Kishtan: Creating a grand entrance

After the player's head was bitten off, I returned into my body and finally, after a thousand years of in-game time, I firstly stretched my aching body again. My body felt much more stronger and healthier than it had before, although, even before I went to sleep I was pretty healthy already, but that was nothing compared with the current me. I want to see, if I was true. ~Character sheet

Name: Kishtan

Title: Celestial

Race: Ancestor Hybrid

Occupation: Versatile (all of them)

Level: 200

Unspent stat points: 20'000

Hit points: 100'000 + 1'000'000(Reward from system) + 100'000'000(absorbing energy from source while asleep)

Vitality: 1000 + 1'000 + 1'000'000

Magic points: 30'000 + 500'000

Intelligence: 600 + 10'000

Attack power: 135'000

Strength: (500 + 4'000)x3[mentioned in auxiliary chapter]

Agility: 400 + 5'000

Resistances:

~Physical resistance: 95%

~Magical resistance: 95%

~Elemental: 90%

~Holy: 75%

~Dark: 100%

Skill list:

- Expand (already shown in last chapters)

- Necromancer skills (received during world creation)*

- Summoner skills (received during world creation)*

- Druid skills (not shown, but as well during world creation (World tree=plant))*

*(only possible to have because of Versatile class, that only Kishtan has, as the main deity)

Description: Was once a temporary existence, but through the believe of his followers and the power of the world that has flown through him since the beginning of time, he has become something that nobody can think about without knowing that he his there and that forever. These factors have caused a change in physique and the past player has become a boss monster that nobody wants to anger.

"Hell! What has become of my pseudo-normal account as a deity? This has become way to broken. I now can even just touch other people and they will at least get some damage. This has to be fixed with some body control exercises. And WHAT is that about being now permanent in here! I can't come out now! I don't really mind the permanent staying in this world, I already love it. Does that mean even more work for me? Nah, I will just let my summons do this for me. I just need to get practice. The weird thing is, that after sleeping at the world tree's source for so long, my skill mastery is now at the maximum although I have never trained before. That needs to be spracticed during my body control exercises as well. That's a lot to do already, I am more the type to relax after work, but maybe I can't say that after sleeping for a thousand years; but it only has been a few weeks in the net, searching up information. Let's see, what the different powers have become like?

Getting up from my bed with curtains, I walk up the small hallway that leads into my throne room and once again, the gigantic statues of me holding the ceiling greet me but they seemed to have become smaller. Or is it me who has become bigger? That's probably it.

Let's make a dramatic entrance. Yet, nobody knows that I am awake again besides the player Bo, which I have given a follower position of my religion. ~Dimensional Rift, ~Change weather, ~Raise dead, ~Mountain king's war cry.

Suddenly all over the worlds, space seemed to tear apart and the skies got stormy, leaving not a single place untouched. Then a cry, so mighty, sounded trough every angle of the worlds, causing everybody to cower in fear and slowly an unholy power seeped over the ground like grey mist, enclosing everything and anybody. The residents of these worlds got scared and started to go mad. The priests of each race fell on their knees and started to pray to their deities, hoping, that they would be able to sort this mess out. In their thrones, the kings of the different kingdoms got scared and held emergency meetings with their most trusted ministers. The five gods, sitting on their thrones beside the six dryads were awaken from their meditative state, watching over the world and aswering pleas, almost simultaneously. "Father!", they all said together, but that was the only thing they had in common, regarding looks and outfit. They got up from a sitting position and rushed, hovered or teleportated over to the castle, which had been deemed the tomb of their creator and father. Then the mist seeped into the ground and the worlds went quiet again. Almost like the calm before the storm, and then growls that teared the air apart sounded through the worlds, from every corner of it. Pale hands appeared from the ground, ripping the ground apart to let parts that were still buried beneath it, out. Ghosts from haunted houses and graveyards begin to hover in the air, still having their former shape they had in life. The animals panicked in the wild and started to rush away from their breeding places, away from the undead, which were gathering in a valleys where nobody lived yet. The dead from all over the worlds charging to one point in their corresponding world.

