"AAHHHHHhhhhhh..." No. 2093's voice slowly dwindled off as he went down.
The four High Heavens gathered and watched as Heaven No. 2093 fell from Heaven City down to the lower realms.
"I still think you're being too harsh on him, No. 1." That was High Heaven No. 4, the peacekeeper and negotiator of Heaven City. "We could've found a compromise, somehow..."
"Well I don't think so. He had it coming." High Heaven No. 2's voice rose in anger. "Do you know how many times I've had to catch him and get him back here?"
He shook his head. High Heaven No. 3, a thin old man sporting a long beard - and the taskmaster of Heaven City - interjected.
"That boy has caused us to lose hundreds of perfectly good stories. The Reader will be pleased to see him go." No. 3 then pondered for a moment, before adding, "He's so lazy and childish. I don't think he could make even one good story, let alone one story for all 6 continents."
"Alright, enough chatter. All Hope is not lost for No. 2093. He can still communicate with us in the Heavenly Realm, so if any request ever come your way, No. 3, approve or disapprove at your own discretion." High Heaven No. 1 ended the conversation with finality.
...
"...hhhhhhHHHHHAA!"
Splash!
Heaven No. 2093 landed in the oceans disoriented. He quickly froze himself a small iceberg to stand on before catching his breath.
"Where... am I?" Heaven pondered for a moment before opening a mental channel with High Heaven No. 4. "Hey, uhh... Auntie, could I please... have all the information that you have on Story World 2093?"
Awkwaard, awkward. Hopefully High Heaven No. 4 doesn't ask why I don't know ANYTHING about my OWN world...
"Sure. Just a quick question though... No. 2093, have you ever actually checked in on your world before? Why don't you know anything about World 2093..." High Heaven No. 4 hesitantly asked.
"AHH!! Don't ask! Whatever! Anyways, just send the info!" Heaven No. 2093 began yelling over her. After the information was sent, he quickly shut off the mental channel.
Let's see what Story World 2093 is about.
[Report on Story World 2093]
World Type: Multi-Dimension/World
Suitable For: QT/World-Hopping Genre
General Info:
Story World 2093 is made up of 6 completely distinct, isolated continents. Each continent is suitable for different genres and differ in both culture, power systems, technology and environment.
The Continents:
Central Cities - A large floating city the size of an entire continent located at the centre of World 2093. Futuristic level of technology and modern customs/culture. Utilises a game-like power system, based off repeating tasks to get EXP and grow in strength. Suitable for Urban, Futuristic, Sci Fi.
Ice Caves - An ice continent with many tunnels and caves, located north of World 2093. Steampunk level technology and relatively ancient-style customs/culture. Utilises a rune/word based power system, focused on carving runes/words to empower objects or living beings. Suitable for Steampunk, Magic-Fantasy, Action.
Eastern Reaches - A continent filled with mountains, valleys and rivers, located east of World 2093. Wuxia level technology and customs/culture. Utilises a cultivation style power system, focused on gathering qi, comprehending martial arts and learning spells. Suitable for Wuxia, Action-Adventure, Philosophical.
Thousand Islands - A far-reaching archipelago made up of over a thousand islands, located south of World 2093. Pirate-Era level technology and customs/culture. Utilises a storytelling power system, focused on dreaming, imagining and reading stories to gain powers from them. Suitable for Pirate, Eldritch, Action-Adventure.
Great Wilds - A sprawling jungle continent located west of World 2093. Ancient level of technology and a mix of Hunter-Gatherer, Nature-focused customs/culture. Utilises spirit/beast taming and artefact-creation power system, focused on making contracts with nature. Suitable for Magic-Fantasy, Action-Adventure, Philosophical.
Dark Plains - An eternally dark desert filled with monsters, located at the centre of World 2093, directly underneath the Central Cities. Medieval level technology and desert nomadic customs/culture. Utilises negative emotion power system, focused on collecting negative emotions to get stronger. Suitable for Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Dark.
[End of Report]
*Note: Further Information is to be gathered by World 2093's Admin/Manager.
Reading the last line, a rare sense of shame swept across Heaven No. 2093 before escaping just as fast.
He looked up at the sun to gauge his bearings.
"Right! Central Cities, huh? Sounds fun! Let's see... That would be north of here." No. 2093 looked at the wide expanse of the sea before sighing.
"I guess it's time to start running..."
...
"Gasp!"
Heaven No. 2093 washed up ashore on the Dark Plains' coastline.
