A voice called at him from somewhere, it was heavy and familiar, a feeling told him that it was an Ally-no even more than that…it was

  {I am Symbiote-G-One. We met again chosen One} He turned to look at the voice who spoke perfect Geosporian, which something told him was the language which operated existence itself.

  Do I know you? Something is telling me I should trust you but I tend to check it out for myself instead of trusting my sixth sense.He replied in the same language the Strange four armed alien creature had spoken.

  His eyes returned back to what had taken his attention first, he wasn't in his world, no, He was flying some hundred meters above a realm where magic and technology had been merged to near perfection which had brought the birth of some type of Utopian-system for the locals.

  Yet outside forces have noticed their accomplishment and have decided to ruin it judging by the multiple dark portals which are continuously spewing out mechs and biomechanical-abominations that would give Warhammer 40k a run for its money.

  {You cannot be faulted for that, The brief moment we became aware of each other's existence was interrupted by the reincarnation cycle which did a check-up on your upgraded soul before I merged with it and the rest you know what happens, you wake up with memories that aren't yours and-} the Symbiote-G-One Crossed its four muscular arms and followed your gaze with its one cyclopean Eye.{This is F-Ypsilon-gama subsector three tiers away from your fantasy-dominated zone, it is the place where science and fantasy rules perfectly align without any Chaos which resulted in this rare Utopian civilization of Primate subspecies-Homo-Directus, a descendant of your species which usually dominates most sectors where life blooms.}

  So it seems..Tell me why I am seeing this apocalyptic vision instead of my usual dreams. His sixth sense did not act up so it means what the Symbiote had told me was the truth.

  {This memory was locked behind a specific requirement that appeared far sooner than I predicted, it seems the opposing entity of our Home omniverse outside the barriers which protect existence itself shot itself with that. Those are just vessels it had found and is using currently, Like a scorpion pointing its tail at us the poison which will infect everything is Them}The Symbiote pointed at the first to fall on the opposing side which had him double checking what he was seeing.{It seems like you have grasped the problem, the enemy is using the souls of the fallen as-}

  A game powered by reincarnation itself…He interrupted, getting goosebumps from what he was seeing.

  The infamous isekais trope itself was being used as a Trojan horse to invade this world, he saw the first to fall in the battle reappear again from the portal reduced slightly as a ‘Being’ judging by the fluctuating energies it was uncontrollably releasing.

  These people are brainwashed I am guessing? Because no sane Individual would chose such horrifying abilities for themselves.He asked as he observed a few “modern” looking humans use strange medieval contraption used for beheading sinners as attack skills.

  {What gave them away? The corrupting Aura, the shattered souls or the inconsistent ability they use? In the end it is to be expected, the enemy can only use these unfortunate individuals who the cycle had marked for termination as pawns because the more solid souls would have rejected the offer whereas these depleted ones though they were chosen for some higher calling.}The cyclops shook his head, he seemed to want explain more but the visibility all around them darkened and he felt that his time was up for today.{From now On I will begin furthering your growth partner, we are bound together forevermore until the last star blinks out and existence ceases to be. I will be your friend, partner and a Guide should you need me just ask and I will reply. Goodbye for now.}

  His vision darkened and then he was awake and alert, which scared his night guard judging by the widening of his eyes.

  “Forgive me, I just felt an Unfamiliar energy close.” He lied smoothly, nodding his head to Signal the guard that he may go now.

  He waited until the door closed once more to lay back on the bed, an instinct told him to make sure what he had talked about in his dream was real and not some sort of hallucination from breathing the outer energy from the crack.

  “Symbiote, can you speak while I am awake?” He asked carefully.

  {I am always by your side, look at the tattoo above your heart.} Replied that weirdly familiar voice which came from his chest.

  He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it completely and stood in front of the mirror next to his bookcase and stared at the ominous Golden-lion tattoo on his chest, the lion's eye was the same one which his symbiote-partner had.

  “Is that your eye in the tattoo?”He did not voice what he was thinking internally.

  {Indeed, I decided to only appear in the tattoo to make sure nobody becomes aware of me being a part of you without your explicit decision.}The eye glowed with each word that was spoken.

  “That is thoughtful of you, thank you.” Valerio paused, a thought crossed his mind.”You haven't revealed yet what your function is symbiote, I must know to make use of it.”

  {I am part of you, your immune system, nervous system, your very cells. I am the pinnacle of biomechanical engineering and at the same time an alchemy cheat code bonded to your very genetic code. Already you may have noticed my influence on your super-human growth, the more mana your body is saturated with the more stronger I will make you.}

  “What are you saying, that I am the perfect product which the enemy is copying?” a chill ran down his spine at the implications of being a weapon forged for a war on such a scale.

