Time Twister

System Version 2.0 (Upgrade requirements: Unknown)

Void Biological-Data lifeform, bound to host.

Xander Cloverfield

Lvl 7

Master-9

Str: 2700

Vit: 10^,

Int: ?

Dex: 2700

Luck: ?

Comprehension:

s.p.a.ce-Time: 27%

Yin-Yang: 20%

Life-Death: 20%

Order: 12%

Chaos: 12%

Skills:

Time Mastery: Max

s.p.a.ce Mastery: Max

Yin Mastery: 2/10

Yang Mastery: 2/10

Life Mastery: 2/10

Death Mastery: 2/10

Order Mastery: 1/10

Chaos Mastery: 1/10

Void Mastery: 0/10

System of cultivation: Magician

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He was happy about the change in his attributes; for one, they were now higher than his peers, around 50% higher. As long as he continues building his cultivation skill, his body attributes wouldn"t lag compared to others. Weirdly, however, was that his vitality had broken the current limit the system could calculate, but he could only see a 1 at the end. He wasn"t sure if it just increased 1 point or more than that. Another good thing he discovered was that his magic energy reserve was to the point he could cast [Twilight Sonata] once in an area of 1,000 light-years.

That wasn"t the only benefit of his cultivation skill, however. During the Magic meditation, his body had begun absorbing nomological truths from the elements he had comprehended, allowing his body to be resistant to the elements based on his comprehension. His body can already resist pseudo-spells made from Mythic rank spells or lower, receiving no damage or effect at all. He wondered if his comprehension improved as well as the absorption of his body of nomological truths, he could be immune to Advanced and Legendary rank spells, or even Mythic rank spells, once he reached Legendary cla.s.s.

Although these benefits might seem a big deal for Xander, it wasn"t in the wider scheme of things; the universe has an abundance of G.o.d cultivators who had created their own G.o.d rank spells and some of the ancient, powerful families had all their most talented, heavenly gifted descendants use G.o.d rank spells of their ancestors or others as their pseudo-spells. However, he could at least say that he was at par at some cultivation geniuses in the universe.

He canceled the time acceleration around the planet, letting the time sync with the universal time. The concentrated elemental particles and energy rapidly dispersed all over the planet. However, Xander was merely waiting, before reverting the time using [Time Reversal], returning the planet"s time exactly it was before, added with a few seconds. The elemental particles rapidly whisked out of existence, and the plants, animals, and insects that died came back to life, with the beings born at this period returning to nothingness again.

It wasn"t the kind of [Time Reversal] when he did it to individual targets; it was an AoE spell this time, and it felt like Xander was rolling the films back to the very beginning, forcing the film below to match the film movement above.

After the two "films" were at sync and moving at the same time, Xander erased any traces he might have left on the planet, and teleported back to his room. He checked the time, and saw that only 28 minutes had pa.s.sed.

He was now considering what to do for his breakthrough to Legendary cla.s.s.

Having a primary element of s.p.a.ce-time, he only needed to select 2 representations, 1 for each element.

Having a 27% total comprehension was not to say that the representations of s.p.a.ce and time elements were only understood 27%. It just means that the easier concepts/representations had been understood and deduced completely, while others are still unknown or have a very, very low understanding of.

He tried focusing on the s.p.a.ce-time comprehension percentage, hoping he could get a breakdown of the representations. To his surprise, he was able to do so, which made him more at awe with what the System can do and the G.o.d that designed it.

[s.p.a.ce-Time Element

Total comprehension: 27%

Representations unlocked: 96/108

s.p.a.ce representations: 48/54

Time representations: 48/54]

When he selected to view the s.p.a.ce representations, a list showed with the corresponding percentage.

He had noticed some representations were already nearly perfect, some were quite low, with a few being very, very close to zero in terms of comprehension. If he selected any of the representations of s.p.a.ce that was already 100%, he would be considered Legendary-9 if the representation of the Time element was also more than 30%.

When he checked the Time representations, a similar list popped out, albeit with some... glitches? There were some representations that were shown near the top, but had a ?? value, indicating the System may not have the capacity to quantify it, or that it has no sufficient data to build it up.

Upon seeing the two lists, Xander now had to compare which one was the best combination between s.p.a.ce and Time element, since it would also determine the domain he would create in Mythic Cla.s.s.