"Wow, the report wasn't kidding." He looked up at the sky, where the sun had been hidden by a city of inconceivable size. To those with mortal vision, even the city's base was too far away to view.
Glancing up at the base of the city once more, he took a deep breath and summoned all 28 of his clones.
"Okay everyone, gather round! Form a circle." No. 2093 organised the rowdy rabble. As the clones gathered into a circle, the 28 clones all put their hands together in the middle, and Heaven's main body landed on the unstable platform.
"Right! On 3, everyone throw me up! Full strength!"
The seconds ticked down. 3... 2...
One.
Each clone strained and tensed their body, utilising the powerful muscles granted to them ever since their first ascension.
Woosh! Heaven No. 2093 flew through the air at incredible speeds, causing clouds to scatter and part. A passing bird got swept up by the twisting air currents and lost all of its feathers. As No. 2093 flew, he began to shapeshift into a cloak and mask.
Yeah, I bet this is gonna look cool as hell. Now I gotta pick a cool name too...
BANG!
Heaven No. 2093 finally reached the base, creating a huge dent. Quickly reacting, he dug his fingers into the metal plates to stop his fall and recollected his clones. He began his climb to the edge of the base, making clanking sounds every time his fingers pierced the metal.
On the way to the base, Heaven No. 2093 had plenty of time to think about a new name. Should I just use the name of an existing MC? Hmm... nah!
Heaven No. 2093 wasn't afraid of many things, but being accused of plagiarism or getting hit with copyright laws was definitely one of them.
What kind of things do I do all the time? What kind of name would fit me, but also sound REALLY cool?
"Why not try, Lawless?" High Heaven No. 4 couldn't help but interject.
"Huh? Hey, I thought I shut down the mental channel!" Lawless protested.
"Oh, sorry. I couldn't help it. How about using the name Outlaw?" High Heaven No. 4 sounded sheepish, but she still kept making stupid suggestions. At least, that's what Outlaw thought. Does this annoying Auntie think I'm a joke?
"Then what about trying the name Idiot!" High Heaven No. 4 was definitely trying not to laugh. Even a name like Skitter would be better.
"NO! I liked the other two better, but still! Stop it!" Idiot couldn't help but to raise his voice. "And just WHO keeps changing my name!"
Sorry, Idiot.
"Well, I suppose the only other thing you do is wander between other Heaven's Story Worlds..." High Heaven No. 4's voice cut off as Idiot shut down the mental channel again.
Finally reaching the edge of the base, Idiot ascended the towering walls and entered Central Cities under the cover of invisibility.
"... Wow." In all of his times wandering to other Story Worlds, Idiot never imagined that his own could ever be so beautiful. Neon lights, high-rise buildings, highways and roads branching from building to building like some sort of web...
And the people!
While some were normal-looking, others had mechanical modifications to their body parts. Others had animal parts replacing their own instead.
Was that a lizardman? Idiot was very impressed. So! All this time, it turns out that it was ME who had the most impressive Story World.
Aside from the unusual body types, the clothes were all over the place too. Despite Idiot's previous worries that he might stand out too much, some people wandering the streets looked so outrageous that Idiot's outfit paled in comparison.
Idiot then began to wander the streets, watching the impressive technology boast throughout holograms, portals and even flying people. Soon, however, the city's illusion of glamour and beauty faded when Idiot entered the poor districts.
Unlike the dazzling, almost bragging atmosphere and wonder of the normal and rich districts, the poor district had a dismal look of decay. Diseased people lay out in the open on the sidewalks, rotting alive and waiting to die. Others were surrounded in alleyways, getting organs removed by gangs.
Without noticing, Idiot had already wandered into an isolated area, and a gang was waiting at the ready.
"Hey kid... hand over your organs peacefully and we won't have to do this the hard way." The ringleader, a man with half his face replaced with metal, leered at Idiot. "Don't worry. You won't die - the city still has its "No Kill" rule after all."
He then pondered for a moment before adding, "But we will replace your organs with low-quality mechanical ones of course. And, you're gonna have to come to us and pay if you want maintenance."
"Hehe. Ha! And I was just starting to feel down because of this atmosphere." Idiot was happy that he finally got a chance to beat people up.
Woosh!
A ring of ice spread out from Idiot's body and froze all the gang members up to their waists. Then, Idiot sprung forward, ready to pummel them.
...
"Who... who are you..." The ringleader's weak voice sounded out from his beaten, broken body.
Idiot thought for a moment - turned to leave - and as he walked away, his voice rang out.
"Me? I... am the Wanderer."