  {You are an antibody created to purge a virus from the body given free will and granted full autonomous rights over any action you may deem necessary to break the enemy's advance. You are a self-aware entity that has been elevated to the ranks of those few special beings that can shatter the careful balance of existence. I can't say anything further to explain how lucky you are, partner.} To give him a glimpse of what he was speaking about the symbiote sent a vision directly to his mind.

  There were twenty of them, twenty superhumanly powerful humanoid based entities. Each counteracted a certain threat at any given age of the omniverse. A Golden Fiery Demi-God that blocked the torn barriers of a parallel dark dimension that nearly spilled into a universe that was in the southeast of the omniverse by using his pyrokinesis abilities to turn himself into a compressed Sun that burned the darkness until the barrier regenerated back again.

  A Winged Angelic-like Human that Glowed White fighting hordes of Dark monstrosities that spewed from an anomalous Dark Sun, so powerful was this one Superhuman that winged Angels were used since then as religious figures for countless civilizations.

  The third was the most striking, It was a MAN, a Man like any other with the same characteristics as your average Human Male. The Only difference was the Height and body mass ratio which made him stand out even amongst those twenty legendary entities. He was Big like a Bodybuilder but scaled up and given height that allowed him to look down even the Gods. He Alone had the longest vision ever amongst the previous ones with a record of four hundred thousand years of active duty which blew him away at the sheer presence he had even in this vision.

  —And He was staring through the vision as if He knew that someone was looking at him.

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  A disgusting feeling crawled down his spine that gave him goosebumps, it was as if someone was prodding his very being with cold hands.

  Then even stranger things happened, the vision, a prerecorded experience captured by a symbiote-alien form began to glow and glitch as if it was a computer being hacked by someone.

  The vision began closing the distance as impossible as it may sound, with each glitch the Blurry man-shaped Creature began to gain a more corporal form the more it closed the distance until it was right in—

  (“Hello there whomever you may be.”) The titan of a man greeted jovially as if what he was doing was a daily occurrence for him and not a reality-warping timeline-breaking casual chit chat.(“Well you wouldn't be far-off with your deduction since you are quite inexperienced. Let's go with that instead of me trying to explain how I stretched a Moment into an eternity.”)

  “Not to insult you or anything but For a Man who broke through at least five dimensions without breaking a sweat you are quite…Normal looking instead of a mind-raping tentacle eldritch Abomination straight from Lovecraftian fiction.” Valerio returned the greeting back.”How can you maintain this…chat without wasting a shitton of power in doing so.”

  The Giant Man smirked knowingly and leaned forward as if he was trying to whisper some grand secret.

  (“I can fold reality like a bitch, Lovecraftian outer gods can suck my Dick along with the Dreaming One, they can't match me no matter how much people wank them with their stupid fictional graphs. I alone stand at precipice of Ultimate Power on the Homosapiens specie…well I did until The Present me Decided The Janitorial duties he was being thrown by the great Overseer was too much hassle and decided to ditch his rank and duties to his one-drop-blood clones he made to split his essence without causing a Multiversal incident in the process. There should be at least twenty-ish to thirty of them Running around putting anomalies and monsters ten-feet under the metaphysical realms I think…I am sure the orginal has fucked off to some undeveloped universe and is playing savior or giving the locals PTSDs with his very mind breaking experiences that he likes to use as references for future projects…the poor lambs, they have no idea of who and what he really is or his very warping nature that causes shit to happen. He fucks with destiny and history without even touching any of them.”)

  With each word the mind-fucking corporal Man spoke the crawling feeling down his spine became worse until it reached a point where he could swear he could taste colors and hear a faraway screech of an unimaginable horror that induced a kaleidoscopic idea of—

  WRONG WRONG WRONG WWWWWWWRRRRR-

  [Training session has been corrupted and is causing unforeseen side effects on the host sixth sense! Stress-levels rising to dangerous levels, mental, physical and Spiritual corruption is–]

  A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

  He was seeing noises and tasting colors, strange sightings of winged eye staring at him with an unblinking intensity from angles he was not aware of until now, what was once a logical-based realm of being had become multifaceted and unpredictable to an extreme.

  “Arrgh..” He gurgled out as the black of the pupils began spilling to the whites of his sclera.

  (“Ah! Hey hey kid stay with me now, it seems I forgot how dangerous the leakage of one who exchanged blows with beings of the outer darkness was to a mere ascended human soul who had yet to travel beyond even his own worlds realms. Hold still and let me do a universal purge..”) the previous jovial tone changed into a panicked state, intricate formulas and diagrams began appearing in quick succession as a great sextagram of unimaginable proportions quickly subsumed them and added their effects into one powerful spell that flew forward by multiplying the quickly casted teleportation spell that was added in the end.

