It had been two days since Lucian had shown Sona his Chant Annulment skill, and today was also the day he would receive another Essence. After the last three, he had tempered his expectations—combat ability or not, the Essences were absurdly powerful—but the gambler's spark still burned in him.
He lounged in the guest room, arms folded behind his head, eyes tracing the ceiling's carved designs. Life with Sona Sitri was… comfortable. Too comfortable, maybe. Surrounded by beautiful women, all brilliant in their own way, even sharing breakfasts that felt suspiciously like slice-of-life wish-fulfilment—he couldn't deny it was dream-like.
If only she'd stop nagging him about that so-called "Space Skill."
Of course, he didn't have one. What she saw as space manipulation was really the Essence of Nomad, something instinctive—beyond deliberate control, beyond rules. But he couldn't tell her that. He couldn't tell anyone.
Sona, ever the president, stood before him now, clipboard in hand, poised and analytical. "Okay," she said, in that steady, professorial tone. "Try to reach the same mindset you had when you were teleported. The more you use it, the more you'll understand. Even if you can't choose the destination, the practice will help."
Lucian sat up, feigning earnest focus. "Right. Mindset, mindset. Think… teleporty thoughts."
She ignored his smirk and continued. "Even if you vanish somewhere strange, I'll be able to follow. This—" she lifted a small crystalline disc, faint runes pulsing within "—is an artifact for tracing teleport signatures. It captures spatial energy and anchors to it. With enough magicules, I can follow you instantly."
He tilted his head, impressed despite himself. "So basically a magical GPS for idiots who vanish."
Sona sighed but didn't deny it. "Essentially, yes."
Lucian grinned. If only you knew, Prez.
He straightened, pretending to concentrate. "Okay, I'm feeling something. Pretty sure I'm about to teleport. Should I do it?"
Sona's lips curved in satisfaction. "Yes. Go ahead."
The air rippled. A vast circle of violet light flared beneath him, sucking in ambient magicules until the walls trembled. In an instant, Lucian vanished.
Sona activated the artifact immediately—but the crystal refused to react. She poured in more energy; yet it required more. Confusion turned to disbelief. She could teleport across the planet, even through pocket dimensions. Yet this was asking for more.
Her breath caught. "Then… he's not definitely on Earth."
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Lucian reappeared under a cool gray sky. Cobblestones. Castle spires. The smell of iron and roasted grain.
Britannia.
He looked around, half expecting a giant pig to wander by. "Yup," he murmured. "Definitely Seven Deadly Sins territory."
The Essence of Nomad smoothed his arrival; to those around him, he was simply another traveler. He walked through the market streets, the clang of armor and chatter of merchants echoing in the air. Eventually he ducked into a tavern, took a seat near the window, and was served something approximating stew.
He tasted it. Blinked. "Ah yes, British cuisine," he muttered. "Perfectly capturing the spirit of disappointment."
Still chewing, he felt the faint pulse of a system notification.
{ Rolling the Gacha }
His heart skipped. He clasped his hands mock-piously. "Come on. Just once—something that lets me punch things."
{ You've obtained: Essence of Typhon
Essence of Typhon
By drinking this essence, you gain the powers of Gaia's past and most powerful child; Typhon.
Gain a massive kaiju form of incredible godlike might, the Apex of all monsters no where you dwell. This form grants you tremendous superhuman strength, stamina, and endurance, enough to defeat an entire army of gods with little challenge. You rival the god Hermes in speed, unhindered by your titanic size, able to travel the world in a blink of an eye. So long as it remains monstrous, you may shape this form into anything you desire.
Gain a powerful form of regenerative immortality as befitting of an apex monster. Both your mind and body are immune to the ravaging of time; not even millennia of imprisonment could weaken you. You can regenerate from being turned to ashes within seconds. This also grants immunity to all poisons, toxins, and other means meant to weaken you.
Infinite willpower, your mind and spirit will never break.
Can generate a powerful and deadly poison strong enough to kill a god. Those strong enough to endure it will find themselves as weak and fragile as the mortals they rule. The only possible cure to your poison is the anti-venom you produce.
You are capable of unleashing natural disasters of apocalyptic proportions. Cause earthquakes that can split continents, create massive tidal waves and whirlpools, or cover the world in storms. Only you can stop these catastrophes.
Gain lordship over all monsters in whichever universe you inhabit. Whether they be savage beasts, gigantic kaiju, or seductive mamano, all "monsters" will loyally submit to you as King. You are empowered by every monster under your dominion, mostly by granting their abilities scaled to your level. You may summon or banish any monsters under your control anywhere you wish.
You are immune to any form of imprisonment or banishment. Even bound by divinely forged chains in a prison designed specifically to hold you, you will always escape.
Gain the Sickle of Cronus, a crescent moon-shaped Sickle capable of killing even Gods. This weapon can never be used against you. It can change into a scythe at will. Should it ever be destroyed or lost, you can summon it back to you.
Upon defeating the ruling god or equivalent power of a universe, dimension, etc., you gain dominion over all that is surveyed. None may question or challenge you as the new master of the universe.
All abilities granted by this Essence scale in potency with how monstrous your form is—the larger and more terrifying your form, the more devastating and reality-bending your powers become.
