Kuntianakgg
Mat died, only to wake up ripped down the middle. One soul, two bodies, and a cosmic joke for a destiny.
In the grey, ash-choked wastes of the north, his right eye opened as Yveltal-a towering herald of oblivion clad in obsidian and crimson. His instincts screamed for blood; every breath threatened to siphon the lingering vitality of the barren land just to keep his engine running. He had to tread carefully, starving his passive aura of decay to avoid dissolving the very soil beneath his talons while searching for answers in the dust.
In the lush, overgrown glades of the south, his left eye opened as Xerneas-a radiant stag whose very hoofprints bloomed with wild, unbridled life. He wandered through ruined sanctuaries, gathering primal materials and weaving vitality back into the scorched earth, bringing order to the wilderness.
Then came the interface. No grand legendary guide, no divine manual-just pure absurdity.
Xerneas received a Minecraft system straight out of a Minecraft. Yveltal received a city-builder management system.
It was a sick irony. To build as Yveltal, he needed to harvest and expend the lifeforce of the surrounding terrain. To craft as Xerneas, the most efficient path forward was building automated mob-farms-a ruthless engine of mass slaughter masked behind colorful blocks. The Destroyer was cursed to manage life, while the Preserver was handed a blueprint for industrial annihilation.
Ancient prophecy warned that the Stag of Life and the Bird of Death were eternal opposites, never meant to cross paths lest the world shatter. But Mat didn't care about balance, fate, or cosmic warnings. He just wanted to look himself in the eye. Screw the apocalypse-he was going to meet his other half, and he'd better not end up fighting himself on arrival.
I will be posting this story on Royal Road.