The Geometry of Life

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I came to know that existence, is not a constant. An universe can't normally hold life. If a hadron can't become stable enough to become a neutron, there will be no life. If the distance between two particles were slightly off by one more or one less, it would be the undoing of life

As such, existence is not to be taken for granted, it is for the most part, a gift. The most beautiful one could ever ask. In the same manner that we humans are winner by birth, overcoming hundreds of millions of odds. The little sperms must stand proud. For they had a chance at existence.

'Adam, what the fuck are you talking about' you may ask? Well as I said before, an universe can't normally hold life. That is why we are special. As the three winged cat in a suit in front of me explains it to me, I thank the Universe, and not any sort of god. To have held me in it's embrace.

"Are you even listening?" With a snap of his fingers, that sent powerful waves of air towards me might I add, I open my eyes to the present, both conceptual and physical that it is.

Because yes. "So from what I understand, because I'm from what you call a "Primed World", not only is my soul stronger but many gods covet me to be their servants and send me in some remote places to generate belief for them?"

He stretches his collar seemingly nervous at my take on his offer. But yes, it was in fact a present as I said before. Who wouldn't want a second chance at life? But this weird cat in formal attire wasn't of interest to me.

I come from a universe where the phenomena of magic does not take place. It's because the world, does not allow such a thing. A place with Universal Truths so strong that they can't be bent, or something. In exchange we Primed humans, have acquired something without value

Soul.

Our souls have, oh so much power into them. You'd think coming from a world where the metaphysical was not a real thing and supernatural phenomenons were impossible to appear. Me and others humans such as I would be devoid of talent or something like that.

But it's kind of like a diamond. Under such immense worldly pressure we have lived all our lives, through the cycle of reincarnation our souls have been washed of memories, but their essence remained, for thousands, upon thousands, upon thousands of years.

The Strongest.

That is what our souls are, like a jewel taken from the depth of the earth, living in suffocating pressure until it miraculously gets out, only to shine like a beacon, attracting the eyes of the greedy.

I am grateful.

As I said it's a miracle, if I hadn't gotten out of the cycle, somehow be it due to interference or not. I wouldn't have been able to get this chance, only getting stripped of my current memories.

Going back to the current subject. He isn't of interest to me, as soon as I came here, offers poured in my unrestrained soul. No longer restricted by flesh, I understood them all as soon a they came. Words, tastes, colors and emotions carried through the essence of all the existences that wanted to take a hold of me.

I was akin to the last slice of pizza on a movie night, wanted by everyone, yet not one person wanting to change the status quo. But there may always be an irrational one, or I may be "shared" across the group. Whatever that may entails

So of course I choose what was the most obvious choice to me.

"I Adam, son of the Seventh Primed World enter a contract with the Lobby"

Shouts of world destroying fury made the white space we were in tremble, the cat cowered, seemingly afraid of the retaliation my bold statement, that was akin to spitting in their so called "charity". Just a greedy bunch if you ask me.

By the way my name Adam isn't my last name, it's just the first letter of my true name as I came to understand it. Gaining consciousness without a body allowed me to take a peek at my own soul. And while I couldn't understand much I did see the first letter of my name

The one given by the world. I don't really know how a full name such as "Adam" could translate to one letter yet it made sense. It just means that I am weak. With the sound of a million glasses shattering at once, cracks formed as they let "things" enter

Tentacles of impossible colors that whispered sweet nothings. An Axe that gave a feeling of star rending rage was swung to widen the cracks. Plague, Pestilence and Poison enterwined to form an arm of sickening green.

Yep, I am really weak.

Fortunately, my seniors aren't.

The Tentacles screeched in a sound so high I couldn't hear it, only feeling the essence of it's writhing as they retreated under the assault of butterflies, perceived yet not seen. The Axe was blocked by the fingers of what I'd consider the Perfect Man.

And lastly, the arm turned white, shuddering briefly as all it's impurities were washed away by the... Washing machine? That appeared. Voices were heard in the domain, a physical manifestation this time that carried their essence. As my soul had been protected from their grasp or influence.

