The Event part I – Sore Loser

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Title: Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer
Synopsis: Our MC dies from an accidental electrocution and ends up inhabiting the body of a young prince in another world, his new profession being the Necromancer he chose in the game he was playing before his untimely demise. However, things are not what they seem - including his own Necromancy skills!
Tags: Antihero, Firearms, Goddesses, Necromancer, Male Protagonist.
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‘BANG!’

Above a previously tranquil forest, a mushroom cloud could be seen. There was an explosion of deep purple energies and flames both green and black. A silhouette shot backward out of a mushroom cloud of smoke. A youth in white clothes was sent crashing through hundreds of trees before brutally crashing, making a massive crater in the ground.

“You b***h!” The youth quickly climbed up, in spite of his body being covered in blood and bruises. His previously perfect clothing was now a mess. The youth spat on the ground in contempt, “To think that an immortal would attack a junior. You are unworthy of your status!”

“Foolish beast. Do you believe yourself blessed by fate? A beast will always be a beast, and my disciple losing to you is totally unjustified,” said a soft and ethereal voice. There was a subtle seductive quality in her voice that made men hallucinate about beauties in the springtime.

“Unjustified? You blame your inadequacies on my superior heritage? Is it my fault your disciple was born a lowly human? Are you such a sore loser?” said the youth in white with vicious and undisguised contempt. In fact, he did not actually dislike humans. His brother was half-human, and one of his father’s wives was human. However, the human woman in front of him deserved death! How dare she assault him just because her disciple had been defeated in fair competition? The youth wanted nothing more than to devour her source essence.

Whose fault was it that her disciple didn’t last more than three breathes under the assault of his nirvana flame?

He spat on the ground and continued to rave, “Sansa, pah! Luerong, Pah! That’s what I think of you and your b***h disciple. I should have bent her over during the match, and given the crowd a real show!”

“Be silent, you wastrel. Sylknarius Tricko, heir to the title of Sephiroth on the Anubis Great World. Without that flame, what are you really? Trash at my feet,” there was a peerlessly glamorous and chocolatey brown-skinned woman floating high in the skies above the crater. This so-called Sansa was wearing a sexy green low-cut dress, that revealed many of her stunning assets.

Unfortunately, her incredible face lacked all emotion as she raised her hand, condensing a spear of light made from various energies. The youth could feel death on the tip of that energy spear, his back becoming drenched in cold sweat. For the first time in his existence, the youth in white felt a bit anxious. As this woman clenched her first, the energies pouring into the spear became volatile and fearsome.

‘Am I going to die? Impossible! My father is the World Devouring Sky Jackal! I have the blood of the Infinity Black Phoenix! I am a mighty Cosmos Devouring Sky Wolf! I will not perish here!’

As he had this thought, raging green and black flames appeared around the youth like an unstoppable inferno. Sylknarius Tricko stood up with his back straight as a sword and stared at the woman in the sky. His gaze penetrated deep into her eyes, giving the beautiful woman pause.

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Unfortunately, the woman only sneered while she released her clenched fist. The spear made up of powerful energies instantly shot forward. As the youth in white prepared to take in his last breath, he saw something he would never forget.

“Sylvester, run!” another child with a steaming golden sword suddenly jumped in front of the youth in white, before slashing out with all his might.

“X, no!” Screamed Sylknarius Tricko, but it was too late. The spear of light pierced through them both like paper, as their bodies exploded into a bloody mess of gore and flesh. Their soul forms then collapsed to the ground unable to move. The last thing the youth in white saw was the gorgeous green-clothed woman land right in from of them. She was performing various hand seals which sent large sealing runes into the two confined souls.

“San…sa…Blacc…” these were the last words Sylknarius Tricko managed to think before everything faded away.
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In his dream, the youth appeared a few hundred years younger and had a body the size of a four-year-old boy. Sylknarius Tricko was seated cross-legged in front of a wizened elder in grey garments, who looked similar to an old dog. This seemed to be one of the ancestors of his father’s clan, he had studied under many such elders in his early days. The elder spoke enthusiastically about the story he was narrating.

“There is an old legend amongst the most powerful clans in history,” stated the elder sagely, “The legends speak of a timeless battle, that transcended the capabilities of the Universal Dao, which governs all of us in this Divine Universe.

“Two legendary immortal warriors, true ancient pharaohs with the power of creation, battled a total of seven times, each battle lasting for seven centuries, with a battle occurring every seven millennia. This battle of universal peace and order versus universal chaos and supremacy, that was threatening to destroy the entire great universe. As a result, all the races were forced to pick a side to support. The True Pharaoh of Universal Chaos reigned as the victor in the end. With his victory came the birth and destruction of galactic star area realms within the Divine Universe.”

“So then the True Pharaoh of Universal Peace was killed?” the little boy in white was stunned.

“Unfortunately for the True Pharaoh of Universal Chaos, beings of that level could never truly die. Especially so for the True Pharaoh of Universal Peace. He was blessed with the strongest soul and body constitution in existence. His soul itself exceeded the limits of this Divine Universe! It stood on par with the nine heavens, the divine ennead. The True Pharaoh of Universal Peace’s soul can produce or merge with any type of energy! This included the magical energy of the nine heavens, the power that structures our entire existence, the legendary Dark Matter! The Infinity Soul.” Said the elder.

“What’s that Grandpa? What dark matter? What’s an Infinity Soul?” Asked the little boy in white, Sylvester.

“The Infinity Soul harmonizes the heavens. The Infinity Soul brings balance to cancerous forces. The capabilities of the Infinity Soul, within this universe, are truly infinite. This is because the Infinity Soul is an existence that exceeds the world, able to stand on par with the heavens. Perhaps, it transcends the highest skies! The True Pharaoh of Chaos knew he couldn’t honestly kill the one who possesses the Infinity Soul.

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“This could be considered his life’s only rival, and arch nemesis.” said the old dog, “So he stripped the other True Pharaoh’s soul of all its magical properties, even paying the price to severely damage the Infinity Soul flame, which contained the True Pharaoh of Universal Peace’s remnant consciousness, personality, and the memories of life. The True Pharaoh of Chaos even plundered all his inner worlds, changing everything of value into cosmic energy seal stones, which he scattered across the universe. These seal stones are what came to be known as Cosmic Eggs, due to their shape and design.”

“So that’s what a cosmic egg is,” The child nodded in understanding. However, he had discovered a problem. He couldn’t possibly have been told what a cosmic egg was before now. He was far older when he had even first heard of this so-called ‘cosmic egg.’ The little boy in white had begun to realize that this was no memory of his. This wasn’t a dream. He didn’t actually know this man he referred to as ‘grandpa.’ So then who was the old man in front of himself, and what was behind this illusion?

“After being scattered for countless millions of years, the Infinity Soul has finally neared completion. You were almost complete. However, a big chunk of you is missing. Now, fate has interfered, taking control of the steering wheel. The other half of you awaits. The Infinity Soul’s return will herald in a new age. It will change fate, and rewrite history with its mighty influence.” Said the elder, looking at the little boy in front of him deeply.

“Yes but…how does this involve me, Grandpa?” said Sylvester skeptically. The old man’s smile was mischievous as if he had long since realized that the boy would discover he wasn’t dreaming.

“You will forever be involved. You have been branded by fate! There is no Infinity Soul without you, and no you without the Infinity Soul.” The sound of the elder’s voice echoed heavily in the youth’s mind, leaving him one last message before sending him once into unconsciousness once more, “If you want freedom, then you must be patient! Only the God of Infinity can create your dream!”
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Jay
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Cool intro

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