  In mere moments before the passive effects of Abomination of the outermost layers could fully subsume a new parasite into the unwilling host their slayer had unwittingly given them a bolt of pure unyielding ferocity given purpose broke through the atmosphere with a resounding bang that shook existence itself before it found its mark and complete its purpose by stripping every fiber that made up the Being known as Valerio of the parasitic corruption he had been unknowingly given.

  (And yes if you are wondering, The Timelines don't match with this great event that Traveled from the past to the future and then to the present in quick succession that could shatter galaxies and cause diversion in the great tapestry of life.~ this info is provided by Steve, A Master at ruining your logic.)

  “Holy fucking shit!!” Valerio managed to spat out alongside a shit ton of liquidized curses meant to host the greater entities of the outer dark.”what in the nine realms of eternity was the fucking LSD type drug ride?!?”

  (“Not gonna lie, you had me worried for a moment there kid. I suppose I can allow you to watch the rest of recording.”) as if nothing had happened the greyed out zone he had been stuck in place turned bluish.

  Where he stood now was an amphitheatre of great proportions meant for bigger and greater sized beings yet there were only twenty human-shaped individuals standing as if being ranked by their level of power or possibly, their achievements on the cleansing duties they were seen previously doing.

  (“God Of Death and Shadow Monarch, Lord of the Heavens and Protector of Humanity, Lord of Plagues and Bringer of sorrows, Bringer of Desolation and Bane of All silicone life forms, The Immortal Berserker and Fate Denier, Technomancer and God-smith, The Man-Apocalypse and Legend of Azur-Var Galaxy, Deus-Ex-Machina and destiny-shaper, The Warrior-Monarch of The Ten realms of War, God-Emperor of Mankind and Star-Child Savior, these are some of the More notable names you will hear when you traverse the great Expanse of the Omniverse. The more known ones because there are shitton of Monstrous Humans who have carved their own legend into the very make-up of Existence.”)

  “Are you telling me those Fictional Characters I read or saw as a kid are real? Even the Villains?” After the Heavy introduction he could barely whisper the thoughts he had running in his mind out loud.

  (“What part of “there are shitton of Monstrous Humans who have carved their own legend” did you not understand Kid? The ones I stated are the more influential ones. For example the first one is currently fighting a one versus Unknown number of outer Deities War and Is slowly winning through sheer numbers and growth as he controls the very domain where the souls go before being reincarnated. The second one has a galaxy spanning empire that is preparing to spread into the outer dark and try to conquer the Abominations that call it home. The rest are just as crazy, every single one of them is a titan trying to outdo one another without realizing it.”) the Strange man sighed, there was weight now when he spoke unlike before when…when? When what?

  “Strange, I can't seem to remember what we were talking about before you restarted the Vision. Symbiote can you tell me what—”

  (“No, it will not. I prohibit it. Move on and learn from what is being shown to you kid, you are lucky to get a crash course unlike the rest of us who had to rely on scraps and pieces of information we tore from the corpses of our enemy.”) Just as the symbiote tried to say something, an intangible Hand made of pure energy grabbed it by the mouth and shut it down.(“A piece of advice from someone who has lived for four hundred thousand years, kid, Personal experience triumphs over reliance on outside means. Train, learn and grow, rinse and repeat until you stand over your rivals. Do not think a mere symbiote will automatically give you a Win once you tread the stars, there are beings out there that can shatter even the mightiest weapon which can only be bested through trial and error.”)

  Valerio couldn't help but shiver with anticipation, his sixth sense was on overdrive and was repeatedly hammering down what the Ancient Monster was revealing with actual visions of all things that both confused and intrigued him at the same time.

  “Who dared to bring me here without my permission?!”The God-smith demanded imperiously, completely ignoring the rest of the dangerous monsters that stood a few meters away from each other.

  Silence was the only answer he got, the amphitheatre was meant to hold millions of onlookers yet it was completely empty which caused the foreboding feeling to infect the highly paranoid monsters in human form.

  “How unusual…I can't feel anything, be it dead or alive.” The Shadow Monarch gazed with his own otherworldly sight and tried to pinpoint his current whereabouts by spreading his Authority into tendrils only to find emptiness everywhere his domain touched.

  +The Noise of the Empyrean has been deafened. The song of damnation has been halted?+ The Master Of Mankind spread his nearly omniscient mind and tried listening for that familiar siren call that is broadcasted into every corner of the Galaxy and found a dead end.