"Seven years, Seven curses and Seven fates. We will wait, to see your end" My concept seemed to shift for a moment before the Washing Machine touched my forehead I felt myself getting back a part of "me" that had been influenced but somehow it felt like there was more...

"MAN I CAN'T THESE %£<#&@ THEY ALWAYS DO THIS" The butterflies assembled to form a transparent woman? Was it make me comfortable or did she felt better in this form? To be honest the way started cursing didn't help.< p>

The man next to her offered a smile to me before talking "Well I would be mad if I was them, imagine having an ant made of diamond before your eyes and it willingly scurried over to someone else, thinking about it now..."

The man covered his mouth, holding his laughter in while I dusted the metaphoric dust off me.

"So what's the plan for now? I join the Lobby but will those three still pester me in the future?"

"Yeah cuz—"

"Absolutely, the reason is—"

Funny for a first impression, I guess even higher beings get flustered sometimes? The girl let out a fake cough, grumbling about respect toward seniors before talking.

"Let's start with introductions. I'm Hōgyoku, this is Arthur me and him are your seniors, well I'm both your senior actually, and the last one is Elder Vome"

She pointed, at her, the perfect man and the washing machine in that order... this feel like a bad joke to be honest but I'll accept it as it is. Reality is often strange when we least expected it to be...

In this case me talking to butterflies that took human form a naked perfect man, did I mention that he is naked? And... I'll just call him Elder Vome.

"Those Chaos Gods have been a pain in the Lobby's ass for ■■■ of years, they're the one that took away Elder Vome voice, that's why he doesn't talk"

So it's not because he's a washing machine... using that term feels kind of racist to be honest. Like saying "it's not because he's black" I should stop then.

"But they aren't attacking him anymore... A kind of strong against the weak and weak against the strong thing?"

They all nodded, even Elder Vome, it seems they would be an annoying bunch.

"They are bound to cause commotion until you become a being of their rank or someone that would be just too troublesome to deal with. They are rather sneaky because. They will make it so that we won't be able to help you out. Like giving a little boost in power to someone or things like that to lead you to your death in a world you're in of course—"

Arthur pointed at me, before continuing his explanation

"—it's this that they want. By killing you they take the chance to destroy that world, and while you're in the void they snatch your soul away before we can place coordinates on you to retrieve you"

"Bunch of good for nothing parasites, I almost died twice at their bullshit if it wasn't for Elder Vome saving my ass..." Hōgyoku grumbled, seems like they were real asses. Destroying a whole world for one person? That's so wasteful.

Elder Vome called to both of them, conveying something through some telepathic language I guess, that they nodded to.

"So how do we do it for the travel? I doubt he can survive identity storms without a body, not even talking about the creatures that would get attracted to the scent of his soul..."

This sounds like gibberish to me, and I am much too tired to comment on whatever they may do to me... but I still have a bad feeling about this.

Elder Vome cackled a little, wich I understood with the movement of his lid since he didn't seem to be able to make any kind of physical sound.

Arthur turned toward me and with a sinister smile... Vome opened his lid as I understood where I would be while they would traverse the universe towards the Lobby.

"I do not consent"

"I do"

"I consent too"

What do you mean you consent?!? This isn't the myth of "consensual" sex here!

"Don't worry, Elder Vome is a cultivator so he has a whole universe inside of him, that's why he's one of the best aid when it comes to rescuing or transporting newbies"

This isn't what I am worried about. Well no matter, I don't think my opinion is valued at this point. Still, we must try, to run!

"Hey... where do you think you're going???" I shuddered at the voice Hōgyoku used, she's a really scary person.

"Sorry Ma'am, let's depart right now" Arthur... this fucker was laughing his ass off... Why doesn't he have a penis?

"Arthur, did they perhaps took your...?"

He just smiled at me, again. I can understand that perhaps it's not something one would want to talk about

"Enough talk, let's go. Towards the Hub"