When I woke up in another dimension, surrounded by nothingness and a ROB. I did not know I would be offered to quest around the multiverse to fix different problems or gain power. But we both knew the real reason; it was more than simply questing ac...
You know, when I first became an angel, I never expected it to look like Sanguinius from Warhammer. I also never knew I would stand in front, or at least close to, the system that governs the sacred gears.
But to give my report, I needed to give it to all of the Archangels. And as such, I approached the near-top level of Heaven. I was literally on God's system's doorstep.
It was like a never-ending symphony of crying, utter happiness, the depths of despair, and the highest of passion. The greatest and lowest of humanity all at the same time.
But do you know what worried me? The symphony was being drowned out by glitching and what sounded like radio static.
Honestly, I am lucky that Uriel gave most of the report, as I was somewhat distracted during the meeting, which some of the Archangels may have noticed.
So, in a somewhat impulsive move. I sent out my nanite towards the system, which was controlled via God's throne. This undertaking would take time, but if the Necrons could defeat eldritch entities and cage them as batteries, I could hack an esoteric religious system.
However, it's only tricky because of how complex it is and the fact that Michael is constantly monitoring it.
Even now, the data is being decrypted and sent to my private server.
Which will work wonders for finding certain sacred gear users as well. I may not be able to remove them. I will be able to find them no matter where they are.
Regarding resource management, I've already sent out probes outside the solar system that will begin turning the nearby exoplanets into my craft worlds.
"-its a mess of political complications as various members of the devils seek not to allow us access to the Astaroth heir's peerage. But with Levithan's help, we have made progress."
Uriel had been speaking to his fellow archangels, specifically on how to deal with the fact that the church and, by extension, Heaven lost multiple nuns to the devils because of corruption and negligence.
I am incensed as this is purely due to Heaven's hands-off approach since God's death.
Raphiel looks at me as if noticing my expression and asks, "Brother Anakim, is everything alright? You have remained silent and distant since this meeting began."
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I look at the archangels and ask, "Permission to speak freely, my lords and ladies?" "Granted," Michael says immediately.
"We are at our weakest state right now. Our Father is gone, and our system is crippled with more brothers and sisters falling and dying to other excursions."
The archangels frown at this, but I continue, " But what makes our situation worse is that the church's reputation is immediately pressed upon us along with their mistakes and failures as well."
