Chapter 195 Restore

Cronus was personally taught by Ragnar for hundreds of years to come. Scythemanship, time, or just diplomatic tactics, all was taught to Cronus. By the end of his training, he had reached perfect understanding of what he was and what he would become. But Cronus had one last trial, set course the motions that would form the very sixth dimension's future.

The day he finished his training, trialing times were ahead of him.

Gaea and Cronus set up an ambush. When Uranus laid with his wife, Cronus struck. He sliced his precious parts, castrating him. Then he threw his genitals into the ocean and casted Uranus into the pits of tartarus. It is unknown if Uranus stayed in tartarus or left, leaving Gaea and his people behind.

After that Cronus came to rule the titans. As his race were called such, they were the primordial embodiment of the titans, of the fifth dimension and would later on become the sixth dimensions representatives. Even later the sixth dimensional beings themselves, no longer servants.

Many years would pass and Nyx, an old friend of his came to him. She told him of her eventual fate. She could not stay there any longer. For she were to ascend the day after and so it happened. In a mesmerizing dark night, the moon was nought and the sun long gone. Glitters of starlight long forgotten, there the goddess of night strudel. Her outer and inner begotten. A new form would become and her life as Nyx the primordial of night shackled her no longer. Now she flied, stood and swam, all in the nights endless pillars of sand.

Cronus was so mesmerized he gazed at the night every time it would come. He wished to be like her, a being of such caliber. All he had known till that very moment was a lie. He was insignificant and so were all his family and peers. But now, now he knew, now he longed. He too would reach her pinnacle and become like her.

Cronus knew his life mission. It was simply, "acts as thou wouldst become more. Be as thou was before." Was the words Ragnar left, before he too returned to the seventh dimension. The very place Cronus wished to be graced by. So he never relented, he ate his children, forced his wife to give birth to more and ate them too. Then one day he ate the stone. Accomplished he felt, now wait was all that's left.

Right he was, the child of titan, pronounced as god. He stormed his castle and servant he sought to become. Many years went by, time will always fly, but that time was so long for Cronus and his child Zeus. A man of anger and fear, he would rest his father's parade. Fail he did not and the scythe cut open the stomach of Cronus, freeing the children Cronus loved so dearly. But this was for the greater good. For him and his children.

Cronus intentionally lost the war against his unripe children and was casted into the caves of Nyx. There Ragnar once more came, alone he was not. Next to him, Nyx stood. Older and wiser, stronger and more astonishing. Her arm rested on Ragnar's shoulder, close to the being of great power.

"You are to stand trial in front of time. Who knowns your limits my friend!" Ragnar told Cronus and Cronus shock in anticipation. Finally he too would reach new hight. Years of suffering would finally be rewarded.

(Back to Cronus explaining)

"I stood in front of time itself and I was not granted Alphahood. Instead it offered me an accord, one I could not deny. I became a vassal of its might and returned to my friend. More you shalt know, this is enough for your final stride!

"Now you've reached the 70th layer and will be trailed in a different way then me. To continue to grow, Norse mythology must be defeated. For that deal can not be broken, it is bound to your soul, as they say. But the soul is a collective consciousness belonging to Soul. While we simply have a mind, that we referred to as soul from time to time for convenience.

"Good luck and I wish you success!" Cronus told me and finally I reached the 70th layer.

My power skyrocketed, but I also felt it lock in place. Before I defeat Norse mythology, I would be trapped in the sixth dimension.

Without wasting more time I left the course of time and returned to my timeline. Instead of entering Cronus realm I entered the only place I had left. Where all my worshipers resided. The only place Alice couldn't get to and destroy.

It had been millions of years outside the course of time and many of my followers had reached new hight. But they were fated to never be able to ascend beyond that, that is until I become seventh dimensional. I can make them into Nightwater Vermin then. Speaking of Nightwater Vermin they're doing just fine. The construction of my realm was almost complete.

Now some might say something like, why is it taking so long and why aren't you doing it yourself. It's simple really, my powers aren't really made for a realm! But I'm forcing it to be and that takes some time. Because of how long it takes I have my Nightwater Vermin do it in my stead.

The realm I had made for my worshipers hadn't aged very well. Millions of years without a leader had turned the place into a wasteland. But those who survived said wasteland reached new hight. But this isn't enough, I need more followers.