None of your powers can be copied, stolen, weakened, or nullified. You have full knowledge, skill, and instinct on how to use these powers. All powers can be toggled on or off.
}
Lucian froze, spoon halfway to his mouth. Then: "Holy fucking hell. Finally!"
Every head in the tavern turned. He ignored them, laughing under his breath. After all this time, a combat Essence—something raw, destructive, myth-sized.
He felt the power thrumming already, the faint heartbeat of something ancient stirring inside him. He could become a monster that made the world tremble.
Probably not a great idea to test it in the middle of a populated city.
He stood, tossed a coin on the table, and vanished.
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The Great Jura Forest unfolded around him—a vast, emerald expanse humming with magicules. Shafts of light cut through the canopy. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen beasts.
Perfect testing ground.
"Alright," he murmured. "Let's make some art."
His form expanded. Height surging past ten feet, his skin darkened to a brownish tint. Two horns burst from his skull—one pale and silver, glowing like trapped moonlight; the other, deep orange, burning like a shard of sunset. Veins of the same colors crawled down his body in pulsating streams, glowing through his flesh like molten rivers beneath glass.
He flexed, and the ground cracked. A single punch reduced a tree to splinters; another tore roots from the earth. His energy surged, tangible heat rolling off him in waves.
"Majin form," he decided, admiring the reflection of his glowing veins on the steel of his wrist. "Yeah… sounds badass."
But curiosity bit harder than caution.
He layered more mutations—scales forming across his body, alternating in orange and blue, glinting with an oil-slick sheen. Six additional limbs erupted from his sides, long and double-jointed, each ending not in hands but in alien sensory organs—eyes that blinked sideways, ears that trembled to sounds beyond hearing, mouths that breathed faint blue smoke.
Batlike wings unfolded, scales running along the membranes like veins of metal. He rose to twenty-five feet, the forest dwarfed beneath him.
The world reacted.
Grass blackened beneath his feet. Trees bent away as if repelled by a new gravity. The very air thickened; color drained from the edges of vision. Even sound faltered, muffled as though creation itself were holding its breath.
Power boiled through him. His magicule reserves ballooned fiftyfold. He could feel the hierarchy shift—the monsters nearby lowering their heads without understanding why.
And then, the Voice of the World spoke:
Unique Skill: Monster Lord acquired.
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He focused; text flared in his mind.
{ Unique Skill: Monster Lord
Sub-skills
Command: Monsters without Intelligence or low Intelligence can be commanded by you as long as they're not absurdly nore powerful than you.
Control: You can adjust the path of evolution for monsters under you, improve the evolution paths as well as add your own attributes to them during Evolution.
Monster Pioneer: While naming monsters you can also use Megicules from the surrounding environment, decreasing the megicules consumption.
One Lord: You'll have complete skill data from all your subordinate monsters and you may use it to gain compatible skills. }
He exhaled, trembling with exhilaration. "Since I can get skills from using the essence… what if I go even further?"
He smiled—too widely—and the forest trembled.
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Flesh split. Bone re-knit. The transformation devoured his humanity.
His body convulsed as it grew, joints popping like breaking glass. The humanoid frame dissolved, replaced by something colossal—an abomination sculpted from nightmare and imagination alike.
From the waist down, he became a crawling amalgam of tentacles and spider legs, hundreds of limbs scraping over the forest floor. The upper half remained vaguely human, but only barely: a withered torso, flesh taut and gray, ribs visible beneath translucent skin. His face—if it could be called that—shifted endlessly, features dissolving into shadow and reforming in new, impossible configurations.
Every breath he took warped the air, a sound like screaming wind.
He towered now—two hundred feet of writhing horror, framed by a sky turning the color of iron.
Around him, monsters went mad.
The forests howled. Birds crashed from the sky. The ground pulsed as magicules warped, fusing soil and stone into glass.
Far away, deep within a sealed cave, Veldora Tempest stirred inside the stomach of a certain slime. "W-what… is that?" he muttered, a rare shiver crawling down his spine.
The slime itself froze, quivering uncontrollably, primal instincts overtaking reason. Even creatures beyond fear felt the pull of submission.
Above, the clouds spiraled into a massive vortex. Lightning forked in colors unseen by mortal eyes—violet, black, sickly green.
Lucian's mere existence was rewriting physics.
The Voice of the World tried to respond—
but its presence cracked, the sound fading into static. As the creature was no longer connected to the megicules at all.
He stood at the center of a dying radius, his aura devouring stability itself. Space rippled. Colors reversed. Light fled.
He lifted one titanic arm, claws eclipsing the sun, and felt the world tremble. Magicules no longer mattered—he could command the laws directly, tear them apart by existing.
If he went any further, nations would crumble. Seas would boil.
And then—
Everything stopped.
The storm. The screaming wind. The madness of the beasts. Even the trembling of reality.
Silence. Absolute and infinite.
As if the heartbeat of the world had simply… ceased.
Time itself held its breath.
A/n: Please vote if I should gender-band Rimiru?
Yes, make Rimiru a girl completely
No, Keep it genderless with a man's soul.
No, make him a guy completely and write Rimiru-Suna love story on the side.