  “How irksome, I have been once more displaced without my permission and this time it isn't on one of the unexplored realms!” The Conqueror sighed exasperatedly, this entire situation reminds him of that time when his younger sister tried one of her spells on him which sent him into the first layer of Realms of War - Strife.

  “I am confused , why don't they react to each other? I can see some look at each other yet…there is no sign of awareness in their eyes.” Valerio couldn't help but ask, everything was so strange and impossible to make sense of without context.

  (Because this Dimension is unique in its purpose, it was made to be able to hold any life and be connected and disconnected at the same time with any type of world which allows for example That One over there who is used to fighting on realms with ten times the gravity than yours and the other one next to him who is from a world with mars-grade Gravity and a perpetual invisible Storm of will that makes thinking and Doing anything difficult.) Steve replied calmly never leaving his sight from the gathering.

  “And where do you come into this?”

  Steve didn't reply, he simply nodded his head towards the center-

  A multi-colored beam hit at that exact moment, causing the superhumans present to become guarded and prepare for a blast wave that never arrived.

  “Jesus Christ, can't you be less violent with your godforsaken BEAMING you blind-ass motherfucker?!” The newcomer moaned from his spread-eagle position on the ground.”what the fuck do you mean No?! Who the fuck do you think You are messing with you shithead?! Do you want me to turn yo ass into a discount shish-kebab–”

  He finally noticed there was a huge amount of onlookers present, people he was supposed to “leave a good Impression for future endeavours”.

  “Fuck, you guys are already here?! Jesus fucking Christ Man how the fuck am I supposed to leave a NICE IMPRESSION WHEN I AM SENT FLYING BY A TRICKSTER GOD ACROSS THE OMNIVERSE YOUAREFUCKINGDEADIFIDONTACCOMPLISHMYJOBLOKI!”

  The normal looking human spread-eagle across the ground suddenly disappeared and pulled a strange pulsating red javelin from out of nowhere and stood in a throwing position on the Air itself.

  “GAAAEEE—BOOOOOLG!!!” As if some invisible chain finally broke, the flexing muscles of the inhuman Man in the air tensed for the last moment before he broke the sound barrier in front of his face by throwing the Red Javelin like a laser beam from the muzzle of a great Anti-orbital gun platform.

  “Holy shit…did you just pull out the Gae Bolg and aim it at Loki of all Beings?!?” Valerio’s eyes widened to the point they could pass for dinner plates at the mere appearance of The Mythical weapon meant to assassinate even those impossible to accurately nail down or harm by normal means.

  (I have been in so many battlefields and warzones that such weapons are common, it's just one cursed javelin amongst many legendary weapons i Had stored before the spread-up with my clones.)Steve shrugged casually, his Hammer space has a lot dangerous stuff just hanging around, one cursed divine-ish grade five weapon wasn't that much special when you compare it with Ex++ Grade weapons like a well-fed Gram and Excalibur unsealed who can cause spiritual fatalities if they were used wisely.

  “This is a waste of time, I have to win a war against outer Gods. whoever is keeping me here captive should send me back.” The Shadow Monarch stated calmly, He doesn't have time to stand around and play the game set up by some creator-grade Entity for its own twisted enjoyment.

  +Why so hasty? Have you perhaps not noticed the timeline stopping completely?+ The Glowing golden-clad God who was dwarfing everyone present with his awe-inspiring aura stated knowingly.+You would be remiss to miss this opportunity, it's not everyday that you get a moment to breathe without having to worry about a problem arising when you were thinking.+

  The others who previously shared the mindset of the Shadow Monarch digested the words spoken by the tallest Member present and found their previous thought process to be quite ignorant.

  “Truly You live up to the name you went with when I met you, “Revelation”.”Steve’s previous panicked facade melted away and in its place a Calculating expression took over.

  +How long has it been on your end, Young-Steven?+ The Golden deity smiled mysteriously, Judging by the on guard stances the others took he was the only one who truly knew anything about the Cunning Dimension-hopper Apex of Humanity in front of them.

  “One hundred fifty thousand years give or take a few extra centuries, it truly has been a long time since we last met hasn't it? I hope you were able to shepherd mankind into that vision you showed me last time we met “Adamus the Revelator” or should I call you Gilgamesh of Babylon?” Steve matched the terrifying smile with one of his own which was horrifying to anyone who could sense The energies coalescing around the two superpowered monsters in human skin.

  +Strange it only has been five thousand years on my side…can it be that you have been dealing with more ruined timelines on other dimensions Stevens?+ The now revealed Gilgamesh got a couple of interested looks from those who were historically savvy and knew something about the legendary shenanigans Gil had gotten into.

