Chapter 129- Fate's least expected path (SwapVerse)

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CHAOS finally realises why he is having difficulty finding Sun. Sun ends up on the least expected path planned out for him with any sort of calm thrown out the window.

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AntiVoid

CHAOS suddenly frowned and looked around with a sharp gaze that would have caused any living beings to instantly wet themselves. Something was off, his magic pulsing as if trying to find the source of his unease. He didn't even turn when he felt another letter magically appear near him, incinerating it without a thought as he had far more important things to do right now.

He didn't have time to indulge the silly organisation his twin started long ago, nor the time to play with the monsters trying to fight him. He took a deep breath of the space, almost tasting the change in the air and the minute traces of a very familiar Deity.

FATE

It seems that some had chosen to interfere with his search even if the magic cast didn't feel recent, connections slowly forming in his mind at all the inconveniences that shouldn't have been an issue unless a power on equal level as him was to blame.

He had been playing nice, not putting his whole power into anything thinking that was a bit excessive but now he felt the metaphorical gloves come off.

A large change was about to occur and he was going to have a nice chat with FATE to see how much they had interfered with his little chaos. He had been planning to drop in to see his brother again after feeling their power across the realm but now that would have to be postponed by a small detour, his mood only worsening when he vanished from the mortal plane.

Α dark mark was left in the AntiVoid where he had been, a place that would cause untold things for those who accidentally stumbled upon it with none ever learning of the origin.

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SwapVerse

Sun's ears twitched, flickering as a new scent entered the air, something that usually followed some sort of crazy adventure he would try his best to survive while batting off the crazies that would inevitably try to attach to him.

It was a depressing routine at this point but not one that he wanted to continue in any way.

Perhaps he should head back to the weird couples house and even back to Gold again. He would usually put off having his freedom restricted like that but he was struggling to fully relax even with all the adorable cats around him.

His tail flicked in agitation as the minutes passed at the scent grew stronger in the air, a scent he could never fully describe but an odd sense he had gained after stalkers ever so thoughtful edits of his base Code. Something he discovered often preceded a situation he would need to mentally prepare for, even if the details were always vague and only left him more frustrated in the end.

He kind of wished he'd asked Fresh more questions about the Parasite part of him but to be fair he had been mildly tired very traumatisedat the time so he gave himself some slack for the less than stellar period of time. That he had not researched more about Fresh types was almost embarrassing to his need to know as much as possible...well, it might have been if he wasn't mentally exhausted trying to outmanoeuvre monsters who were older than him by Centuries.

It sometimes felt like everyone else was playing battleships while he was still on checkers, the rules constantly changing in ways he didn't always have time to comprehend before another insane rule was thrown in his face that made him lose the game.

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