Je'Krillick arose to a cacophony of yells, chants, metal banging against reinforced wood, stomping feet and all the noises living armies can muster. Today was the day the living were finally exterminated. Floating casually to the window, Je'Krillick beckoned for his loyal staff made of the finest mahogany, filled with all the souls of his personal undead servants. The staff cruelly named Staff, flew to his out stretched hand just as Je'Krillick reached the window over looking his Palace of Dread a castle carved from the bones of countless living creatures of all sorts, monsters, animals, whales, sea monsters, humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, goblins, beast men, even dragon bones just to flaunt. It had taken millions of bones fused together to form solid sheets to form the walls and doors. Looking out the window Je'Krillick couldn't stop a frown from usurping his usual smirk. Despite having millions of undead minions, soldiers, cavalry, flying beasts and manner of creatures of the night there were millions more living coming down on his most inner sanctum. Twenty human legions made of twenty armies made of twenty platoons made of twenty rows of spear men twenty men wide lead by the human king himself. Elven archers lined the horizon from east to west. Dwarves were felt underground as gentle earthquakes started promising their engines of war would swallow the earth from below. An unprecedented confederacy of every Orc tribe brought together by their sheer hate of the undead before them.
"Well. Fuck me I guess. Its going to take forever to rebuild everything on a new planet." Je'Krillick cursed under his breath. Not wasting time Je'Krillick ordered his flying minions to wreck havoc on the mortals, sent his vampire legions off to assassinate what leaders they could, ordered his bone smiths to raise more skeletons, and lastly ordered his hordes of skeletons, zombies, ghouls, and abominations to form ranks as best they could between him and the living.
For a millennia Je'Krillick had believed himself the dominant force on the planet. For half a millennia he had left the living lands alone, letting them repopulate ruling his lands of undead in relative peace, slowly expanding his lands by the passive inherent corrupting force of death and dark energy that powered himself and all the undead. He was close to godhood, another half millennia and he would have started his final push after letting the living repopulate. Apparently the living repopulated with speeds closer to that of roaches, than that of rabbits. Disgusted with himself for his overly long sightedness, Je'Krillick swept down to the ritual chambers ordering the Under Liches to meet him there to assist; something that hadn't happened since the building of the palace. A Wind of Death on the scales needed would certainly destroy the bodies of at least half of the younger liches, a small blessing in that the living would not know of them and thus will not be looking for their phylactery.
Je'Krillick's phylactery was safely in orbit around the planet set there some twenty thousand years ago when he first shed his mortal flesh. A small coin, no bigger than half his palm the vastness of space it was safer than if he had teleported it to center of the world as some of his compatriots had done.
Glancing at his mana for the first time a dozen years Je'Krillcik grimaced.
Mana: 150m/1000m [850m reserved to support 100m summons]
An astronomical amount of mana and servants. Funnily enough almost none of his summons were actually soldiers in his hordes most were support. His hordes needed weapons and armor, which required metal, which needed miners. Of course raw metal a spear does not make. So there were blacksmiths to melt and others to forge the steel needed for his minions. He also needed bonesmiths, essentially doctors and architects, to help care for his minions when they broke a bone or needed housing to stay out of inclement weather and to build storage facilities to keep the metal from rusting. Then there were foresters, lumberjacks, carpenters and wood workers to grow, harvest and shape the wood to build wagons, spear shafts, arrow shafts, and shields. Almost all of the minutia and headaches of a normal civilization was still required to support his armies. He even needed living communities to feed his vampires or else they would starve and either go feral or go into hibernation until a blood supply could be found. All of that to say he was 850 million mana points short for the spell he wanted to cast. A massive wave of air so corrupted with death energy that it would convert any living being into wild undead instantly.
The palace shook, dust falling from rafters onto the magic circle as the last lich got into place. The world had met in battle. Dragons poured fire from their mouths, while their undead mirrors spewed noxious gasses and frozen winds. Light bloomed in the small room as mana poured from the thirteen liches, Je'Krillcik leading the act, directing the mana to coalesce in one point before imbuing it into the air around them. The first lich fell to ash forty minutes into the channeling, the next thirty minutes later. Hours passed as the lich circle poured all their mana into one massive attack until finally only Je'Krillcik stood, his mana on the brink.
