Chapter 313: Origins of the Abominable
Abominations.
For the most part, Abominations are a result of what happens when a kaijin survives the death of their lord and start to unbound themselves to the rules of reality.
Their forms become even more monstrous and unruly, their minds degrade to the point of repetitive insanity and their desires become less of a “core” and more of a…”existence”.
[Chaos] cannot exist within [Order].
However, there are other ways for an abomiantion to be born.
Our intrepid hero doesn’t know this yet, but kaijin can bleed and get injured like any other living being in the universe, but…
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Once upon a time, in a kingdom that had yet to fall into the sands of history, whose name was once respected across the lands, was a mighty warrior clan.
This clan was home to many powerful figures, but the most notable members was the clan leader and his three sons.
Now these three brothers were the sons of the clan’s leader and who was also a legendary hero of the kingdom, a mighty general that had fought against impossible odds countless times and won everytime.
And much like their father, they were equally gifted, albeit, in different ways.
The eldest brother was the most like their father in terms of look, temperament and skill. However, he also had a silver tongue on top of all that, the kind that could turn even bandits into loyal soldiers. If he followed the same path as his father, becoming a military man,he could reach even greater heights.
A fine warrior and a fine leader.
The second brother on the other hand was cool, calculative and a viciously strong swordsman. It was said that he had a force of will as sharp and strong as the finest steel blades in all of the land. A fine warrior indeed, but not a leader.
Last, but not least, was the third brother who while wasn’t as martially gifted as other two brothers, he was the wisest and kindest of the three. He was young, and he carried with him an understanding of the world around him greater than some renowned sages.
A fine leader, but not a warrior.
The three brothers were as different as people could get, and yet, they got along swimmingly.
They had their ups, and their downs, but they were family and that’s what mattered most.
But then something happened.
Out of the blue, their father announced that he was going to be stepping down as the clan’s leader and told the sons that he would be passing the mantle down to the one who could earn the most support from the clan.
This was a rather shaky break from tradition.
Traditionally, the mantle of leadership would have been passed down from father to eldest son, and this particular instance it would have made perfect sense to, since the eldest was an equally perfect fit.
Regardless of the reason though, this was the part where the relationship between the brothers started to get…messy.
Power and politics has a tendency to corrupt and divide people in vicious ways, even among family members.
The brothers that had once been bonded by blood, were now divided by politics, scheming, factional dispute and so forth.
There were many little nuances between the three, but it eventually balanced out into a three way tie between them.
The eldest had the most common support, the second had the backings of the warriors, while the youngest had the support of the elders.
However, this power scale tipped when the eldest brother received an unusual visitor…
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*SLAM!*
“How dare my brothers deny me my right to ascension!,” Frederick yelled in the privacy of his quarters as he smashed a table with a heavy fist, bottles of wine literring the floor.
Frederick had long learn that half of the game of politics was being able to put on a warm and friendly facade that the people could look up to in times of stress or in public.
It was only in the privacy of his own quarters that he could let out the ugliness in his heart.
“Can’t defame due to what they have on me. Can’t convince their followers without making even more ludicrously expensive promises and I can’t even assassinate them what with all the protection they have on hand…FUCK!”
Frederick wa about to lash out on more furniture, when a voice unexpectedly interrupted him…by speaking directly in his head.
[Ya knowzzz, zzzmashing furniturezzz ain’t as fun as zzzkullzzz.]
“What?! Who said that? Show yourself!”
[Wiiith pleazzzureee…]
From a dark corner in the room, a strange being, donned in a pitch black cloak, manifested out of nowhere and proceeded to walk out into the light.
The being was about to speak once more, once it was out of the shadows, but Frederick immediately lashed out with the full force of a Fifth Ring Aether Grandmaster…only for his attack to get blocked by the being as if it was nothing.
“What?! How did you-?!”
[Oooh, zzzuch violence! I knew it was a good idea to talk to you!]
The being looked, to Frederick’s eyes at least, much like a bloodliner of the wasp family, but when he took a closer look, he noticed that several of the features didn’t look…right.
As if the being before him shouldn’t exist.
[Apologiezz for my…interruption, but I couldn’t help but hear your desires raging through your zzoul,] the insectile creature stated as he gingerly and gently placed the hand of Frederick’s attack back to the man’s side, [and I do believe you are in need of “power”, the type of power that can make your brothers back down and give you your rightful place at the top of this…clan. Izz that right?]
Frederick was initially tempted to reject the being, call for help and immediately kill this weirdo…but something in the way it spoke, the way it carried itself, the fact that it blocked his attack as easily as it did…made Frederick follow along with the questions.
“Yes…that’s right.”
[Good, good, gooooood. In that case, I think I can help you…in a way.]
“What? In what way?”
The being’s stance seemed to look straighter, as if it was expecting this question. From the cloak, the being produced a small vial made from crystal glass, filled with a strange colored liquid that seemed to fluctuate between black and rainbow at a moment’s notice.
[Pleazzze,] the being asked as it opened the vial, [have a zzzmall whiff of this?]
Intrigued or entranced, Frederick didn’t know, but he did as instructed and smellled the vial’s contents.
“! What in the-?!”
From that one little whiff, power seemed to course in his body, a new one, a crazy one, something that made all of the progress he made with his cultivation seem like mere child’s play in comparison.
He didn’t know what was in this vial…but he wanted more.
Like a desperate madman, Frederick tried to grab the bottle, but the cloaked being effortlessly dodged his attempt and proceeded to place a single, exoskeleton covered finger directly against his forehead, causing the man to freeze in place instantly.
[Ah, ah, ah. Consuming all of this at once can hazardous to one’z health. Bezides, this little bottle of mine izzz, incomplete.]
With a gentle shove of the finger, the being pushed Frederick into his ass causing him to go “oof”. A second later, he dropped the vial into Frederick’s lap.
[If you lizzten to what I zay, you’ll end up with a power even greater than Aether, Anima or even Dragon Force. Underztand?]
Before answering the question, Frederick got to his feet as he stared at the vial in his hands. One little whiff had enough energy in it to make him want to devour this thing wholesale, and it was just an incomplete product?!
Frederick could tell from that whiff that he could skip straight from Aether Lord to Aether King and maybe even Emperor had he consumed the bottle.
How much of a leap in power would he gain if he had the completed product?
Overlord?
Saint?
Maybe even the fabled Deity rank?!
Frederick’s hands trembled as he realized the raw amount of power in his hands, all sealed in a teeny, tiny vial of glass.
He would be the biggest fool in the world, no the universe, not to listen to this obviously heaven sent messenger!
“O-Of course! Of course! Whatever you say!,” Frederick nodded with an almost fanatical tone in his voice.
The being let out a small chuckle at the fanatic behavior.
It was an understandable reaction when exposed to such awesome power, but it was still somewhat…foolish.
“Now then, Mazter Frederick,” the being said with a verbal tone as opposed to the one inside of Frederick’s head, “how do you feel about…higher education?”
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“FiiiIIIInNnNalLlly(Finally)! AFTeR aLl ThIs TIMmmmeee, aLL oF THeSE Yearsssss! I can be perfecT, OnCccEee more!”
