The System

CH- 56: A casual meet with gods (III).

 "Sir!" A groggy-looking skeleton scout waved its hand, speaking through a chip imbibed in its throat.

"Now what?" Harriot growled back.

"We have requests from unknown entities wanting to communicate with their chosen ones, but none of them are showing the required tokens for me to authorize their request.

"Are you defying gods, maggot?"

"I can always report the finding..."

Harriot had a third ear, which kept an ear out for one specific word. He hears it before it's said and chews out the person before they say it.

Harriot lowers himself on all fours and raises back up, now looming over the skeleton scout. In one huge gulp, he opens his maw and swallows the skeleton whole.

"How many times should I tell you not to use, you know whose name, when I am around," Harriot spoke in a muffled tone as he chewed on the skeleton.

"Sorry sir, but the..."

Harriot closes his mouth, locking the sound within.

"You're in so much trouble." MEL words echo's around the room.

Harriot's anger shifts target and MEL's next words resonate inside the system engineer's head.

"The irony is when the name emerges or if the name finds out."

"How much?" Harriot grumbles. He realized the vice-captain already had a workaround. Their species never speak unless it's beneficial for them.

"Seventy percent."

"Eh!" Harriot clears his throat, intensifying his gaze.

MEL inserts a slender rod, possibly a pinky finger, into its ear and raises the stakes while making a bogus motion. "Eighty," it adds.

Harriot learned their species had no organs, and the mere thought of chewing its metallic body sent a sharp pain through his teeth. But before Harriot can growl, MEL opens its mouth, revealing a toothless maw with several slim iron bars, making layers of its throat. With a raised eyebrow and mouth ready to up the price, it glared back at Harriot.

Harriot concedes with a nod, and in excitement, MEL enters the wrong code, unleashing death from the heavens to meet a mortal.

— — — —

Basal Vérin rose to power by luck. While the inhabitants of her planet fought over survival, she hid underneath the chaos of death and when the time came, swallowed the planet whole by receiving power from the heavens.

The system never shows bias. One needs to show the will to travel, and the heavens shall part ways to pave a unique path.

From a tiny insect, about to die from a child's slap to commanding a skill which can slap a star to nothingness; she rose above the mortal realm.

She even named the skill 'Power slap,' as it was one of the first and weakest skills the heavens bestowed upon her during the early days before she became a god.

It helped her throughout her mortal journey, kindling her fury to level. But anger can only get you so far in the multiverse.

Many thresholds block one's path to power. At first, she grew in levels with hatred, swallowing her planet, which did her wrong, and later with intellect, to break the many thresholds.

Placed beneath the Noor Quo, which is the top one hundred 'Orders' of the multiverse, is her current position of 170th; The order of Basal Vérin.

This should bring her a sense of pride, but she is aware that even one Order among the Noor, even the 100th Order has the power to wipe out all other orders in the multiverse on a whim, leaving only the top 110 orders alive. The 100 to 110 ranking orders, referred to as 'Sub Noor', are capable of rivaling the Noor.