Chapter 171: Transcendence & Chapter 172: To Evolve

Chapter 171: Transcendence

Within the enlarged chamber, several uncomfortable processes occurred simultaneously. Kernels began to be formed. First as a spec, then a tiny orb, then something greater. Mana Veins traveled throughout the body of the Creator, their process starting by forming individually, then connecting to one another as the autonomous machine did its work. 

With a few precise movements, Walker made a change to the design in the console. 

Rather than the standard smaller kernels that required growth to reach their full size, Walker increased the size from the beginning, leaving the forthcoming Monster System changes untouched. With each new tier, they would grow again and again, likely causing issues for his internal organs, but he had an idea for how to manage their scale.

As each set of Mana Veins connected to each other as well as the kernels they would forevermore be bound to, a Foundation stone appeared in space just outside of the Evolution Chamber. 

With a flick of his will, Walker crushed it, pushing the explosive properties back with his strengthened control of strands, while allowing the magical resources to filter in. He did this again and again, forming a powerful magical seed from which his newly forming body would greatly benefit in its new birth.

Once the first kernel finished growing in his chest, he condensed it, pressing the newly created magical locus down to the size of a peanut while drawing in as much mana as he could. It wasn’t easy, even for someone with his power and knowledge, but through great effort, he saw it done. An odd thought filtered through his mind, along with hundreds of others. 

Magic is in the atmosphere; Mana is within the body. Would Virgil object to that?

The first kernel shrunk as the thought drifted away on the winds of progress. It would still grow, but now, it would grow at a never-before-seen rate of density, increasing his ability to draw out mana at need.

But it wouldn’t be enough.

Not stopping now that his conjecture was proven true, he did the same with each set of Mana Veins, increasing the connectivity in his body while thickening the density of the material. After it traveled along his arteries, he had it criss-cross again and again, forming a powerful magical lattice that could be used in the blink of an eye from any part of his body. More than power, he sensed they would grow sturdier with time and the absorption of magic, protecting his inner body just as his soul protected the outer portions.

Walker was well aware that he hadn’t had these thoughts on his own.

All of this was from the power of his Idol. The ability to take the ideas and thoughts of dozens of advanced Symphonians and create logical hypotheses based on the amalgamation of their knowledge. This was power, real power. One he’d always wanted and had reached for with great avarice. But as always, it didn’t come without a cost.

While the chamber did its work, Walker’s second mind was running out of time. The memories of the Primigenials within had already been processed, their lives effectively ended, and captured in a kind of stasis. Even with their numbers, it was a simple process to manage the information coming in, as so little of what they experienced was new or novel. Just conversation and going back to the lives they’d once held on Earth. 

But those on Symphony were still alive; their thoughts and feelings were still crossing over through the connection to Walker and his oath, even after the second mind had already processed their additions. Their bond with the Creator was stronger as well, deepening the level at which the information came across.

And millions more were coming. 

Millions of connections constantly feeding Walker their thoughts, their triumphs and defeats, their very lives as they fought to survive, let alone succeed in the final battle. Who knew how many of them hadn’t taken Walker’s advice on advancing the stages of the soul. He already had proof that at least one of them had.

Runner- or so her memories told him. 

Though it was dangerous to do so while he knew more souls, knowledge, and connections were coming, Walker refused to let them fight alone. Reaching within, he plucked out a glob of Origin, far more than he’d given them when initially awakening their souls, and fed it back through the connection.

Walker's thoughts clouded over as the bonds between him and the Symphonians grew deeper.

Nine men and women on horseback began to softly glow as the effects of Walker’s soul struck them. Empowered by the lime-green of his soul, they quickly fought off the encroaching Planeteaters as well as one particularly large and teethy Spinosaurus reactively attacking due to the encroachment of its territory.

The ground was a mixture of sand and dirt as the worlds of Cadence and Symphony proper collided. As the Planeteaters moved away from the troop to take great bites from the ground, the trees, and smaller creatures in the area, the Spinosaurus backed up, eyes narrowed at the group riding toward them.

A woman leaped off of her mount, orange glow lighting up in its chest, and went much further than she’d imagined. Flipping mid air with the momentum of her leap, she cut off the head of the Spinosaurus in one smooth movement, the overlarge sword held in one arm as her body righted itself in her travels.

Looking down at her fellow City Guards of Independence, she waved them forward as her feet gently touched the ground. Swinging her large sword, she spread the blood of her enemy across the ground, then prepared for the next fight as the Planeteaters had already moved on. 