Dimensionality and alternate reality: Maybe I could form a domain that can trap people into a samsaric cycle whoever enters it? That sounds risky and boring. Not only that, but he also has a spell for that already.

Wait, how about Superimposition and Alternate Reality? This seems to be a good combination. He could probably generate a domain that can cause their alternate selves from a different timeline to superimpose to their existence, replacing their data. But he can already do this to someone using [Timeline Superimposition] though.

Agh, I"ll think about this next time, Xander thought to himself. He headed to his bed and lied down and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

The last thoughts he had was whether the mystery peeper looking at him at a distance since a few days ago would fall into a trap he had set, hehe.

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Xander"s manor, nightfall. It was close to midnight, and the guard in charge was going to change already for their shifts. The 2 maids were backups, deployed in the shadows, undetectable even to Mythic cultivators.

After all, the twins were talented to a subset of the Darkness element: Shadow element. After the shift change, an alert resounded from one of the girls, Esta, causing Rosa to come out of hiding as well and attempted to contact the other guards. No response. She attempted to shout towards the villa to alert them; no response.

Communications were down. She"s probably in a domain, isolating her voice. So Wave element? Since Esta was discovered, that means that the person is also proficient at the element of Darkness.

A mythic cla.s.s a.s.sa.s.sin? Or maybe someone stronger? As her thoughts whirled, Rosa prepared her abilities and was continuously on guard, even against her own shadow. Her body was surrounded by a magic barrier as well.

After a few seconds of silence, Rosa was more alert than ever. She was looking around when she felt that sense of impending crisis loom over. She began casting her AoE spells around, in an attempt to discover where the attack will happen.

A second later, a blade was jutting out of her chest, seemingly coming from the inside of her body, causing Rosa to constrict her eyes in disbelief, before falling down. She never would have thought that the person would utilize the darkness inside her body to transport the method of attack.

After a while, a man walked out, one of his hands stained with blood. He placed it on top of Rosa"s body which immediately melted into darkness as if it never existed.

The man muttered, "Do I really have to go in and investigate? I thought I was only to watch from a distance..." the man muttered. In truth, he was suspicious. The reason was that he only received the call of the superior earlier today, via his communicator. Only he and the Lord knew their personal numbers, and the program server they used was very, very secure and encrypted that the mainframe server would alert them that they have been compromised. He also tested the caller several times, as part of the protocol, to ensure it was really the supervisor, and he pa.s.sed.

Yet, the man couldn"t help shake off an ominous feeling, like something bad was about to happen if he entered the building. That was why he decided to kill the guards and maids first before attempting to restrain the target before shipment. That was to ensure all possible variables were removed.

Two down, 3 more to go. Huh, quite inefficient amounts of guards. Why won"t he hire his own, I wonder, thought the man. He headed towards the man standing guard at the entrance of the villa. It had a structure of one way in, one way out. No one was actually guarding the other parts of the villa, such as the walls and such.

He appeared behind the guard and instantly sliced off Bryan"s head, who had no idea what was happening. Before the head fell, it rapidly turned into liquid darkness, along with the body.

He then headed to the other places where the guards were staying. One was in the open field, training, while the other one was by the garden, watering the plants. He quickly took care of the remaining two. One of them, Ryan, was quite perceptive and had attempted to escape his domain and head towards the villa, in an attempt to alert his boss, maybe? Pity he was a tad too slow, slow for someone who was a DemiG.o.d.

Yes, the man that has been watching Xander was a DemiG.o.d a.s.sa.s.sin scout, focusing on stealth, ambush, and a.s.sa.s.sination skills. Their elements are usually the discreet types, such as Darkness or subsets of it, poison, and decay elements.

Upon killing the last guard, he found himself immediately transported to the middle of the hall inside the villa, with alarm bells ringing off in his mind.

He attempted to leave but realized that no matter how fast he moved, he never got close to the doors. This alarmed him greatly, when he heard a chuckle from the second floor, and a voice fluttering down.

"Since you"re already here, stay. Enjoy my house and the treats it can offer you, as long as you survive."

The whole villa then quakes for a moment, before returning to its still state after a while. The demiG.o.d scout felt something was amiss and saw from the window that he was in a different place. He recognized those flashing, twinkling points of light, allowing him to realize that he was in outer s.p.a.ce.

