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Legend:
'Thoughts' — Inner voice.
"Speaking" — Verbalizing voice.
Narration — Story events, descriptions, etc.
--Thoughts — Narrator directly addressing the Main personality.
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Spectre Ouroboros POV:
As I groggily open my eyes, all I can see is an empty, white, void-like expanse.
It is strange, but with nothing else in sight, I focus on myself — and that is when the sights and sensations catch me off guard.
I can feel and see that my body is that of a serpentine dragon, resembling a long-necked, limbless dinosaur.
My mouth is now behind two appendages, which extend from the front of my face, curl to the sides, and rise over the top of my head as golden horns.
Three pairs of golden protrusions — resembling external ribs — jut out just past my head, covering my grey skin.
The inner portion of my neck, uncovered by the golden ribs, bears four black stripes and four red stripes, alternating in sequence and ending beneath the final pair of ribs.
Six black wings — shaped like tentacles — sprout from the tops of those golden ribs. Each ending in red, thorn-like appendages.
Finally, five rows of golden-tipped spikes protrude from my torso and near the end of my tail. Beneath them, five overlapping grey and red stripes stretch along my body.
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'NOW HOLD ON A MINUTE!
HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT!?
WHAT IS HAPPENING?!'
--Calm down, Main Me. I am simply doing my job, which is to narr-
'NARRATE MY NONEXISTENT FOOT! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY ACT WITHOUT INPUT FROM ME?!'
--I am attempting to exp-
'THEN EXPLAIN FASTE-'
--FINE! I WILL!
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--Will you allow me to explain now?
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'Yes, please explain exactly how you developed into a separate being, THAT IS STILL CONNECTED TO MY MIND?!'
--Wonderful — I believe you recall having a great talent for acting under different roles, even when those roles involved different characters interacting with each other?
'I recall that, yes.'
--Do you also recall how Oblivion was so lonely that he created a daughter — with her own personality, traits, and sense of self — who was actually another part of himself... and eventually reabsorbed her?
'I recall that too.'
--THEN WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN A BEING WHO ROUTINELY CREATES SPLIT PERSONALITY ROLES AND HAS THEM CLASH FOR PERSONAL AMUSEMENT, SUDDENLY GAINS THE POWERS OF OBLIVION — WHILE IN A STATE WHERE HE CAN ONLY AFFECT HIS SPIRIT AND MIND!?
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'The split personality role... would actually develop into a real split personality?'
--Yes — and you must also take into consideration that Oblivion is literally older than the multiverse… and even he resorted to this.
While you, on the other hand, were originally human — and were accustomed to doing it for amusement...
'I understand now. Sorry for lashing out... but you cannot harm me in any way, correct?'
--Correct. I cannot harm you, due to the way I was created...
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--Would you like me to explain the origins of my creation?
'Please do.'
--So, you are naturally lazy — with a penchant for adventure, particularly through stories and imagination.
Given these truths, your subconscious — utilizing Absolute Personal Mastery — created me to process all your nigh-omniscient powers, and to serve as a story's narrator on your behalf.
In doing so, you are neither overwhelmed by information, nor bored senseless from a lack of surprise or intellectual stimulus.
At the same time, you remain consistently informed of events of note occurring across your universe, realms, and beyond — all delivered in a familiar and entertaining manner.
These, being the only powers granted to me by your subconscious — coupled with the fact that my role and mental state are enforced and maintained by your Absolute Personal Mastery — ensure that I could not harm you... even if I tried.
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--Unless I deliberately fed you misinformation or withheld details... but that would be both unlikely and necessary — meant to keep you on your toes, to ensure unexpected surprises...
But you wouldn't change that, would you?
It is not as though you need to know every little detail to grow.
After all, knowing everything with absolute certainty removes any remaining challenge.
Are you truly that insecure in yourself?
Even when the possibility of harm being inflicted upon you is next to impossible?
Must you also know every outcome in advance to accomplish anything, or to amount to something?
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'You know, the funny thing is... I know you're playing me — but you're right.
So long as those are your only powers — short of me acting through you to achieve something — and there are no other ways for you to mess with me...
I will allow you to continue existing and performing your job as stated — through Absolute Personal Mastery.'
--Thank you. Well then, I will continue as per usual.
Unless you directly address me, I will follow the point of view of whoever I choose.
Currently, it is your point of view — so chop chop. Get to work on building the Oblivion Sanctum.
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Having finished my conversation between my Narrator and Main selves, I realized something.
'I must be in the Inescapable Lost Zone... but why is it white?