A thought came to her in that moment. 

I will always be better!

Walker’s mind crept back without malice from the woman’s thoughts. This hadn’t happened yet. They were still stuck in the molasses of time they thought of as normal. But it’s what would happen, based on all that he’d seen through his connections. A glimpse of the future created from logical reasoning and imparted memories. 

A piece of him would stay with her, deeply entrenched in who she was going to be as her life progressed forward, tied to her very soul.

Inside of him, he had plenty of Origin. More than enough to empower all of the true believers in the religion of Dante. In the Unending Summit. In the fight for Symphony.

But he had to wait for them to get there. And he needed to get his mind sorted before that could happen.

Another kernel finished, this one in his abdomen. Walker compressed it, pressing it down again to the size of a thumb, then crushed several Foundation Stones in succession as the magical inundation of the area had grown thin.

More soul shards from the Symphonians struck him. More memories and knowledge, feelings and living experiences. More years.

And years…and years again. Every Founder was fifty-one years old. That meant that as Walker took on every thought they’d ever held, he took on the years that came with them. In actuality, Walker wasn’t just taking on more power from his people. He was taking on hundreds to thousands of years at once.

He was slowly catching up in the race with Ra’jin. The race to decide who had truly lived longer.

More soul shards and magic made their way to him, and Walker took it all, feeding his greed for self-actualization even as the connections began to reach a trembling point of failure.

The book on the fourth stage told him that connections, like followers, were meant to be built with time. A sturdy foundation for a greater ceiling. That meant that what he now did was akin to starting with the ceiling first, then applying the pillars that would hold it up. It was in danger of collapsing his mind as new neural pathways created themselves with every new connection.

But just then, the kernel in his mind finished, and Walker pressed. There was no click to be heard, but he knew he’d done it well when the pressure he’d felt on the back of his skull disappeared entirely. He also felt something else. A new sense in the back of his mind. One that told him the kernels were almost three-quarters full.

All that was left were the Mana Veins, but he didn’t need those for what he had planned next. Stepping into the Omniversal System Manager, Walker clicked into the Monster System, waited for the system to recognize his kernels as trackable, then added himself. He did it a second time with the Milestone system, noting immediately when a new notification came in. 

Congratulations Walker Reed!

You’ve unlocked the first milestone in the Monster Series:

Basic milestone- The Monster system: Unlocked

One milestone point has been awarded to you.

He mentally snorted at that, then looked within. There was no visual change to show him that the Monster and Milestone systems were now active, only a rightness felt in the kernels of his body.

Mentally nodding, he crushed several Foundation Stones at once, letting the magic fall over himself and feeling the kernels in his body expand as they greedily absorbed it. 

Then, inside the Advanced Evolution Chamber and surrounded by an extremely potent dose of magic, Walker punched himself in the face. When nothing happened, he did it again. And again. And again, waiting a moment for his face to heal after the fourth hit. On the sixth, something happened.

Evolution Occurring.

Walker Reed is evolving!

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Walker Reed has gained Hardened Skin.

The evolution settled on him, tightening the skin over his body and generally causing a great deal of pain. He hadn’t known some evolutions were painful until this very moment, feeling fairly embarrassed by that. 

Aside from feeling like his skin was pulled taut across his body, he’d never have known he’d gained an evolution in the first place.

Walker’s mind made connections left and right into how the ability was formed, creating a new shelf in his inner world on how strands could be subtly blended to create intrinsic evolutions. Then, he used the Domestication ability on himself and removed it. Sudden tight skin now relaxed, making him feel oddly dumpy as his body went back to what it had been like before the evolution. 

Walker punched himself in the face again. 

This continued on for a while as he gained and categorized the abilities, healed his face, and then removed his newly granted abilities. Already his Kernels had reached the second tier because of how much magic was in the area, pushing him into the next rank of the Monster System and doubling in size.

More milestone updates came in, but he ignored them. Skills were important, but he wasn’t going to have time to level them up before all of this happened. What he needed was raw power. 

Twenty more evolutions came and went as the Mana Veins came close to being finished. Until, finally, after burning himself with a flame-covered fist he’d had to use very carefully, the notification he wanted finally arrived.

Evolution Occurring.

Walker Reed is evolving!

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Walker Reed has gained Advanced Adaptive Properties.

Walker smiled, then began to analyze it at great depth. Instead of moving by pure instinct, he now had a little bit of knowledge to back up his thoughts. With a mixture of feeling out the ability within, as well as his understanding of strands, Walker got a handle on what made the evolution so unique.