Leaving the tombs, the younger generation of dragons made for them, the old and deceased dragon skeletons flew with nothing but bones, leathery wings and fiery green eyes to the valley, flying over the nests of other dragon clans, shocking them with their size and the fact that there were undead in the real world and not in the underworld. Throwing shadows over them, the clans made preparations to greet their sole ancestor, which had gifted them life, knowing, that only Kishtan would be able to do something like this. They then woke up the eight heavenly sages from their slumber, saying that Kishtan is back.

On the demon world, demons of all sizes and forms were raised ignoring the other demons and charging and flying to the valley in their world. There they waited for something to happen. And the demon lords wondered what had happened, but one of them told the others that Kishtan was back, since his deceased wife, a succubus, was raised from the dead. The conclusion was, that only Kishtan could do this. So, the other demon lords went and prepared presents for him to take, when they visited him.

At the same time, in the vampire and the giant world same things happened. The only difference was the way they were woken up and how they looked like. The eight vampires had become ancestor vampires, through the constant feeding on blood from the blood streams on their home planet, where each one was another bloodtype of a species. They looked like gigantic, humanoid bats, with fur and long teeths, hanging vertically from the ceilings in their enormously spacious cave. Each of the caves had one Ancestor vampire who had established a spring at the centre of their cave system, through which the blood of their vampire flowed and the offspring of them was nurtured with. Next, there were hundred vampire elders and hundreds of thousands ordinary vampires, all in their bat forms. The way they were awakened from their slumber was that, after the grey mist seeped all over the worlds, the bloodstreams of the vampires, which they drink out from, and throw their dead corpses into the streams to saturate the streams with new blood and genes they get after developing over time. But unfotunately, the souls of the dead aren't recycled for the better of the race, but they took new forms as blood vampires, consisting fully out of blood. With cries, they broke out of the surface and all hell broke loose in the cave system. The ancestor, one of the rulers of the night, which had been bestowed with immortality, opened his eyes after hearing the anguished cries of his offspring being slaughtered after they attacked the weird creatures. ~Screeech~ "Stop it!" Immediately the bats and pale humans with fangs reaching over their lips, visible even when the mouth was shut, jerked back as if hit by something. After the vampires backed off, the blood creatures didn't attack anymore and they as well rushed out of the caves to a certain point on the blood world. The vampires in the other caves were awakened the same way and they as well watched after them suspiciously, not trusting them to just peacefully walking away after being attacked by them so viciously. Only the ancestors watched after them with complex expressions, knowing that there was only one who could pull off something like this, Kishtan!

In the giant's world, everything was gigantic and oversized. But there were some mountain groups that could be mistaken as nothing but rubbles and stone, but the truth was that, the biggest mountains were only graves for dead giants. The most durable ones were the ones, that you search, when seeking old giants. And if searching groups of giants, you have to find multiple hills, standing near to each other. The only problem on that day was, whole mountain chains disappeared as one whole, leaving only kilometer-long footsteps behind, leaving all in one direction. When the giant kings were informed, the mountains had already left, letting only a head in sight, that was as big as the sun during sunset, slowly disappearing behind the horizon, leaving some stunned giants behind who weren't even a quarter of its size. The kings had their staff assembled and said they had to take a trip to Midgard to spend some time visiting their old ancestor, having finally awaken from his very long sleep.

The undead world wasn't affected beside the fact, that every dead soul and skeleton in there, had been fortified. But even that wasn't unnoticed since the liches, the undead commanders, were fortified as well. And only one person could do this, their almighty god Kishtan.

At his seat of power, Kishtan created a new plane on his world tree map, the plane of the dead. The difference between a world and a plane was that a plane got no dryad and has a changeable interface. Then Kishtan got a surprising message after some expected ones.

[All your mana has been, at will, charged into the spell 'Raise dead']

[Every dead being in the worlds has been brought back to life]

[New plane has been created. Set the interface for the plane]

- For the Necromancers to make contracts with. Have to give better offerings for better minions, based on their ratings.

[Interface has been created]

['Presence of the Celestials' (passive) has been created. Everybody will know if deities are there and will kneel to them. In particular if it's you]

[Trough overwhelming events, the players have been kicked out of the game, with the message to say the managers, they should produce more data capacity]

[The beings of the multiverse will come and greet you. Happy that you are back]