Chapter 186 Eminento Tyrannicus

A moment bliss made everything in the world speed up and all of a sudden a sword was inside of Ragnar's stomach. He hadn't felt it, or noticed it come. It just came, no evidence of the path it took to pierce him.

It didn't end there. Each time he noticed a new injury, another one had already been made. It drove him crazy and he tried to attack everything around him. Like an immature human trying to swat a fly.

Each time he tried to retaliate he would get some kind of sting. One time he was even tripped.

"Enough!" Ragnar yelled. His short patience had come to an end and he was ready to go on a tantrum.

"If you want it to stop, just stop me!" Was the response he got.

Ragnar calmly took a breath. Anger wouldn't help him and he knew it better than anyone. Each time he felt that blissful feeling he heightened his senses and tried to resist its temptation of endless bliss. Each time he would fail and a sting would be felt. To others that sting would be torture, but he was used to it. Ever since the beginning he was put through Alice torture. It honed him to pain and the resistance he had against pain due to it could only be found in few unfortunate.

He ignored the sting, it wasn't that bad, it was just a sign if failure. A failure he didn't want to repeat. His focus grew and grew with each sting. Each time closer to figuring out the path. He acted like an Ai, each sign of progression was the right path, while any result worse then the previous was scrapped.

A long time went by. The sting didn't bother Ragnar anymore, not because his pain resistance grew, but because he was used to it. A daily inconvenience. At this point he would sometimes move out of the swords path. But he would still be stabbed, due to it tracking him.

This particular time Ragnar managed to evade the first sword and felt a hint of danger the second time. For the first time Ragnar managed to escape the second sword. Then he felt the small sense of danger again and evaded it again. This went on for hours. Ragnar wasn't scratched even once under the coming days. Yet nothing changed, he wanted to see the sword, to see the weird clone of him.

So he didn't stay satisfied with his achievements and continued to improve. Each strike from the sword was evaded, while Ragnar used his keen senses to find anything wrong.

After a long time he rolled out the possibility of his clone being invisible. So instead he tried to find any form of meddling with time. All while evading sword strikes here and there.

Soon enough he could feel traces of time being manipulated and he started from there. Each time the bliss would come he would use his power over time to throw everything out of control. Making time itself a storm uncontrollable by all who tried. Yet it didn't do anything other than making him dizzy.

The next thing he tried was to control time around himself, but it didn't work either. So he had to go with the last option, trial and error.

More time passed and he failed over and over again. He didn't even see a slim of success.

So Ragnar decided to force his way to success. Instead of escaping the blade he let it pierce his stomach. Once it was inside he made time get out of control and something weird happened. The sword became visible inside his stomach. It was a normal celestial steel sword, nothing special about it. But he could see it.

His happiness died some seconds later when another blade pierced him. Or at least tried, as he managed to sense the danger and evade. Ragnar looked down, confusion evident on his face. The sword was still there, yet another sword tried to stab him.

He gained a stupid idea and acted on it. Ragnar grabbed the sword in his stomach and pulled it out. Black blood had tainted the sword and had made some parts of it pure black.

Ragnar used his sword to deflect the incoming attack. His sword perfectly hindered the enemy sword and a battle ensured.

Countless days were spent on fighting the invisible sword. After some time Ragnar even started to see the sword and with it came its welder. The clone of himself.

"Good job Ragnar!" the clone said. He was smiling from head to toe and looked very punchable according to Ragnar. But Ragnar found him incredibly handsome, 'that man got to be one women catcher. A sigma male in its purest form'. Ragnar thought to himself, praising his own appearance like it was no ones business.

"Well it's your time to try to do the same to me. It's called true time stop! Only one being can use it and that is you Ragnar. To put it simply with enough control and power you could stop time from moving, completely. That means even the seventh dimensions time will be stopped. I've been using this power against you and now it's your turn!" the clone said.

Ragnar nodded and got to work. Many years passed, as he was taught the basics. Slowly but surely he was taught everything that would be needed.

Over the course of billions of years Ragnar learned how to stop time for real. He only lacked one thing to do it now and that was power. He couldn't affect the things he want, until he's reached the seventh dimension

He parted ways with his clone and returned back to reality.

"Ragnar!" Maja said and tried to punch him in the stomach. But Ragnar paused her time and walked to the side casually. Afterwards he started her time again and she punched the air. Disappointed she turned to Ragnar with a pout and said. "Meanie, why didn't you let me punch you?"

Ragnar gained q tick mark from her question and answered. "Why the fuck would I you crazy girl?"

