Eternal Reverie: The Resonance of Shadows
The young boy, Alex woke up after an unknown amount of time after hearing a sound. The young boy sees a game character like screen from his previous world named earth.
[Ding - You have slain teir 8 beast, Serelion]
[You have awakened system]
Then, suddenly came a voice,
[Host how are you feeling]
He frowned, "W-Who are y-y-you?" He asked. He is confused and angry. He just lost his mother, who has been with him ever since he came into this world. The only person he ever felt loved around with.
[Host I am evangaline, who manages your system, your golden finger, made by a powerful existence, CRIMSONDEVILLL only for you, to make you stand at the top only beneath that existence, above everything else, with your will the earth shall tremble, the heaven shall cry, and do your bidding willing or unwilling]
"Then, can you revive my mother?" He asked.
[Yes I can you mom-con. As long as you have OP points you can do anything. You can buy it in the shop]
System Shop (Current points: 10,000 points)
Revival wish :
Can revive anyone who died within 72 hours with a random side effect. The side effect will be random and cannot be known unless used future vision.
Price : 50 billion OP
He ignored the mom con part and his face brimmed with joy. Of course he will be happy, his mother will be revived again. Then he frowned, he doesn't have required amount of points.
[Host don't be sad, you haven't checked your starter pack]
"Ok, but can starter pack give me enough points to buy this?"
He asked.
[I don't know, it may have or it may not have it. The content of starter pack is random.]
"Ok, O-Ok, let's not p-panic, I can revive my mother." he thought. "Open starter pack".
[ Opening starter pack, you have obtained following things,
Harem system *1
Shadow clone *1
Skill Great Sage
Skill Predator
Pasive skill Calm mind
Primordial existence bloodline ]
He checked for points, he didn't get it. " Where are points " he asked, his voice distorted, he is one point behind crying.
[Host you didn't got any points]
"My mother, I don't need you, why will I need you if you can't do anything I want" he said.
Then suddenly a voice came. " you liking your system, I made for you."
"Who are you? " He asked.
" I am CrimsonDevilll" he said.
" You made this system? " He asked
" Yes, only for you" the voice said.
" Why" he asked.
" For my entertainment " he said.
" For your entertainment " he asked confused.
" Yes, I am here from the start of time, I have lived more than you can imagine, of course I need something to keep me from going insane. You can't expect me to help you for nothing, do you? Think kid think, why the fuck will I help when I don't even care about you. You are just a ant for me, I can do anything I want. Why would I fucking care about you"
He frowned, his face visibly angered. But he swolled his anger and asked in a innocent voice "why"
"Because I am strong, I have bigger fist, and you can do nothing about it" came a voice.
He felt like crying. His mother died and a random fucker is saying he can do anything he want because he wants and the truth he can do nothing about it. then again came a voice, " I can revive your mother but it will come with a side effect."
" What will be the side effect " he asked.
" It won't be entertaining if you know will it? "
" Will it be like she becomes berserk, undead or anything like that " he asked.
" No but it will certainly be interesting and entertaining. " He said the came another sound.
[ Host you have been gifted a rivival wish
Obtained Revival wish *1]
" Quickly use it on mother" he said.
[ Soul Catherine stromrider is being revived]
Suddenly, a gentle breeze whispered through the treetops, carrying a symphony of delicate chimes. The mist coalesced, swirling and twisting in mesmerizing patterns, as if summoned by the young man's incantation. It gathered in a spectral misty form, taking the shape of a feminine figure—a translucent apparition.
Within this radiant mist, the image of his mother in young form around 18 years of age materialized, her features serene and loving. Her eyes, pools of warmth and wisdom, met her son's gaze. A faint smile graced her lips, a bittersweet testament to the emotions shared between them.
As the young man held his breath. The glow intensified, enveloping his mother's ethereal form, and an iridescent cascade of shimmering particles cascaded down from above, gently caressing her translucent figure.
In this magical interlude, the boundaries between the realms of life and death blurred, allowing a delicate, profound connection to be forged between mother and son. Love, sorrow, and undying hope intertwined, creating a tapestry of emotions that hung heavy in the air.
Time seemed to stand still as the young man's mother slowly solidified, her essence merging with her corporeal form. Her body took shape, breath returning to her lungs, and her eyes shimmering with life once more.
In this enchanted grove, the veil of death was momentarily lifted. The son, now reunited with his beloved mother, clutched his fist tightly, knowing that against all odds, he had defied the forces that sought to keep them apart.
"Thank you" he said and both passed out.
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In the depths of a dimly lit chamber, the atmosphere was thick with an enigmatic aura. Shadows danced across the walls, casting intricate patterns that seemed to mirror the intricacies of the individual who resided within. At the center of the room, perched upon an ornately carved ebony throne, sat CrimsonDevilll, an enigmatic being known to traverse the realms of existence.
His piercing eyes, ablaze with an otherworldly crimson hue, held a timeless wisdom that belied his seemingly youthful visage. Long, ebony hair cascaded down his shoulders, contrasting starkly against his pale, porcelain-like complexion. His presence exuded an air of quiet intensity, as if the weight of countless experiences and profound understanding rested upon his shoulders.
Within the chamber, a scene of captivating entertainment unfolded before him. Acrobats twirled through the air with graceful precision, their bodies defying gravity's constraints. Dancers weaved intricate patterns, their movements an expression of joy and freedom. Musicians enchanted the air with melodies that stirred the soul, their harmonies resonating with ethereal beauty.
As the performance reached its crescendo, a small, enigmatic smile tugged at the corners of CrimsonDevilll's lips. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, a flicker of mischievousness momentarily illuminating his otherwise composed countenance. With a voice that resonated like the echoes of forgotten realms, he muttered under his breath, "I hope he takes my place soon."
This cryptic utterance hinted at the burden CrimsonDevilll carried—the weight of an existence spanning eons, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations, the cyclical nature of life and death. In the depths of his profound being, he harbored a longing for a successor, someone to carry the torch of his extraordinary existence, to inherit the wisdom he had acquired, and to guide the threads of destiny with their own unique touch.
Yet, even as he watched the captivating performance unfold, his eyes held a deeper understanding, a knowledge that this passing of the torch was not a decision to be made lightly. He recognized the complexity and responsibility that came with his position, the intricate balance between the forces of creation and destruction, of order and chaos.
In his small smile, one could glimpse both a sense of satisfaction and a yearning for something greater. CrimsonDevilll's desire for a worthy successor was a testament to his profound existence, a testament to the vastness of his knowledge and the depth of his compassion. It spoke of his hope to see the world thrive under the guidance of another, to witness the continued evolution of existence itself.
As the entertainment continued to captivate, CrimsonDevilll remained seated upon his throne, a silent observer, his crimson gaze ever watchful. Within his enigmatic smile, the secrets of universes were concealed, and the longing for a successor burned like a flame within his soul.