"Hehhh…..tch….my….slav is a bit…hahhh, rusty, where’s the run back," Staring straight ahead as if I could see the individual talking, even though no one was physically there, I did the thing I was best at, and taunted my opponent.
"Vabzdys, kaip ir tu, bando mane supykdyti? Dievas?" the voice responded, causing me to smirk in defiance.
"Dievas! Hah, you’ve HAHHH, gotta be fucking kidding me, Slavic accent, closer to Lithuanian, gotcha, bitch." Unknown to the mysterious entity calling itself a Dievas, or God, I needed a second to download my language pack, and once it was done, heh.
"Aš esu ant tavęs, kvailas pusdievis. Bėgti, slėptis; nesvarbu, nes tu įžengei į mano karalystę ir palietei tai, ko neturėjai."
"NOW GET OUT… OF MY FUCKING HEAD!!!!!!!!" Placing all 10 of my fingertips against the crown of my skull, I willed the particles to push the bastard on the other end of the connection out with all my might.
The effects of this sent a ripple of Dense particle radiation outward, knocking all the furniture around the room and sending Xilia skittering away before slamming into the wall.
And then…..the world faded to black as I passed out from overexertion and probably particle sickness.
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*4 hours later*
"ugh, my fucking head, looks like a full-power Psy-Shock is out of the question," sitting up and realizing I had ended up braced against the motel room’s front door, I looked around and noticed there wasn’t a single piece of furniture intact.
If it was made of wood, it was now splinters, plastic, shards; hell, not even the blinds or the poor TV were in one piece anymore, and then there was Xilia, who was collapsed under the window unconscious and covered with lacerations and blood, no doubt from the furniture fragments blasting through faster than her eyes could perceive thanks to being propelled by my particle outburst.
A bit slow to get on my feet, I stumbled over to my slave and checked her pulse, which, although extremely faint, was still present so after administering her one of my healing concoctions, I dropped down and placed my back against the wall beside her.
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’Still alive, that’s a good sign, but I need to analyze that conversation. It took me too long to get that language patch in place, but then again, Lithuanian was only one of the Baltic languages I learned so that I could understand Slavic, which that being seemed to be speaking.
’Berniukas, neturėtum kišti nosies ten, kur ji nedera, that was the first statement the being made….roughly comes out to ’Boy, you shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.’
’Next was: ’Vabzdys, kaip ir tu, bando mane supykdyti? Dievas’ That should be along the lines of, what’s this, a bug like you is trying to enrage me, a GOD off?’ Clicking my tongue, I thought back to all the instances I had faced off against so-called Gods in the Origin Timeline, and while the majority of them were powerful, they were far from Immortal and Omniscient beings; thus, my rebuttal once the language pack was installed.
’Aš esu ant tavęs, kvailas pusdievis. Bėgti, slėptis; nesvarbu, nes tu įžengei į mano karalystę ir palietei tai, ko neturėjai, I’m onto you, stupid DEMI-GOD, Run, hide it doesn’t matter because you have stepped into my Realm, and touched something you shouldn’t have.’
’A good taunt if I do say so myself, and then I used a full power psy-shock, since so long as I am linked to a target’s mind, I can attack it, no matter the distance; the only issue is I could tell the bastard was far; thus I had to expend all my PC, still, a Dievas, that’s a problem.’
There were hundreds of thousands of different beings claiming to be called Gods in just as many different religions; narrowing things down would generally be extremely costly in both time and financial issues; however, I had three key factors working in my favor.
First was, of course, the language, which gives me a rough estimate of not only the time period the Fake God’s religion was popular but also a geolocation so long as I could pinpoint which language it was, and in this case, Slavic was the answer.
Second was the fact it used the term Dievas, which, although a rough translation of the word God from Slavic, was also a title for a sect of beings.
And lastly, there were the symbols.
"Proto-Slavic puts us before 1500 BC, Dievas gives me the sect, and lastly, the symbols, two separate entities, the First, whose symbol is that Goalpost with a triangle should be Radegast, A Dievas associated with Hospitality, Food, Drink, sun, fire, crops and harvest, war and Abundance, sigh I hate Slavic gods and all their damn attributes."
"The second entity is Jarylo, God of Vegetation, fertility, Spring, and War. Fantastic, two Demi-Gods of war with a collection of widespread abilities." Massaging my temples, I stared up at the ceiling with hollow eyes.
In this situation, it wasn’t a matter of simply killing a powerful being; apart from being incredibly strong and long-lived entities, there was a reason ancient beings of lore claimed to be gods; they were just that different from normal humans.
Technically speaking, I and anyone else from the Origin Timeline could even be seen in the same light, and in a sense, Nexus was, and that’s where the problem lies.
Since all I have to go off of are myths and ancient tales, it’s incomprehensible to get a feel for the strength of my opponents without physically seeing them in person. Which in and of itself is a problem.
However, it also explained how the bodies were magically appearing, along with the intricacies of each Smiley face; if a being whose lives last thousands of, if not 10s of thousands of years, were behind everything, it would fill in a lot of the blank spaces I had in my information.
"Still, I refuse to call those chucklefucks Gods; if anything, they would Be High Rankers, and as a self-proclaimed expert, I know I can kill them."