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Mana: 100/1000m [850m reserved to support 100m summons]
Empowered Wind of Death current charge: 1283m mana. Total damage available 641m HP. Warning: Any living thing killed will automatically turn into a wild undead, extreme caution advised.
Chuckling at the warning Je'Krillcik unleashed the wind.
What would happen to an object that is indestructible by mundane means if it was subjected to most extreme of mundane forces? For instance take a coin that could only be destroyed by submerging it in a liter of an infant human's blood then lighting the blood on fire with holy flames, and fling that coin going seventy five percent the speed of light directly at a black hole. Well after ten thousand years it would likely reach the black hole, but it would not be crushed. A body appearing next to said coin? Instantly crushed. The soul bound to the coin? Unable to think at the same interval of time as the coin is experiencing making the body appear and be destroyed a thousand times in a perceived second draining the soul of mana as quickly as it can generate. Like this Je'Krillcik's spirit was trapped for an untold time.
The Wind of Death successfully blew out towards the living legions, but the act of activating the spell actually cost 100 mana, destroying Je'Krillcik's body and sending him to his phylactery that one of his opponents had mischievously sent away before being destroyed himself. The living armies were nearly wiped out before the gods themselves stepped in and protected the survivors. Of the some four hundred twenty nine million living only eighteen million managed to survive, over half being the elves on the edges of the horizon. Je'Krillcik waited for untold eons for the experience from the battle to reach him.
Achievement unlocked!
Cause an event that forced the hand of the pantheon [exterminate all mortal life].
XP Gained! (incalculable)
Level up!
Error integer overflow
Achievement unlocked!
Attain Godhood!
Error
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Undefined error, please contact your administrator.
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Error
Godhood achieved outside bounds of system.
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Error
Godhood achieved as an undead.
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Error
Undefined error. Please reach out to your administrator.
The coin dropped to a floor, Je'Krillcik appearing next to it in his fully skeletal glory. "What...? Where... what?" Around him were magical rows glass screen, incomprehensibly long and numerous, each with a shadow like creature slouched over Infront of it. He was in a circular empty space above it all looking down.
"Well this is embarrassing. You broke me."
Je'Krillcik whirled around to see another of the shadowy figures standing behind him, arms behind its back. "Who are you, shadow?"
"I'm the system of your universe. The universe you were falling out of and then reached godhood right as you were leaving. You also are an undead and therefore should not have been able to achieve godhood. Unfortunately for me you found a bug. If you get to the maximum level and experience at the same time as being granted a few levels from an achievement you still get godhood. Normally, I would have let it slide and just made you a god. But then at the exact same instant you fell out of the universe and into the between zone, but since you were not mortal and your phylactery cannot be destroyed except in a very specific ritual you didn't die. And are also a god. And undead. Sooooo I was forced to do something which is why you're here."
"To figure out what to do?"
"Exactly! So I propose a mutually beneficial proposal. I take away your godhood, status as an undead, return your body to the biological age of thirty, and put you in a new universe. Bonus for you, you will spawn a new system. You get to make the rules. You get to make the skills. You get to make everything. I, and the other systems will assist as needed."
"What?"
"You've been around for more than twenty thousand years and barely conquered half a planet because you got complacent. Thats the downfall of the undead by the way, and why no undead is allowed to become a god. Mortals that actually conquer the world or cause the pantheon to interfere in their plans become gods. Undead never really do anything that would satisfy either of those."
"No." Je'Krillcik stopped for a second "actually that was kind of insulting. Anyways what I wanted to know was what do you mean I would make a system?"
"Oh. Thats easy enough. Every living sapient you would interact with will be granted your system, and then every sapient they interact with would also be granted your system. You get to make most of the rules with some exceptions and guidance. You will be allowed to reach godhood however you want, but your main purpose will be to integrate the entire universe. This will take you to the end of time. Look around here, I've only integrated half of my observable universe. And you're the first one to have your specific combination of bugs to bring you here to me. Congratulations."
"I see." Je'Krillcik looked around in amazement at the sheer display of casual power before him. "I accept."
