The System

Prologue Ō - Part XII --> ᚨːəᚨ Fuck.(02)

    Kal went around Earth in fourteen days, using the old piece of junk. Yes, Kal picked up on some Earth slang. Once Kal connected the cube to a supercomputer, it took in all the existing data of Earth and used said data to cross-reference the information within the system records and Kal's personal findings.

Installing the cube over a rock, for example. The cube wraps itself around the cube, analyses it through various scans, compares it with Earth and system records, trashes Earth's records and notes down any helpful info found inside the system records, takes inputs from Kal, and thus eliminates similar rocks from the entire planet. No more rocks needed to be scanned.

Needless to say, Earth had a lot to offer for the system records. Thus, it took Kal fourteen days to give the ᚨːəᚨ up. Points you have to keep in mind for why Kal hated Earth. First of all, he could not wear an outfit just because he loved it most. For some reason, looking like a famous person or flying around in his suit had many patent issues and many more mad fans acting out and following Kal until they caught him. And damn, they were persistent.

Give Kal an hour and he will tell you all about the human race in the multiverse. De'volvers, vermin, most useless slaves, and many other titles were given to this race that calls itself human on Earth. They are always the first to run, betray, blab, and die. Not always in that order.

Notoriously know to never make it past the tutorial. Ones who do make it through, find power, and make a name for themselves. Until they end up blabbing in front of the wrong god and get wiped out from system records. And those fanatics who go overboard and evolve themselves to the point that they are neither human nor animal always end up at the bottom of the chain. Never to rise above the rank, nor have the pride left to call themselves humans.

"Do you mean 'Mimorians'?" Aurelia uses their technical term.

"Yeah, that thing." Kal shrugs the name off his memory. Waste of memory, according to him.

Cussing the humans in different Earth languages, forced Kal to learn their Curse words. one of the few things he loved and gave credit for. Also, the department stores they made. Not for anything else but his convenience in making a quick buck as she scanned the entire store. Something spoke to him there, and he thought he could work there forever.

One other store that made him side with the old geezer making him do all this extra grunt work was the Comic, manga, and entertainment industry as a whole. For some fucked up reason, the system took all of this as an accomplishment, placing the humans as a superior race inside the integration ranking.

"Honest mistake?" Aurelia tries to defend the system.

"Explain this then." Kal points to a middle-aged man picking up worms and bugs and feeding them to his fungi. Which he held in several molds around and within his body. "The undead will have a gag reflex if they saw him." Kal remarks and opens two screens. One showed an article about a Mold-man: the person collecting other fungi specimens from the gutters of Athens. The second showed the systems analysis for said Mold-man.

Aurelia gasped at the ratings. "That's ridiculous. I have never seen a rating so high for a human."

"Even born gods don't get such high ratings." Kal didn't seem much bothered. Even the latest equipment takes wrong readings sometimes. "That Geezer is right. As usual." Kal sighs. "This is why we need the old ways to scout as well." Kal points at the Mold-man. "System pinged him as an expert. Maybe because he's so involved in his muse! But in reality, he is just delusional." Kal closes the screen before Aurelia tried to read the complete story or at least find his name. She might be mistaken, but did she read the word doctor before his name? She wasn't sure.