It had been nearly three days since Chris Buttersweet had secured (without paying) a bakery to operate out of. Not having access to human technology was a bit of a challenge. He wasn't deterred from his primary mission though.
His first couple batches of cupcakes were not what he had expected. The first batch caught fire, burning to a crisp while Chris tried to figure out how to remove them from the old commercial grade baking oven. The second batch were… explosive to say the least.
He couldn't explain how that happened or what went wrong in the process. It was during his second batch that something extraordinary had occurred. While he was completely absorbed in trying to figure out why the cupcakes were sagging in the middle, an earthquake struck. So intense was his concentration on his alchemy research that he failed to notice the floor trembling beneath his feet.
To make matters worse, he missed the sudden onslaught of breaking news reports that discussed a sudden outbreak of portals that led to dungeons along with people all over the world waking up with strange powers. Monsters were now moving across the globe at a terrifying rate while scientists scrambled to explain how reality seemingly broke overnight.
Had Chris been paying better attention he may have realized that something with the universes had gone terribly wrong. Dimensions that were kept apart, separated by divine order, had suddenly crashed into each other with alarming effects. Every dimension now bled into each other, altering twelve different universes at the same time.
The first clue that he had missed something important was when a gang of green slimes, led by a talking blue slime, burst through the door of his bakery (or rather the door of whoever actually owned it) intent on causing mayhem. The slimes did not expect to see a single human looking man hunched over baked goods with an intense expression on his face. Chris was busy working on his third batch, muttering to himself in a language that was strange to the slimes.
The green slimes gurgled while the blue slime spoke up, "behold human! I was once a human that was reborn as a slime and I have come to—"
Chris had a spark of inspiration when the blue slime interrupted him. While the blue slime was talking, Chris casually walked over to it and slapped it firmly on the top of its round, jelly-like body. It immediately died, turning into what could only be described as jello that had lost its shape.
"Maybe slimes are the missing ingredient, they are rather exotic. Perhaps I can add slime to the center of the cupcake to prevent it from collapsing inwards."
Feeling pleased with his sudden genius idea, Chris ignored the other slimes that were now trembling in absolute terror. They had no way to know that Chris wasn't actually a human and they certainly couldn't understand that he was leagues above them in terms of power.
They quickly rolled back out of the bakery, taking care to shut the door behind them as they left. Chris was busy scooping blue slime into a new batch of cupcakes. After he placed the cupcakes back into the baking oven, realization suddenly hit him.
"When did the earth get slimes? Those shouldn't be in this dimension."
He thought hard about this mystery while the cupcakes baked in warm orange light. It wasn't entirely unreasonable to suspect that he had forgotten that earth had these creatures, especially since he forgot earth even existed in the first place. Perhaps there had always been slimes here. Still, something about that felt off to him.
The timer went off, pushing the mystery from his mind as he eagerly took the cupcakes out. These ones were more firm than his previous two failed attempts. Progress was being made here, he was getting closer to unlocking the source of true happiness.
He made a small entry in a blue journal that floated at shoulder level while glowing with a soft golden light, it was engraved in strange red colored symbols that didn't appear to be anything crafted by mortal hands.
"Slime as a possibility, perhaps try it in the frosting next time."
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People were running, screaming as large ogres were chasing them through the downtown streets. Police officers and even soldiers were firing weapons at them but it was useless. Bullets didn't seem to bother these creatures, they didn't even slow down after being shot several times. Thankfully, some of the humans who had woken up the morning after the cosmic accident realized that they could use their sudden newfound powers to hunt monsters and other magical beasts.
"Fear not citizens, I am here!" A large man wearing what looked underwear and a bedsheet for a cape, leapt off of a building with his elbow pointed down at the top of an ogres head. There was a sickening crunch as the ogre's skull caved in followed by a loud boom as the body (that stood well over 7 feet tall) crashed down onto the street.
The other ogres realized that someone who could actually hurt them had arrived so they immediately grouped up together in an attempt to overwhelm the strange new superhero. Other humans, possessing other special abilities, quickly arrived to back the strange man (affectionately referred to as All Elbow) in his fight against these beasts. Arrows of light, balls of fire, glowing daggers, etc flew through the air, making short work of the group of ogres. While there had been a lot of collateral damage, the ogres had failed to kill even one civilian. This was counted as a win.
It had become painfully obvious that the world was irrevocably changed, for better or for worse. With portals that led to special dungeons full of monsters opening up all over the world, humans did the only reasonable thing they could do, they approved the formation of guilds and super hero associations. These brave men and women used their mighty powers to stamp out threats to mankind wherever they appeared.
As the days turned into weeks, hunters of various ranks and superheroes of various caliber were slowly being lauded as heroes. Despite all of the strange things that had occurred since the Dimensional Cosmic Merger (as the scientists began calling the incident), no one could have suspected the true reason behind this event.
Not the scientists, the soldiers, nor even the mighty All Elbow would have guessed that right now, in a bakery (that didn't belong to him) was a literal god chasing a profound secret through the noble art of baking.