Many thoughts appeared in his mind, coming to a scary conclusion: He was out of his league here! He attempted to contact his supervisor and was shocked to hear the same voice that came from upstairs appear in his communicator.

"A shocker, isn"t it? Didn"t your employer tell you I didn"t like to be watched? Or is he just stupid?"

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"Your majesty, our a.s.sa.s.sin scout"s life signals just disappeared a moment ago."

"Oh? Which one? Why do you have to report this to me?"

"Milord, this is the one a.s.signed to Xander Cloverfield."

"Hmm.... interesting. What did the scout do moments before his disappearance? Have you discovered it?"

"Well, milord, I saw him approach the Xander Cloverfield"s villa and killed every guard placed. I had attempted to contact him, but no forms of communication could be reached, ranging from long-distance telepathy to the communicator. After a few minutes of entering the villa, his life signals had disappeared."

"Let me do a casual check." The man then closed his eyes and attempted to feel the location and state of his implanted seeds. Those seeds, were actually magic parasites, a unique lifeform that he had discovered and began cultivating. It allowed him to take note of the people around him and those that served him, ensuring that he can always kill or cripple them if they planned to betray him. A total of 99 seeds were scattered all over the planet, and 7 more in the Galactic Empire and the last one was in his butler. There were a total of 108 seeds, and the last seed was... still present, but quite far, very, very far to the point that he can only detect its state, but not its location or condition.

"He"s alive, but it seems he had been transported to a very, very far place, much further than the Galactic empire"s size."

"I see, thank you milord. I will update you if anything happens differently in the target"s villa."

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The demiG.o.d looked at the top of the staircase and saw no figure appear. What magicians hated the most was facing the unknown since they can never be sure of what to expect. Although he had items, and abilities to help out, it might not be useful in the end.

"Who are you? Mr. Cloverfield, I presume?"

"Nope. I"m your worst nightmare, Mr. Carlbray Aziz."

Upon hearing his name being uttered by the voice, Aziz quickly paled and began readying his abilities, silently casting his spells.

The voice boomed again, however, causing all his plans to be for naught.

"I declare, the s.p.a.ce around you to be unstable for elements and matter."

"I declare, the s.p.a.ce around you not produce any elements."

Immediately, the s.p.a.ce around 3-5 meters of him became a dead s.p.a.ce, with no matter or element particle or energy existing. All the spell models he was trying to cast collapsed and his domain had shrunk to surround his body alone, hanging on barely.

Of course, this was just dramatic effects. In truth, Xander had used [Void Rejection] and removed everything except s.p.a.ce and time elements in the area.

"So, Mr. Aziz, why is a respected scholar magician like you have a shocking hidden ident.i.ty, and to the point of following me around?"

Mr. Aziz, seeing that he couldn"t use any abilities at all, decided to rely on his attributes. His cultivation skill had focused on enhancing his attributes more than comprehension, to ensure that in a situation like this, he would be able to function.

However, when he had attempted to take a step closer to the stairs, more and more warning bells rung at his head, telling him that there was extreme danger and he would most likely die. He decided to listen and stopped at his tracks.

"Oh? Why have you stopped? You just need to walk or head over to the second floor. You can even fly, try it hehe." the voice sounded out, attempting to goad Aziz to kill himself.

Aziz, upon hearing his words, stopped and began to think about what should be his next course of action. Currently, he can deduce that the voice is trying to delay for time, seeing that it continued to talk rather than proceed to eliminate him, the invader.

At the same time, it"s possible that the voice is relying on the preset traps in the house, rather than his ability itself, which means that the voice"s origin may not be able to handle my power. Either that or the worst-case scenario: The owner of the voice needed time to cast his or her spell!

At this Aziz rapidly retreated and proceeded to exit any of the doors in the villa heading outside, attempting to risk it all.

However, it had the same phenomenon of never getting close enough to the door no matter how fast he moved or how far he walked.

"Oh~ it seems you realized I was delaying for time. No matter; I had already hacked to your communications server, allowing me to access the relevant people." Xander said, gathering all the data files, the voice recordings, etc. in the communication server.

"Your use has already expired. Bye bye~" Xander immediately finalized the casting of [Timeline Superimposition], copying a lot of traits from another Aziz existing in the universal reality and replacing the data of the current Aziz. Although it was only for 30-45 minutes, it was enough time to kill him and be done with it.