'System, can I pause the rewards for completing a quest so when I defeat Norse mythology I'll gain all the layers I haven't received yet?' I asked, knowing that I needed to increase my amount of followers. As going to war doesn't take one person, if that one person is only equal to the strength of the enemy's leader.

(Host can do that and so, so much more! The system just like the hist bathed in the rivers of time. There is nothing the system doesn't know and as of now the system can be of use once more. So please don't forget that!) the system said. Almost begging me to ask for its help more.

'Sure I'll keep that in mind. Then mind telling me what the best course of actions is right now?'

(Host should recreate the trials for its followers and remodel the realm. Increase the size drastically and split it into two parts. The area of struggle where beings will reside until they reach the peak of the fifth dimension. Then they will be moved to the area of peace where all peak fifth dimensional followers reside. This way you can split the new from the old and make it more fair for the beginners. We also need to remodel this wasteland and make it more livable again!

(Afterwards the host should use its Nightwater to recruit trillions of followers each millisecond. Or even more, depending on how skilled the host is. While the hist is back, host should regroup with Hephaestus and his pantheon that's grown astonishingly over the years you were gone. They will be a good backbone. While at it you should also go and get Ratri, as she's a good friend and will be very helpful. But for the love of all, don't forget the crazy girl known as Maja, she'll kill you if you do!)

'Anything else system, or should I get started?'

(After all of that is done, host should start preparing for the war. Speak to Loki, Surtr and all of those little rebels!)

'Right, almost forgot about them.' I said.

"So much to do, with so little time." I said out loud and began my mission.

A whirlwind of Nightwater spread through the realm and all the residents noticed the energy. All of them recognized their lords power. Worship came instantly, as they bowed and prayed to their lord, that being me.

My powers erased all buildings, all the filth and moved my worshipers to a different part of the realm. I placed a ward that would keep all that weren't peak fifth dimensional out and all who were inside. Then I created an ever expanding city, with training halls, artificial fighting grounds, that would infinitely change. The battle grounds that would from, would be formed from all the different war environments I'd seen when I experienced the rivers of time. This way they would have no short comings. There would always also be randomized combat, so they wouldn't know the abilities of their enemies and keep themself at the edge at all times. They would become absolute powerhouses, with great combat experience.

Last step was to make all beings within my realm immortal. Their physical form couldn't die and their soul form couldn't be affected as long as they were in my realm.

Afterwards I left them and started the next step, recruitment of new worshipers. I changed nothing about the trials from before, granted all of them my system. To put it simply, my system is me, but also it's own entity with its own powers, based of myself. It could spread itself to all I bless and the stronger I get, the easier it could do it.

I made an ever expanding city and just like before there was a ranking to the citizens. Then I created an infinite dungeon with a billion floors. The monsters were stronger in each floor and would be used as exp for the worshipers. Something that's useless to the old ones, now that they're at their peak.

I made housing, some stores and made it possible to access the dungeon at any time while inside the realm and I was all set and done. From now on this would be my home, so I connected the realm ti my own realm of Nightwater. Then I was done.

I extended a slight part of my consciousness to recruit new worshipers and left. Now I had to visit Hephaestus. Apparently he became a first layer while I was away, meaning he was Sixth dimensional.

Using the mark I left on him, I was able to find his exact location inside his realm known as Greek mythology. I traveled to the realm and felt an invisible barrier blocking me. Even the me now couldn't enter.

"What the hell!" I said out loud. This was some serious sh!t how could they make something so powerful casually.

Something appeared to my left, with a dagger to my throat. Hilarious if you ask me.

"What business do you have with us!" it asked. But I couldn't take the girl seriously and started laughing at her. Then I walked through the barrier like it was never there and looked at her. Her mouth was wide open, as she stared holes in my body.

"Tell Hephaestus that Ragnar is here, don't want to be rude and intrude on his personal life as of yet!"

The girl did as told, knowing she had no chance against me. If I was a normal sixth dimensional and not an weakened Eminento Tyrannicus then I would never been able to enter. But with my powers it was really simple.

Soon I could feel a ripple of energy coming towards me and there he was the man the myth the ledge d Hephaestus. The new king of Olympus.

"You really improved this place while I was gone buddy!" I said.

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