Dimensionality…of course it is. 

Dimensionality, Kinetic energy, and a small dose of Potential energy were needed to create the dangerous evolution known as Advanced Adaptive Properties. Now that he knew what it was made of, he could slowly figure out how to make it himself. With the Magic and Concept chambers in his possession and his Idol to back him up, it would take time, but he should be able to build his own tailored abilities.

The Advanced Evolution Chamber finished its work as he continued to suss out how he was going to build it. Placing the Ability Chamber idea on a shelf in his inner world, Walker felt out the Mana Veins within his body.

Perfect. 

With a smile, Walker seeded himself upon Sonata, just outside of the chamber. With a wistful look at the machine and an internal nod at the man who’d made it, he made the next step logic dictated.

Reaching into his bag of abilities he’d earned from both the Alpha Protocol and the Omniverse, he pulled out the one evolution he knew he needed. One that would truly set him apart from all of the other Primordials in the Evolver Multiverse. 

Naturally, Walker had ignored this one. It had come in a time when he’d received dozens of rewards for his discovery of strands. But now, he needed it more than ever.

Walker used the Multimind evolution on himself.

Where once there were two, now, a third appeared. It appeared as if from nowhere, sitting in the back of his mind until he put it to work with his second mind, categorizing information in the trunk of the Everbound Tree. 

If all three of him were honest with himself, the third was slightly slower than the original two. That was a natural occurrence, as both Walker and his Idol had been empowered and tempered for a very long period of time through power that wasn’t freely or easily gained. 

But there were ways to fix that.

Stretching himself with Soul Vision, Walker looked at his soul and found the odd circle he knew to be the Multimind ability. Reaching forth, he removed several resources of Spirit, thanking himself for replenishing some of it in his last trip to the Ulysses-verse. 

Carefully, to make sure he didn’t accidentally touch the Advanced Adaptive Properties ability bound right next to it, Walker pressed the Spirit strand to the Multimind.

A fourth appeared, and as it did, Walker felt a qualitative change come over the third. It was faster. Not quite at the speed of his first and second minds, but certainly more efficient. So he repeated the process…ten more times.

The Everbound Tree became crowded enough that Walker had to expend Origin just to expand it within his inner world. Pulling the idol-mind out, he set a dozen Spirit-empowered multiminds to collect knowledge and felt happy with the results.

It wasn’t every day that you created twelve copies of yourself within your own body.

Twelve should do it, he thought to himself, then reached forth with both original minds and created a streak of empowered continuum to the souls straining to reach him.

It was time to finish things.

Chapter 172: To Evolve

Though the Continuum slide Walker had placed for the souls was empowered, it was still much slower than his current temporal displacement. That was intentional, as even with twelve minds toiling away in his inner world, millions of new connections would quickly overpower them. 

It took some mental finagling, but with the addition of the Primigenial’s power, the soul shards from the Symphonians, and his own expanded faculties from both his use of Origin and entering the fourth stage, Walker believed he could reach across the way and pluck the incoming souls prematurely in their journey.

With a temporally covered hand, Walker stretched, reaching down the slide and touching the quickest grouping. Five thousand new connections instantly joined him through his outstretched soul. Five thousand new sets of memories, conversations, grouped information, and even fighting skills were brought into the Idol, now enmeshed completely with Walker Reed himself.

Five thousand new perspectives. Five thousand additions to the years he already carried.

Walker processed the information quickly; the twelve within going to work double-handed and with great speed. Group by group, Walker worked, slowing when necessary, and speeding up when not. 

Processing concepts touched upon by Symphonians, expanding his mind with their knowledge, as well as hidden, private moments of both desperate inadequacies and great moments of triumph. Soon enough, some of the souls he’d uncovered had a different feel to them. A different perspective. 

With only a moment of shock, Walker realized they were monsters. Creatures from the Echidna League, awakened by the woman herself as she helped manage her faction fifty years since its inception. 

The monsters had a different way of thinking. Their thought processes were more straightforward and had less of an ego attached to them. Things were more instinctual, more pure. They were also distinctly alien, but with his mind holding so many new avenues of thinking, Walker adapted quickly. He even went a step further.

He took on the experiences of the monsters, experiences from across the world he’d built, and applied them to himself. He began to make alterations to his eyes. Small changes that would barely be noticeable on the outside, but would allow him to track motion and process light better, more deeply. He made minute changes to the depth of the fibers in his muscles, the elasticity in his tendons, and the sensitivity of the ossicles of his ears. A compounding effect that further enhanced his upgrade from the Godeater. 