After completing the spell, Aziz"s body was replaced with a body of a frail old man, unable to cast any spells whatsoever. Realizing the changes happening in his body, he attempted to channel the energy he had from the universe, attempting to cancel out or reverse what was happening to him.

He was overjoyed to feel that his connection with the universe had not been removed and attempted to use it to cancel the spell that was placed on him, but it felt very rigorous and slow like it has been swamped in quicksand and or a sticky liquid that you can"t wash off easily.

Before Aziz could even think for his next step, an extreme sense of danger appeared, coming from all possible directions that he can go.

And then, nothing. It was all gone. Nothing was left of the house, of the demiG.o.d, and everything in a radius of 1 light-year was vanquished. Planets, stars, meteorites, comets; all these heavenly bodies, gone in a blink.

In the center of the spell, there were dazzling crystal-like seeds of black and white, emanating with the powers of Order and Chaos combined. The seeds were roughly the size of a toddler"s closed palm, each having their own different cut and minor details, but still retaining its seed-like shape. These were the byproducts of his spell, [Twilight Sonata]: Seeds of Creation and Destruction. It took him nearly 2 minutes to cast the spell properly since he was also using [Time Superimposition] at the same time.

Xander carefully touched each and every seed. The reason he did so was that these seeds were highly reactive, and if it was exposed to a tiny bit of elemental power, they would react, catalyzing into whatever they should be. He was, however, curious about what would happen if he planted one seed each on Eden. Would the sprites and magic beasts develop traits respective of the Order and Chaos elements? Would there appear an evil faction that will declare war to the whole Garden, attempting to conquer it, or self-destroy the pocket due to the property of destruction in the trees? What if the two grew side-by-side, or even grafting them together? Would their abilities and powers cancel out or amplify, since creation and destruction are byproducts of both Order and Chaos?

When Xander thought of this, he shook his head, and said to himself, "Let"s not, okay? Building another pocket garden is reckless."

He decided to test the seeds in his laboratory first, ensuring that he could mix them, counteract one another, or use them as one-time magic artifacts. He quickly wrapped the seeds, a total of 120, 60 pieces for each type of seed, with s.p.a.ce elements that focused on the power of isolation, ensuring all elements except for Void, Chaos, and Order, can be efficiently blocked.

He then placed it in a special section in his pocket s.p.a.ce, ensuring no other material he dumped there could interact with the seeds.

He then looked around the dark, colorless patch of s.p.a.ce, which was rapidly returning to its normal color of black. Soon, stars would begin to repopulate this place again, then cl.u.s.ters, planets, and life will return once more. He teleported to his room in Eteria once more, going to sleep.

He wasn"t going to confront the people behind this for now, after all, he hasn"t even had his 8th birthday. He didn"t want anything to worry about on his birthday.

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A far, far, far away place, nearly two-thirds of the universe away from Eteria. There laid an empire that spanned the size of 50/1.26e+30 of the entire universe. It consisted of hundreds of galaxies and nebulas and hundreds of billions of planets. It was way stronger than the Galactic Empire, who were mucking around and retaining their name despite expanding beyond their galaxy.

The empire was named... Cerulean. The Cerulean empire was named as such because its founders and its leaders were all blue-skinned humanoid creatures. They called themselves, the Blueborns. Slowly, as more and more planets and galaxies came into their rule, more kinds of beings appeared within the ruling court, ranging from sprites, magic beasts, or even sentient beings, whether they be biological or non-biological origins. In their empire, racial mixing is accepted, and so variant species of beings can be seen living and expanding.

The current emperor, Bluestacks the CLV, was a pure Blueborn. His current 500-year rule was that of stable one; 95% of his royal subjects loved and supported him, while the general populace improved under his rule, and the technological and magical developments he had approved and/or kickstarted made the lives of many easy and simple. Of course, they still had their own military.

The only flaw he had, if his royal subjects and the general populace were to be picky about it, is that... he had a preference for male beings, which caused the anguish of the females of Blueborns and of other species. Although same-s.e.x relationships were not rejected or hated by their society, heck, even threesomes were allowed to marry, it was quite vital for the emperor since he is an emperor of an empire after all! He needed an heir, for G.o.d"s sake. It would have been better if he was bis.e.xual or pans.e.xual since at least he could still produce several offsprings. Either that, or get a concubine at least, or something!