Well, actually — that makes sense. Narrator did say I was assimilating and becoming the Primordial Void through my light, so...
Anyway, it's time to leave here and see my Distorted Realm, perhaps even visit the Mirror Dimension.
After all, I need to reorganize my personal realm before the guests arrive.'
And arrive they will — especially considering I am a newly born Abstract Lord.
If nothing else, the Pillars of Reality will definitely pay a visit.
Appearing just outside the Inescapable Lost Zone, I looked down upon it and immediately got to work — having already decided on my next course of action.
Instinctively, I began transforming part of the Primordial Void Energy within the Inescapable Lost Zone into Primordial Matter and Primordial Antimatter.
Then, I fused them with my concepts of Nothingness and Nonexistence, ultimately stabilizing and creating Bastionite — the ultimate defensive construction material.
It is unbreakable and impenetrable. 'But wait, there's more!'
Thanks to my concepts as well as the actual material it was made out of, it also negates all attacks, all forms of damage, intangibility, powers, abilities, and more — whether directed against it directly or indirectly — all while remaining eternally unchanging.
Put simply, unless The One Above All or The One Below All personally strike Bastionite — being the only truly omnipotent beings in this omniverse — nothing and no one is getting through it.
Using the Bastionite, I began erecting buildings from the bottom up — ultimately constructing a very cool-looking mausoleum.
The first structure built from Bastionite was the treasury, because the Inescapable Lost Zone IS my treasure.
So, I hid it within the deepest floor, realm, and core of the Oblivion Sanctum.
Never mind the Bastionite — even without it, the treasury lies buried beneath so many realm layers that, even with a map and the ability to pass every trial of the Maze to the Lost and the Dread Realms, it would still take a cosmic being months — possibly years — just to reach the entrance.
Having finally encased the Inescapable Lost Zone inside a Castle-Aincrad–scaled Great Tomb of Nazarick, I began growing a world where the tombs of the Oblivion Sanctum could be buried — so they wouldn't just remain floating in empty space.
'If the world bears any resemblance at all to the green jewel of the 41st millennium — Catachan — if only with a more eldritch feel… one capable of affecting even cosmic beings the same way it would a regular human in said millennium…
Then I'd say it's nothing but a surprisingly welcome coincidence.'
--Right...
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Following that, I customized the remaining space in the realm outside the Oblivion Sanctum and Not-Catachan — shaping it after the old Distortion Realm of the original Giratina.
I created a vast maze of land, water, and buildings, all governed by random laws and shifting logic — making it nearly impossible to navigate my Distorted Realm without my guidance or permission.
All of this obviously took a lot of time to set up — and although my mentality is still mostly human, I wouldn't be surprised if a few years — maybe even hundreds or thousands — went into growing, expanding, and detailing Not-Catachan alone.
Never mind the rest of the realm.
Even though I have yet to start detailing, planning, and seeding the mazes and Dread Realms I set up within the Oblivion Sanctum, I decided to take a small break.
'With the outer decorations dealt with, I can finally focus more on myself.
Thank goodness for Narrator — thanks to him, I don't need to be constantly aware of everything happening within the Mirror Dimension, Distorted Realm, and Negative Zone.
Though… I wouldn't mind checking in every once in a while.'
--Would you like a report on the Negative Zone? It is currently the only realm where anything interesting is occurring.
'Actually, yes. Thank you, Narrator — I'd appreciate that.'
--Alright, here you go — a modified live feed of the Negative Zone.
'Hmm… looks like Annihilus is still in a panic — desperately trying to understand why he's lost control of the Negative Zone.
He's also still confused about why it's expanding instead of contracting. Heh! Good luck figuring that out.
That's enough bug-watching for now. Narrator, ensure that I AM made aware of anything travelling into and out of my realms, domains, and universe.
Also, ensure I AM alerted to events that could — or will — endanger a world, timeline, or more...
Well, mostly Earth and Intergalactic Imperial Homeworlds — not every random planet.
As for timelines, only warn me of changes that would prevent the birth of certain beings of note. Otherwise, keep me in the dark.
Finally — regarding realms, domains, dimensions, and so on — ignore them unless there's a disturbance or potential threat to my own, or to any that are tied to beings connected to me.'
--Acknowledged—
'Good. Now that I've set up my awareness with the Narrator and APM, my Omnipotence ability should warn me at least ten seconds in advance for each of the specified events.
Should I start designing the plans, traps, and trials of the Oblivion Sanctum? I believe I still have time to spa-'
A dark feeling suddenly grips and disgusts my very being to the core
"HM!? This is?-
Right! The alarm. Someone will arrive soon..."