But the monsters had taught him about more than just the physical features they’d brought to Symphony. After bumping into more than a few with these unique mindsets, ones that operated on a smaller but more expeditious methodology, Walker began to emulate them, making small but impactful changes to the way his thinking processed new ideas, overriding those small parts of himself that still thought like a human would.

He wasn’t a human anymore, and he never would be again. He was a Primordial, and a damn powerful one. For a heartbeat, Walker lamented the loss of his humanity, but it was only for a moment. 

He’d known, when first deciding he was going to destroy the godeater and enter the fourth stage, that he would change himself fundamentally. This was the end result he’d expected.

Struck by another idea, he went back to the faster minds who’d arrived first, like Runner Grove, and continued his work, applying her concept of speed to his mind, rather than his body. He did the same with several concepts found floating within his knowledge banks, adjusting them to better fit the oh-so-important square inches of his intellect.

Just as he’d tempered his soul and his physical aspects, so too did his mind go through the burner.

Quicker and with speed, his multiminds began to work as a team, organizing thoughts into greater volumes to save time and shore up a potential future weakness. Many of the slowest souls, and thus the largest group, were younger people. They were easier to process due to their shorter lives and simpler thoughts and concepts. With Walker’s faster methodology, the extra minds within were a blur of economical motion. Until, eventually, no more soul shards traveled down the slide of Continuum.

He’d done it. He’d taken them all.

Walker took a deep breath in silent celebration, a ghost of a smile curving his lips. The new souls, the connections his followers had granted him, gave him further strength. A qualitative feature derived from the inherent quantity he’d received. His inner world’s understanding deepened. Took on new planes of value. 

Now that he’d shored up his inner self, it was time Walker gave himself a new evolution that he’d held back on.

He gave himself self-regenerating cells. 

He was about to enter a battle of extreme pain and discomfort, and holding an extra regenerative ability within to supplement the power of his soul was simple. More than that, Walker removed a single Immortal strand, the pearlescent white glow of it shining in his green eyes, then placed it directly on his chest. A small, burning flash erupted before the strand faded and was absorbed directly into the power of his soul.

Within his metaphysical world, a similar white flash occurred, greatly increasing the density and meaning of all the understanding it contained. Walker could feel the mountains in the strength of his flesh, could sense his adaptability in tune with the oceans of his inner world.  

Needing one finishing touch for his rebirth, Walker flashed a smile, then dove into the Item system. It took a moment to find what he wanted, but eventually he did, pulling out a set of clothes that wouldn’t quite fit his new size. With a pulse, Walker shrank back down in size, returning to his six-foot frame. While his height was back to normal, the density he felt from across every inch of his skin was on a whole other level. He would need clothing that wouldn’t tear at the simplest movements.

With a few twists and several lifetimes of knowledge surrounding speedy tailoring, Walker finished and looked down. It wasn’t quite right. He pulled out an unreleased soul, one that had lived a lifetime of pillaging and worse things, then smashed it into pieces. Two hands went to work independently, forming it into a soul construct before placing it and several strands of Enhancement resources upon the clothing. Pushing his own soul into the material simultaneously, he covered it completely, then pressed it all together for the final act. With a smile, Walker put on a forest green suit, feeling the extremely comfortable clothing shift and adjust to his body.

He was ready.  

A plan flashed through his minds, entering a new step-by-step process for how to defeat the Omega Protocol Member known as Ra’jin. As the Idol worked with the Multimind in finding any loops that needed to be closed, a stray thought did a drive-by, filtering through his unconscious.

When this is over and things settle down, I’ll be a Symphonian with skills, an Evolver with abilities, and an Awakened with an empowered soul. What would I even call myself?

Another stray thought answered that for him.

Walker Reed. 

Within a moment, one of his hands began to absorb all the Continuum and Temporal resources around him, slowly directing him back into Sonata time. At the same time, another dipped into his Origin reserves deeply, sending a considerable amount to those connections who hadn’t yet received it. The multiminds went to work as the connections began to speed up. Now that Walker’s Continuum-fueled slowdown was gone, the bonds with his Symphonians would develop at a breakneck pace.

With one last look around, Walker reflected on his recent actions. The Tree of the Gods had disappeared, taking Walker’s humanity with it. The Symphonians were locked into battle with both creatures he’d designed, as well as multiversal members bent on their destruction. And now, it was time for Ra’jin and the final battle to end.

