" True Formlessness, I think. " Our protagonist waved his hand around in expression.
" WAIT NO " He stop himself from speaking further, then looked around the ' room ' out of habit. Not like there was anything to look at in a white void anyway. He just thought whats-it's-face would give him just a bit more leniency if he acted bewildered.
A perfect duplicate of himself materialized a fair distance away, then shifted it's cold gaze upon him.
" Sorry. " It spoke in monotone. " You can't take back what you say in here. " It stated rigidly without emotion.
" Are you done requesting and selecting? If you are, proceed here and you will be sent to the other world. " It's finger bones creaked and snapped as it pointed to the invisible ' floor ' it was standing on.
Well. That was unsettling.
At least It was nice enough to use a meat puppet this time. I was getting tired of it's ' voice that comes out of nowhere ' act.
" Right. " Our unamused protagonist responded while sulking.
For a self-proclaimed god, this thing certainly wasn't getting any easier to talk to. Not even after 56 hours of crafting my new body. But he couldn't complain. It DID bring him back from the dead, after all.
Or. Will.
At least it's about to, assuming it's being honest.
This was my chance. A once in two-lifetimes opportunity! The situation every anime and cartoon fan dreams themselves in! All things considered, I should be doing better then this.
Alas. It wasn't so bad. His master plan of maximum potential in his second life was coming together quite well.
But - apparently - per verbal disclaimer, there was going to be some give-and-take. Like, Yin Yang nonsense. An equal and opposite downside to every upside I pick. Oh well. Not like I care. There realistically was really one ' option ' for me to begin with. This next life; my second chance; is going to be truly free. Unconstrained. Boundless.
And with that, he gathered himself and pondered his next request for awhile. He couldn't think of anything off the top of his head.
Why now, of all times, was he short on ideas? The one time in his pathetic existence he needed to come up with good ideas on the spot - his head now suddenly felt like a dry well. Like he was missing something. Is this what being in charge is like?
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This is traumatic. It feels like I'm single slip-up away from another life of pain If I'm not careful. If I even 'live' to see that at all!
Not like this other ' guy ' is helping...
Our protagonist sighed as he looked over to his doppelganger. Staring blanking at him. Doing nothing.
It wasn't so bad. He hasn't really gotten tired. Or hungry. Or had any negative feeling at all. All 3 of those points were in favor of Mr. Eldritch over there being on his side. But he just couldn't help a certain suspicion of his...
' Why isn't this thing more sociable to spite apparently having done this for thousands of years? ' He thought.
He dwelled on that thought for an uncomfortably long time. A bit too long.
' Well, maybe it just doesn't want to bother learning human tendencies! '
Ah. There it was. A single, simple, sound argument to make sense of this madness. You have no idea how good that felt. No, seriously. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
Being told you're dead by a series of shifting/growing mouths and eyes several times your size isn't exactly soothing. Nor is being forced to pick out traits for your own body with no breaks.I've seen shows and stories where stuff like this happens. If your not overpowered, YOUR DEAD.
At least it was kind enough to hide 'itself' after awhile. Maybe it picked up on him being uncomfortable? Maybe. Perhaps it had other reasons.
And after that came the lack of communication.
' Just ask, and you shall receive. ' It said.
' Receive ' what?
If I asked for the ability to travel at the speed of light, would I turn into light itself and be able to take flight, or would I violate the laws of physics and still be made of hard, physical stuff and have to move around the old fashioned way? I was met with dead silence with I asked for clarification. I was Literally shouting into a void.
Lastly, I'm not even sure I have a body anymore. But I know that - thing - can make as many copies of - old me - as it wants!
Well. That last part isn't so bad. I was never too attached to my old body anyway. And, going by what I already selected my new body ain't going to be human.
Alright then. Deep breaths. Your entire future rests on what you choose now. And you... at least seem to have unlimited time to do it.
He looked over to his body double with worry.
After a long, long, LONG ' mental health break ' our protagonist finally spoke up : " I think I'm reaaaaaady - " He trailed off.
" AFTER one more 94 hour planning session! " He managed finish his sentence, haphazardly splicing the two thoughts together.
The entity showed no signs of anger or annoyance, or any sign of anything at all.
Phew. That was a close one. Almost didn't double-check my work!
And so time was spent.
94 hours + 6 + 13 + a ' all-nighter ' worth of time later...
His hands were shaking. If he even had hands. He remembered all what he had asked for by heart. He remembered (almost) all requests that were rejected. It was getting hard to keep track of things. Holding a thought in his mind for longer then a couple of moments was becoming a luxury.
He wasn't sure how much time has passed. Did ' time ' even mean anything here? Where even is here?
He wasn't tired. The - being - made sure of that. But he should be. Something, somewhere was breaking.
He was not built for this.
Was he going insane?
This; what he has already accomplished, will have to do.
He gathered himself, and willed himself to be moved to what he called the Isekai Spot?.
As he touched the sphere, he could have sworn he saw the entity smirk.
Oh well. Too late now.
He awoke as a tiny mass of black goo. Along with thousands more of his siblings.
He was more so being ejected out of his mother's body. This was reproduction by spore / and or budding. His ' mother ' likely didn't even know she was a mother, let alone care about him.
The worst possible start for the perks he chose.
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