Eldritch Metaverse

Chapter 2: Fallen Eldritch Meets Fallen Angels I

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["Trans-Narrative Authority: Narrative mode" has shortly been activated].

Unlike other main protagonists who are forced to navigate the intricacies of the world and its ups and downs.

Following a line of progression called [plot] or [story development]… under a [world building] that has to be carefully crafted so as for the story not to bore its readers.

[Character developments] and whatnot speak for them, and they are then loved by many people.

Gosh! I can relate to the main character!

Or so they say. 

I mean, I get why. 

When you make a friend who has the same taste as you, you'd say you can obviously relate to them, no?

However, that's not the same for me.

No. I take that back and will rephrase it better: That's not the same for most.

"Ew. I don't like this shit. It's gross."

Well, if someone were to say that to me, what do you think my answer would be? 

Answer: "Kindly shove a stick down your a hole :3"

In all honesty, that is no doubt my answer. 

Some just don't give two ducks about what others may think of them.

In the end. It's a matter of preference.

What you like and relate to, others may not. 

They may be craving more carnal desires than normal people, and who is one to care?

If you don't like a thing, then just don't go near it.

If you think others' opinions on something change life, then one couldn't be more wrong than that.

After all, can you stop an NTR artist from producing NTR?

Obviously you can't! To him, he has the free will to.

Additionally, he knows there are some weird people who love things like that; there's no need to be surprised over things like that.

So, that would be for me.

Others' opinion of me tossing my morality wouldn't sit well with them. It wouldn't. And it doesn't.

I'm a fictional character anyways.

As for the author… Well, he'll be fine. 

Well, I'd say that as long as his IP address doesn't get leaked anyway, he'll most definitely be fine.

Right. . .

Since [Trans-Narrative Authority] is in charge of this book, other than the author's thoughts, Jun_E can't really do anything here anyways.

Wait… Scratch that. 

He's the one still in charge of the third-rate screenplay isn't he?

And as the narrator, I have to put his weird thoughts down for people to read…

I take it back. 

I pray that on Azzy-chan's name his IP address gets leaked.

But hn. I'm sure you've had enough of my ramblings.

My vision also seems to be returning to me.

While Azzy pushing me away from the Outer Root of Creation is concerning, there's nothing I can do.

For now at least…

YHWH too. 

I need to think of something, but it's like an ant trying to topple over an elephant.

Let's not think about it for now.

My eyes are slowly peering open. 

And, by the time I'd have opened my eyes. "Where am I…" I muttered subconsciously.

["Trans-Narrative Authority: Immersion mode" has been activated].

An unfamiliar place. 

The cliche of cliche where a main character wakes up in a place they aren't familiar with but also happens to be familiar with.

But in my case. I had no familiarity with this place other than an odd sense of Déjà Vu.

I was in a park surrounded by noise I hadn't dealt with in forever.

Green bushes, brown wooden chairs, a fountain to the side, birds chirping.

Pigeons playing about on the ground eating bread crumbs without a care in the world.

As I looked particularly at the pigeons on the ground, I couldn't help but feel hunger welling up inside me.

GROWL~!

Yup. That's my que. 

Ngnh. 

Time to take a bite.

"Nom!"

That was the sound of me swallowing a pigeon whole. 

As I began chewing on it raw, [third-person perspective] showed me my face twisting as I bit into the pigeon.

"Hm. It tastes bland. Bleh. Do pigeons ever taste this bad?"

I stuck out my red tongue as I winced, letting the cool hair of the park brush against my tongue.

The pigeons, however, startled, were about to flee. 

However, I looked at them. 

[Third-person perspective] showing my eyes had turned into the usual red with black sclera.

"Stay, you little dipshits."

I had commanded them so.

And to my surprise, the pigeons froze; they didn't attempt to fly away anymore.

But I could tell they were nervous. And even if they disobeyed, they'd still die anyway.

I have to fill my hunger.

Back when I was in the Outer Root of Creation. I was above the concept of hunger.

I was only feeding on Azzy because my powerlessness demanded it. And me claiming I was full was me getting filled to the brim with Azzy's powers.

That's all.

Either way. The frozen up pigeons…. Eldritch I may be. Even if I say sit, for them to obey me like this.

Though I might have been ticked off, I'm not passively releasing my Eldritchness or any power, aura of any sorts.

Was it a base Eldritch something?

Or is this related to ["Trans-Narrative Authority"]? Eh? I guess it is too early to come to conclusions.

On that note:

"Mmhm. Not full."

I said in a mouthful as blood dripped down my lips, using my left thumb, I wiped it away from my lips.

Oh, these?

'Why, of course, these belonged to the remaining poor little dipshits that attempted to run away from me.'

I thought irritatedly as I looked around. 

This place… Isn't this the place people call parks?

According to my memories since forever, shouldn't this place be oddly noisy and the like?

Rather. It was silent…

Looking at the sky, it's obviously afternoon, so I wonder, or perhaps, is today a busy day?

I wondered before looking at the fountain in front, and slowly, I began to levitate towards it.

At the reflection, I looked back at an androgynous figure. Long black hair, blue eyes, with a scanty outfit, just a long robe.

Unfortunately, I don't seem to be classified as any gender. 

I'm currently genderless.

Don't ask me how I went from male to non-binary. That question isn't something I would answer.

But let's leave that at that, okay?