Time continued to speed up until, with no flash of substance, Walker was back in standard time. He quickly adjusted the connections to his followers, keeping three multiminds processing data within his inner world while assigning the other seven tasks to the outer universe.

Soul Vision activated as one mind stretched out, acting as a second pair of eyes and feeding the data back to the group. A panoramic view came in, disorienting Walker until he adjusted. 

Another mind took in the information presented and began to identify everything in sight, looking for weaknesses that could be exploited on the fly and further adding its knowledge of everything in proximity. A third, fourth, fifth, and sixth took over each arm and leg, allowing for extremely precise movements as Walker’s body became an extension of the efficiency that no other could hope to obtain in such a relatively short time period. 

The final multimind went to work designing combat plans, considering what would happen when they won, and doing its best to shore up any potential weaknesses it located. 

As for Walker’s original mind and the Idol’s, they were focused on three things. Ra’jin, the Slicer, still held in a bubble nearby, and the Anti-godeater that was currently burrowing a hole through the Ancient Planeteater from tail to snout. The hazy power of Temporal energy still ran over the massive creature, though it was surely weakened as represented by the light film it had been reduced to.

He needed a short delay. 

With a boost from Kinetic energy in a new application he’d figured out, Walker spoke in a booming voice, “Hey, Ra’jin. Do you feel that?”

The ancient planeteater seemed to be digesting its food as several teeth reformed in his mouth. Several fell out, joining the other planeteaters on their travels back to Symphony before he looked at Walker with his gap-toothed smile, “Feel what, tiny Creator?”

“The burning of your soul. The driver of your end. The finite time you have left in this battle and the rank you currently hold. You could pick any of them, really.”

Within the confines of standard multiversal time, the anti-godeater was much, much faster. A quick estimate told him he’d need a few minutes. 

“But, honestly, why did you even sign up for this? I mean, I’m number one in the Fourth Rendition’s Alpha Protocol. Did you not think I had any tricks up my sleeve? That I wouldn’t be prepared to do any and all things to succeed here?”

Ra’jin gave a hideous laugh, “And what would you do to me, tiny Creator? Punch me? Unleash your wrath for what I’m currently doing to all that you have built?” He gave another laugh, “It isn’t personal, I’ll have you know. I’ll be magnanimous and allow you the chance to see how futile your plans are.” The massive being tilted his head up, baring the underside of his neck to Walker miles and miles away. “You may strike me once, and I won’t make a single move, I swear this on my contract with the Omega Protocol.”

Walker received a notification telling him it was true. If Ra’jin attacked him within sixty seconds of being struck, he’d be greatly weakened and lose the battle automatically. 

“You sure about this?”

“Of course, my confidence is not feigned, but something well-earned.”

Walker shrugged, “Okay.”

30 seconds. 

One mind grabbed kinetic energy and wrapped it over and over around his right hand, laying it in deepening stretches as the energy built upon itself. Another placed a layer of soul energy on top, before attuned Potential Energy was layered the same, a great mix of fire and flame being added. A third released one of his legs to apply Continuum to his arm as a fourth expanded his size, his new suit matching his growth from the soul construct it contained. As each completed their assignments, he stood over fifty feet tall, with an arm the size of a small locomotive train. 

On the tips of his fingers, a layered bomb of power sat, stretching with clenched fingers as hardened space laid itself on top of the soul’d covering of flame. With a single step forward, Walker applied his new understanding of space, and with each step, he was pushed forward several leagues at a time.

Ra’jin stared at his large flaming hand and tsked, “A paltry attempt to empower yourself, Creator Dante, or whatever you like to be called. Even with all of that, you still won’t break through my evolutions.”

Another step covered leagues, speeding up as he moved using the concepts gifted to him from the memories of Runner Grove. The minds continued to work on his right hand, but it was his left arm that wound back.

“Scared to use-”

One second.

An explosion of black energy rocked the ancient planeteaters body as the anti-godeater finished its work. Walker’s soul vision informed him that the large explosion was nothing compared to what had happened from within. The origin had become unstable, the power of his idol telling him that since Ra’jin had never empowered his soul and effectively was using borrowed origin, the damage from the anti-godeater was much worse than what Walker had gone through. 

Then, small pits began to form across the massive creature’s body. Its figure, no longer protected by holding an enhanced soul, stolen or not, couldn’t contain the weakened Temporal energy brushing across it. 