  “I am a busy Man Revelation, now pleasantries aside…The Omniverse we all live in is in danger of being annihilated by forces of the Primordial Void. The reason why I am even here instead of being blasted headfirst into a corruption node is because we need more manpower and to inform some of you newcomers of the danger that shall soon be arriving at your doorsteps.” With a snap of his finger they were teleported into another location…A doomed universe.

  +...?!+ The Master of Mankind, a being who had lived for eons, opened his eyes wide as he beheld…Ruin.

  Entropy, Slaughter, Exess, Strife and corruption!!!

  +What happened here?!+ He tried to restrain his leaking intent when his eyes fell on the remains of a human who had been mummified to the point he was nothing more than charcoal.

  “This is a future timeline of your home universe, I arrived far too late to be able to do anything other than taking vengeance on the Slaves of Ruin.” Steve replied darkly, there were a lot of implications when he brought up that last title.

  “How strange, I feel no souls lingering, just absolute silence.” The Shadow Monarch interest was piqued when his ability to raise the dead didn't work on the mummified human remains.

  “You tried to turn it into a shadow legionary, didn't you, Sung Jinwoo?”

  !!!

  The Lord of death and darkness turned his alarmed gaze on the Man who knew his real name and could perfectly speak it without mispronouncing it.

  “There are a lot of Surprises awaiting you in the frontiers of the known corners of the omniverse but a fellow human is a common sight everywhere. So many have been displaced by an anomaly caused by unforeseen events while the few have grown too powerful to live amongst the common masses and decided to become intergalactic rouges, tyrants, Kings, heroes, Villains or even Gods.” Steve didn't back down and locked his gaze with the Death lord.

  “Pause the memory.” Valerio said, the vision stopped the moment the words left his mouth.

  ”While I understand the importance of the introduction, this is just a plain dick measuring contest and I don't give flying shit about those. I would like to skip the entire thing altogether and just give the most important details and get me out of this place. I have shit do and I already know all the strengths and weaknesses of the Characters present with the exception of you." The blond Man massaged his temples and tried to reign his flaring temper at the waste of time he was forced to endure.

  (“Well I guess I may have oversold the importance of the coalition that was formed that day. If you aren't interested in the entire thing you can get a compressed memory insertion in your mind directly. Goodluck and watch out against the celestial prisons cosplaying as stars kid you will need it!”) with those words the spiritual imprint of a once cosmic power pushed a light string towards you and with a few last words of advice pushed him out.

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  One second–

  Everything seemed to be in place just the way he had left previously even though to him it had seem like an entire week had passed while in reality it had barely passed one second.

  “Memory manipulation eh? Who would have known that it would allow a person to achieve a paradoxical existence that seemed to stretch Infinitely…” He began absorbing all the information that had been displaced in his brain with a simple wordless command while replaying the last words.

  Watch out against the celestial prisons cosplaying as stars?

  He allowed his sixth sense to begin analyzing the entire information and create a comprehensive database for him to recall whenever he needed it.

  He needed it, a supernatural feeling had him turn his gaze towards the sky where he…saw cracks that weren't previously there.

  —Be careful of the prisons shining like stars… the wind whispered in his ears, a cold chill ran down his spine when he saw a familiar symbol in the sky.

  “I need more men and Tanks…a shitton of tanks and Mechas armed to the teeth with relics.” He whispered to himself, somehow he could hear the chains straining to the breaking point even though it shouldn't be possible.

  [Warning: Storyline is being progressed by the shift in history. The Great Disaster Event is about to begin in one standard year!!!]

  “A game huh, how foolish of me…” He cracked a smile when he felt a change happen directly to the world as if someone just typed a Command-code.” I have been taking this too lightly, One meager Empire's resources aren't enough. To actually Survive and thrive I need the Whole World brought under my total Control by any means necessary!!”

  Forget the plans of diplomatic talks with the other nobles.

  Ignore the morals that have been holding you back until now because that high Road leads to Death and Damnation.

  Bribe and Manipulate when you can, force and beat them when you need to, teach and train them to gain their Respect and admiration.

  “Tell me symbiote, How much can you help me out with sensing the potential in others? I fear simply me being strong won't be enough to weather what I saw in that nightmarish vision.”

  {Information and experience with those made of flesh and blood is my expertise. Drugs, metallurgy and magic are within my grasp and as such you only have to ask what you need from me, partner.} There was a edge now to the previously neutral symbiote vouce that wasn't there before, just as it had said it would react to anything threatening just a anti-body would to a virus.