Ahem. Genderless I may be, I could also pick a gender of my liking. 

I could pick a male, as I primarily identify as a male, but currently, I'm okay with this.

And now. To address the most important matter most would want to know.

"I feel weak."

While I can still exert some powers. Things such as driving people mad, inflicting corruptions, and a bunch of things any young Eldritch can do—

I can do it.

However, I don't possess any authority other than [Trans-Narrative Authority]. 

And I'm yet to figure out how that works. Other than that. I'm really lacking, or for lack of a better term, weak.

How weak am I, you ask?

Take a guess. Even I don't know, as I haven't exerted any power. I just got here not long after all.

However, if I were to estimate. I could probably destroy a planet, I guess, and that's if I'm given some time.

I know. I know. 

I'm weak, but get off my back already. Do you want to see me destroying a universe in two chapters already?

["Trans-Narrative Authority: Immersion mode" has faltered slightly].

Huh?

Why did I think that?

["Trans-Narrative Authority: Immersion mode" is activating once more].

Must be my intrusive thoughts again. Never mind me.

Anyways. Now then, what do I do? Hmm? Wait, this is… I'm sensing some energy signatures.

Seems like…. Supernaturals exist in this world too?

However, from the ones around the city I could sense. Weak.

They were relatively weaker than I initially saw but good for me! Wonderful!

"Interesting." 

My lips couldn't help but curl into an innocent smile.

Though I say innocent, however, from a third-person's perspective, it was a grin that sent chills down anyone's spine.

….?

Must be my imagination.

Anyways. Looks like this world is interesting! As expected! A world should be as entertaining as this!

Marvelous!

But that aside. What do I plan on doing now?

I don't have any solid plan for now or anything other than devouring a few powers for my liking.

"Sniff. Sniff. Hmm. I feel I should follow the watery scent over that hillside."

I pointed towards a mountainside. 

As an Eldritch, possessing one of the best eyesights in the world, I could see the church on that mountainside.

They're currently the weakest prey around, so I have decided. They're my target now.

Hehe. This'll be fun~

But— Before that. 

GROWL~!

Before the main course. There has to be the main dish! And what's this main dish you may ask? 

TAKE A WILD GUESS~!

[Third perspective] showed me grinning widly as I slowly left the park.

["Trans-Narrative Authority: Immersion mode" has restarted].

Exiting the park, I was greeted by a quiet view of the streets.

There were obviously people chatting left and right, but there were only a few going about as they liked.

'Crap. I'm late. I spent too much time on afternoon lunch.'

'Oh~ Kami. When would I get laid?

'Awn, today's sale's not that great.'

As I looked around, several voices sounded in my head.

I could try to decipher and narrate hundreds of them down; however, I doubt that's of anyone's concern.

The important thing was…

"I can hear the thoughts of others?"

I had muttered such a thing.

Well, this isn't the first time I've seen something strange like this. If I were to take a guess.

It's you, isn't it? ["Trans-Narrative Authority"].

Even though I was now sure of its existence, I don't have the necessary counter to it.

"For now, do as you like with me."

I had said that and bothered no more?

What, you thought this was going to be some ORV bullshit with the Fourth Wall?

Yeah, no.

"Hey. Young girl, would you mind coming with us for a moment?"

Uwaaaah!

As expected of a third-rate cinematography. 

The moment I had appeared on the streets, I've been approached by dangerous-looking people.

And by dangerous-looking people. Five of them to be exact.

Alright. I've decided. These people would do for a meal.

At the very least, I hope they are not as bland as the pigeons.

"Uhm… misters, I'm kind of lost; I don't know the way around."

I kind of said that and saw them giving wary glances at me.

Oops.

Did I go overboard with my third-rate acting?

"No problem. We have a place where you can stay.

"Yes. Yes. Come with us!"

They all surrounded me, rubbing their hands as they led me to an obviously suspicious-looking place.

However, like they wanted. I acted oblivious to it all. Until I was backed up against the wall.

"So? Is this the safe place?"

I had dropped my third-rate oblivious act and simply stared at them with a smile.

"Hehehe, fool, we were obviously bringing you here to have fun with you."

"Foolish girl."

"Her skin looks kind of exquisite. I bet she'll be fun to play with."

All sorts of words you'd hear, that you'd have heard a hundred times over, were what I was listening to here.

"Haah."

I sighed as I approached the one closest to me.

I had outstretched my hands to him and held his carassed his cheeks with my hands.

He was obviously taller than me as he was an adul. Hence, I stood on tiptoes to be able to do that.

"If that was what you said. You should have said so from the start."

To my words, they all looked taken aback. Shocked speechless even.

But perhaps, because of their dirty desire, they didn't think twice about what I said.

"Eh? What's with this girl?"

"She likes it freaky too."

"Damn right."

The five all said. At this point, they've dropped every bit of their guard down.

And to the one I held.

[Third-person perspective] showed my blue eyes and white sclera slowly inverting.

Now, they were black sclera and red eyes. "Die." I commanded.

[User??? has forcibly taken control of "Trans-Narrative Authority"?

[Huh?]

[Attention! This isn't wise! World collapse may be initiated!

[Stop it at once, User???!]

[User???!]

Third-person perspective had said— The five… rather. The whole world… for a moment… died. 

Everybody on the planet, no matter how strong they were, had faced death.