All the evolutions in the multiverse couldn’t protect you from raw strands and an inability to manage them.

Walker’s left hand moved forward with speed, a great cracking slap pushing Ra’Jin’s head back and into the perfect position for his forthcoming super-stranded punch. He hadn’t used anything to empower the arm, it was simply a measure of the strength he brought to the fight. 

Then, he threw his right. 

The combined forces of fourth stage empowered muscle, energetic motion, and searing heat, layered and contained by both hardened space and Walker’s soul, crashed into Ra’jin’s lowered jaw with the inevitability of a meteor pulled into a planet’s gravity. Even at Walker’s massive size, Ra’jin still made him seem like a flea on the back of a dog, but that didn’t matter. With the planeteater’s weakened body and loss of empowerment, it was more than enough for him to do great damage. 

And he wasn’t done. 

Walker pressed the held-back kinetic energy in the bottom of his fist as a second-planned step and fired the empowered punch through Ra’jin’s weakened and hollowed-out body. A soundless vibration echoed out as the soul’d energy streaked through the creature's body, burning its insides and sparking left and right as it rampaged through a once-unbreakable body. Untold damage was caused to a monster once so self-assured that it had offered a fourth-stage Primordial a free punch.

Hubris could be a bitch like that.

Walker’s Soul Vision mind knew the moment the bubble surrounding the Slicer released, just as he knew Ra’jin, pitted, enflamed, and screaming in pain, shattered into thousands of smaller planeteaters at once, each carrying a large amount of damage from the whole.

One mind split off to help track them all, as Walker turned to the speeding bullet known as the Slicer. 

“I’ll kill you!”

Walker let it come.

The Slicer threw poison at him with great relish, splashing the noxious green fuel across his body, some of it even entering his eyes and slightly open mouth. 

Walker welcomed it as one mind processed the pain away from the others. 

Evolution Occurring.

Walker Reed is evolving!

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Walker Reed has gained Poison Resistance.

Flame. 

Evolution Occurring.

Walker Reed is evolving!

...Scanning...

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Walker Reed has gained Advanced Heat Resistance.

Ice and a new element, even for the Slicer.

Evolution Occurring.

Walker Reed is evolving!

...Scanning...

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Walker Reed has gained Advanced Cold Resistance.

Evolution Occurring.

Walker Reed is evolving!

...Scanning...

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Walker Reed has gained Extreme Gravitational Resistance.

Two more elements joined their fellows as the Slicer went all out. As his body was pummeled and adjusting, Walker’s Soul Vision found all his newly gained defensive abilities grouped into one area, just like he’d hoped. He pressed, then waited half a second for the system to accept the results.

Evolutionary Merger Occurring.

Walker is merging key evolutions!

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Walker Reed has gained Supreme Resistance Properties.

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Evolution Occurring.

Walker Reed is evolving!

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Walker Reed has gained Extreme Survival Instincts.

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Notice!

You’ve gained a new title!

Universal Destroyer

Walker looked at the writing, pushing his System Administrator abilities against it while whispering one word, “No.”

The screen went fuzzy before it accepted the change he’d made.

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Notice!

You’ve gained a new title!

Universal Shepherd

Nodding, he looked over at the Slicer, who stared at him with a pointed look, “You’ve changed…what’s changed…what’s changed here?” His tail wrapped around, tapping him on the bottom of the chin twice before it flew back behind him, “Doesn’t matter! You’re still going to die motherfucker!”

The Slicer started to tap into the powers of speed, but Walker had had enough, and his minds already saw what was coming. Both time and kinetic energy instantly covered his body, evening out the battle of velocity. The Slicer still moved quickly, there was no doubt about that, but it simply wasn’t quick enough as Walker reached out a single arm and caught him, full stop.

“I’ll kill-”

Walker Domesticated him, waited a moment for the Slicer to recognize the difference and what he had done, then quickly crushed the Slicer’s skull in Kinetic resources. Even with the Domestication ability, the body still tried to recover, so Walker moved the plan forward. A hundred Death Strand resources cut through the body quickly as Walker’s lime green soul, protected by several enhancement strands, sat protected only feet away. 

He shoved the rotting body away, watching as it disappeared into the darkened night of a grateful universe, then had a new book formed within.

My Mistakes in Creating a Universal Terror: From Start to End

By Walker Reed: Creator

Then, Walker looked down at Symphony and the mayhem caused by the pieces of Ra’jin.