"Hey, I'm not crazy, just different. That's what mom used to tell me, though father always said I was to sane for my own good. I should be more like it. Chaotic, destructive and evil. But I told father I only want to ruin families, not lives. I'm saving them after all. They'll see me as a heroine!" she said. Totally not sounding crazy.

"That's cool and all, but I don't remember asking!" Ragnar said to her. Maja pouted again and crept closer to him. Her slim fingers stretched out to his face and just as she was about to make contact, Ragnar was on the other side of the room.

"Now now, don't touch me. It doesn't sit well with me. You act a bit to much like Alice. The only difference is you flirting with me to begin with. She was shy about it. So tell me one thing, why are you flirting?"

"Well, I'm trying to make you fall for me off course. When I do, we can have one child and one daughter. Then I can kill all three of you and finally understand how good it feels to lose a family!" she said. "Ah the bliss!" she said, while stroking herself in weird places.

"Yeah,no, anyways lets part ways here. It was good knowing you Maja." Ragnar said.

"Can you bring me to the one I'm worthy of meeting?" Ragnar asked. With a face morphed into human form, the Time Raptor nodded and said.

"For clearing two of the trails with perfect scores, Ragnar, the original timeline is allowed to meet an alpha!" it said and turned to Ragnar.

"Good luck my boy. The one you're meeting is a bit, how do I say it. Ruthless!" it told him and Ragnar audibly gulped, as an affect. He couldn't care less about some cocky bastard.

Ragnar felt his time and space distort but didn't resist, as he was fully capable of nowadays.

He appeared in front of an old man, in his sixties. Though he was obviously older.

"Greetings, my name is Zeldrak." the old man said and Ragnar nodded.

"My name is Ragnar, though you already know that don't you?"

"Of course I do, well, I'm supposed to answer your questions. So, you know ask away." the old man told Ragnar.

"What is really happening? One second I think I'm a human, that became a god. The other I think I'm part of chaos. Then I think I'm some loved entity, with the perfect father. Then I turn out to be hated and

hunted. What am I and is my current final conclusion correct, or will it change like all other times?"

"Wise question young boy. You are Ragnar, never forget that. Your parents actions doesn't define you, neither does your race. You will never be hated by our kind, only if you were to attack us and do something evil against us, would we dislike you. You are the original timeline and that can never change. Your race is a hybrid. We don't have a name for it, but all hybrids fall into one category. It's a race known as Eminento Tyrannicus. It's a rare race that usually isn't born. Even though mixing is normal, its random if one is born this race. Usually they just become one of the randoms they are the offsprings off. This race are called this because they are eminent and tyrannical. Some known in this race are the writer, Orcus and The one without a name. Many other exist, but we don't know much about them. Already at young age they can escape the boundaries of this era. Many therefore reside in future eras, or earlier eras. But even they are bound to one thing, the original timeline. Now as to answer your question, no Ragnar, you won't change your race and it seems your system needs a bit of help!" it said

The next second Ragnar could feel a change.

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This is how the system had looked ever since his adventure with Ratri. But now something changed

[Name: Ragnar

Race: Eminento Tyrannicus of Nightwater

Power: Seventh dimensional (sealed) current power Sixth dimensional 35 layers out of a hundred

Realm: somewhat made

Worshipers: A whole city of powerful beings.

Skills: (I Am Nightwater, Nightwater Is Me!) (Nightwater) (Absolute control of Nightwater) (Absolute fusion of Nightwater and swordsmanship) (The birther)....

Titles: (The Hated) (The Loved) (Feared by all who knows the truth) (Trickster's Toy) (Son of Bjorne) (The Original Timeline) (I'm an irregular, think again) (The seeker of vengeance) (The Swayed Fool).....]

Everything was beautiful. After so long he could finally see his system again. It could barley talk to him for the longest of times and now it was back again.

"Thank you, I'd like to ask another thing. Why was I born? Not to sound depressed, but I shouldn't have been, should I?" Ragnar asked.

"Right and wrong in a way. Chaos you should have never been born and your mother was supposed to be a Time Raptor. Ragnar listen to me and never forget this. Something is wrong with time itself, not you!" It said and Ragnar was even more confused but he just nodded.

"Let me ask something else then. You don't seem to want to tell me why the timeline is wrong or whatever. How do I increase my powers as fast as possible?" he asked.

"That's simple, train inside time itself, you'll find it a worthy partner. One day you might even train in existence itself, or nothingness. Because, there is a thing you don't know my little boy. All energies, powers concepts, they use energy from the eight dimension, thats been strained in the seventh and then lessened even more. Meaning you actually access a flow you shouldn't!"

(Author here: I'm sorry :( I was sick and didn't feel like writing a chapter. Anyways, please check out my other book, The Deity. Also drop a review or power stone, author out :) )