20 what for what?
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With the Epilogue of IM having moved forward one more chapter(two or three more left to go!), I figured I'd do some RPing, with a comedic touch:
Diary of Enerjak, Entry I
Home sweet home. Construction is moving along wonderfully; these Egyptians seem to know all about building monuments, so this wasn't too difficult for them.
Now, I would have built it myself, but possessing only my natural link to the Chaos Force - significantly weakened in this realm it seems; perhaps there is no Chaos Force here? - and a single emerald, it's difficult to do things like I used to. The emerald's primary use is to extend my lifespan, allowing me to survive the countless millennia I'll likely have to endure before I can return to my home zone.
Of course, I have all the time in the world. There are billions, if not trillions or quadrillions, of worlds and universes for those two to search to find me, whereas I already know where I have to go. Chances are high I'll reach my goal before they reach theirs, hahaha!
As for using my powers, I have tested them, and the results have been subpar.
I discovered Core extraction isn't as easy as it was before. Hmm. Guess I'll have to reserve it for my worst opponents. I can't seem to create Prelates as readily as before either; I will use them sparingly. In the meantime, I can at least ensure the Cores suffer eternal torment.
Older individuals are easier to extract from than the younger. Perhaps the soul has weaker glue in that state?
As for my prowess with Chaos Energy, I tried to move a small island the other day. The waters churned as if energy was being exerted, but the island did not move... except maybe an inch? Maybe two?
All I know is I've been out of touch with some semblance or mortality for so long, I lost control of my bowels I was so busy focusing on moving the island. Wonderful. Seems I get all the perks of immortality and mortality.
I remember the good ole days, where I was able to destroy hundreds of fleets singlehandedly, or reduce entire metropolises to rubble if they dared side with the forces of evil.
Traveler. I do not know if you can hear me but... I have a message for you. My diary will keep track of it, and I hope you understand the meaning:
I!
HATE!
THAT!
HEDGEHOG!