeneration of any removed tissue, only to be instantaneously reconstituted.

No, it had died, it was no longer alive, and it could not be recovered. A small thing, less than an inch of flesh, was now truly, completely, and undeniably dead.

The structures silence endured, one second, two seconds, it's very emotions as unreadable as every but something had changed in it. It no longer cared for pretext, it didn't care for what its state rules were, it simply wanted him dead even above its own self-imposed rules.

He was crushed by a titanic force, such as would make him into a diamond, such that it would instantly turn his blood into a higher form of ice. Its own flesh ignoring the very laws of physics that it seemed a mere moment ago to hold in sacrosanct esteem.

He dodged; no thoughts came to him as he focused on his present.

To the three dimensional he would have seemed to teleport, ignored the very existence of the universe and the entire concept of distance. Such was not true, movement in the fourth dimensional plane didn't skip or matter for the three other dimensions. Nor did it affect the dimension of time, yet the action he took was a dodge, unquestionable and as inarguable as breathing is.

The monster wasn't capable of pursuing him at all. It was once again outraged, its fury growing as it couldn't sense not the monster's titanic adamantine mind, but the force behind it. An expression of emotion incredibly distant almost as if a candle in the surface of the most, and also alien. But this emotion he understood by the experience he now possessed with the eldritch.

The [UTTER INDIGNATION] that a life form so low would dare to defy it, like the thought of an ant destroying a war tank, something that would be as terrifying as it was a comical prospect. The Entities species never did possess a sense of humor despite their propensity for irony, of course this would extend to their shards as well.

The surgeon simply walked "around" the monster, it started floating, ignoring that it wasn't supposed to be part of its powers. Ignoring the condition of its host, were Noelle conscious he would've described what happened as possession.

The scalpel turned dagger became a rapier, the longest thinnest blade he could, and he cut.

The monster receded immediately, it wasn't creative or unpredictable enough to be able to outdo the psionics back with eldritch knowledge. After all, it was something every creature in the Mythos possessed, including humans to some extent.

Besides him Alexandria's unconscious form spasmed in a near epileptic seizure, as her powers failed to interpret what had happened to her. No longer connected to Echidna but also incapable of applying itself, its own [CONFUSION] obvious.

He could hear it now, the Red World, made of viscous Crimson Slag and beheld it.

Uninspired.

The question asked in the back of his mind, this felt somehow easy, why was that so?

How did he, a mere human man, how was he capable of so instantly defeating a shard of the Entity? A species so invincible its own existence forced Creation itself to create the Great Filter?

Because they never fought, not truly.

Now they had their hosts fight each other, but people lack perspective on how poor that amount of experience truly is. It's like saying someone is good with bare-knuckle boxing and a ant exterminator was a great hunter.

With Entities fighting had rules, it had logic, their fights universally and exclusively being fought with the minimal expenditure of energy. To the point they were monotonous uninspired affairs with no creativity.

They were technical, predictable, and limited.

Boring.

With hosts, it was like a human against ants, they could theoretically kill them, and some would be able to almost bring it down single-handedly. But they were also predictable and could be dealt with on mass via the same old protocol.

He wasn't an ant; he was a spider.

The exterminator didn't know large spiders were more resistant to poison, it didn't know about the possibility of lethal undetectable venom, and it didn't expect the spider to be able to jump at it.

The species of the Mythos always fought different things as alien to one another as they were to humans, yet their powers remained equal. They knew war, whilst Entities were whales in a peaceful ocean, where nothing could ever threaten it. And so he won by being ever so slightly different, a sapient species would have either panicked or overreacted.

They would do neither, both options would require them to commit to a level they never would, it was simply not in their nature. And that is how he could win; he actually had the possibility of defeating the entities he just needed… weapons.

An idea had occurred, he moved back to be less "distant" from the monster, looking at the creature and its strings, and he grabbed one and followed. There were no glowing portals, no barriers, simply walking in a straight line with no resistance despite the growing [PANIC] of the puppet master.

Finally, after walking for an eternity and a second, he arrived at towers of broken crystal, vivid red, and with no transparency. His mind was reminded of the various colors of molten slag and that slotted itself in his mind as a better alternative.

His psionics weren't hurting him so much, he made sure they flowed "through" him and "around" him. Not interacting as much with his three-dimensional body, now an intrusion upon this new space, like a rock sinking in the sea from the flotsam above.

The creature dropped its body, it no longer holds importance now. It was utterly abandoned as all power was dropped from it to its arcane defenses, things that haven't been used in millennia. Some of them only theoretical things it could do.

He "threw" a "cut" from his "sword", words failing to describe the act of surgery he had just accomplished.

In the air crystal bubbles appeared, not visible from his perspective, almost a two-dimensional layer of air as many can see in quartz crystals not completely pure of intrusion. With a single attack of psionic and medical might, the shard instantly lost its hosting, communications, defense, and self-destruction capabilities in a single strike of his blade.

In silent terror it [SCREAMED, it called for [Thinker] and [Warrior, calling for any other [Shard, offers of [Sublimation, offering itself to [Cannibalism, and even prayed to the gods of cultures it had personally destroyed.

He cared not for its cries.

The surgery had begun.

[Celestial Forge]

Gained CP:300

Available CP= 450

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