Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army

"Why won't you die?". There was only despair in the voice of the creator, the rage was gone, he has been fighting for three years, three entire years, failing to kill someone for three bloody years really cracked something inside of him.

The creator was getting really afraid now, his soldiers' numbers were now below the comfort zone, Yunan was still as energetic and resilient as ever, finally, the thought of the stalemate being forced sprouted, and the creator found himself beginning to doubt his chances of even running away.

Suddenly, the rejection of the universe on Yunan ceased, he had yet to fully integrate the laws of the universe, it was very unlikely that the universe recognized him as a resident, it was the smile on Yunan's face that tipped the creator off.

"What have you done!?" a screech that should have held rage only carried fear and trepidation. Things started to make sense in his mind as gears began to roll and click with each other, clarity dawned on him, and everything was confirmed when he heard Yunan gleefully say him: "figured it out finally? For a creator, you are pretty blind and full of crap".

The creator knew it was time to run away, he tried to contact his Primordial but found himself unable to, he tried to get out and run away in the void, yet his own universe stopped him from leaving, at last, he broke down and dropped to his knees, there was no fight left in him.

Yunan knew the creator was broken, this one will never make another creation, abandoned by his own faith and betrayed with his creation, there was nothing left of him, out of pity, Yunan decided to end it very quickly.

One slash and that was it, the creator was absorbed and went into digestion, making Yunan feel bloated.

The soldier gods stood there and did nothing, they did not even defend when Yunan decided to try them out, they were machines with no direction, Yunan could not even stand to be in the same space with them.

Tasha returned not long after, she too was feeling very disturbed about the universe they had intruded into, she had seen it with her own eyes, everything in the universe was directed to act in this way or that, even golems had more freedom than the beings of this universe.

Yunan guessed that this was the reason for the Primordial did not answer his creator, faith lost through work and ambition was not rare, what was rare was the creator not realising his faith shift away.

Creating a universe that only works when ordered to is beyond deranged, Yunan wondered what kind of Fate it had, this kind of creation was terrible to behold and Yunan really wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

Tasha shared the same thought, at the moment she touched Fate and captured it, she saw how dead the universe was, and it almost made her throw up. Fate was supposed to be a river, but what she found was a crystal, predetermined, everything was going according to a grand plan.

From a certain point of view, this universe was a great case to study, the creation of faith capable automatons was truly genius, except that to any sentient being, it was off-putting, definitely in the deepest part of the uncanny valley, genius but deranged none-the-less.

Tasha brought out the crystalised Fate, it had a strange gleam to it, barely any mysticism or energy at all, it felt wrong to Yunan, who decided to just scrap the entire universe and make sure no one would stumble upon it.

He fed the crystalised Fate to his fragments and then made the entire universe dissolve, he had his Effort divinity capture the resulting energy and the loose divinities, he would digest those slowly, later on, it was too much energy to digest at once.

"Are you sure about killing every life in there? You don't strike me as the kind of guy who just takes lives without reason", Tasha really wanted to hear a voice, even asking dumb questions did not deter her, she had done many things even she frowned upon, but nothing ever made her want to feel that she was the only person who hates the situation.

"Nothing lives in this place, nothing at all, net even machines have fixed Fate, there is no life in this universe, it is just a factory to build automatons since nothing lives in this universe, I prefer to let it all end here today", even Yunan who was open to many things could not take it anymore, and even talking about it made him feel wrong.

The two of them entered Dreamscape and waited for it to store the energy of the dead universe, they sat down and talked about anything and nothing, they wanted to get this strange experience out of their minds, most of their discussion was about Yunan's subconscious, it was very interesting to Tasha who found herself entranced by it.

"Balin would have loved to see this place, he would have pummeled the creator to a pulp but he would still dig into his memory to see he did it, most likely he would make something and get beaten for making it".

"There are people who would want to know about this shit?" asked Tasha, she almost did not believe Yunan.

"Seriously, that guy likes to make things, as long as he has an idea he would try to make it true, I have seen him make stuff that had no use or purpose, you can make that guy your best friend if you just give him stupid ideas, the more ludicrous, the better!"

The two talked for a long time, seeing the truth of the dead universe took a hefty toll on them, thus they decided to take a moment of respite and rest for some time, they could also digest their gains before moving forward.