Polemistis Shujin

## Story

art by dust www I think

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A scythe was swung.

Splash

Huge amount of blood had fallen on the broken ground.

A giant got killed.

The one who killed the giant was a skeleton. The skeleton was holding a small scythe the scythe was just three third of the body of the skeleton. A crown it was wearing, and it was illuminating a green and yellowish light. The scarf that he had was soaked in blood, so he landed on one side of the dead giant as he had cut it in half horizontal.

He was wearing a jacket with one half being blue while the other red. It was visible already used for a long time as there were stitches on it around with opposite colors to each side covering where once seem to have been holes His pants were the same as the jacket same color mixture and covered with stitches indicating it had been repaired.

However, those were not the thing sticking out the most the undead skeleton head an open hole in its skull. The hole was at its left side wide open it was a big crack.

Where a right eye would be was a scar seemingly made from something sharp as how clean it is. No light was coming out from its eyes, but it was still moving. A regular undead would have light coming from its eyes indicating that it was still alive but then how was that being moving with no lights on.

A sigh came out from the skeleton.

It did not breath out any air.

The thing it had breath out was something pure.

Pure mana the thing it had breath out was just pure mana. A purity that is almost nonexistent in normal circumstances. The skeleton looked up to the bright thing that looked like a sun, but it was not. The thing that was shining so brightly was nothing else but a sun deity. The deity light was setting things on fire turning air to plasma itself.

It was spreading all around the continent threatening the destruction of it.

The skeleton grabbed the scythe tightly. It had surrounded mana all around its body and when it made a leap up. It flew to the sun deity not jumped but flew like a solid object that had been thrown extremely fast. The sun deity noticed the skeleton, but it did not back off the deity attacked the skeleton releasing its power.

Light came flying towards the skeleton. The light as fast as it always traveled could not reach the skeleton in anyway. Every time it tried to reach it their direction moved differently with surprised the sun deity as it could not understand how it was possible but when the skeleton was closer it understood how that was happening. As the Sun deity is just plasma and light it was also spreading around.

The skeleton, what the skeleton had was such a strong gravity that light was just bending around it.

The gravity was pulling the plasma that the sun deity was also made off. So, while one part was getting puled to the skeleton the other part was moving away from it.

Fear struck the sun deity if it had no plasma, it would die as it was not made of light. It attacked but this time not with high intense light instead throwing plasma from its own body.

The skeleton mouth that had been closed all the time opened and all the plasma it threw just went into its mouth but got smaller the closer they were to its mouth. When the plasma entered the skeleton body its eyes were starting to glow oh so little.

The skeleton jumped on the air that had turned into plasma too. So, it reached the sun deity, and its open mouth consumed the entire sun deity.

It covered its mouth with its skeleton finger and a quiet burp sound came out of its mouth.

“That was a good meal” It talked to himself.

“I better come back I’m sure the old man is already throwing a fit because I went outside”

The body of the skeleton changed. The body of it went from only bones to that similar of the sun deity it had turned into plasma. With its now plasma body it traveled extremely fast however at the same time nothing was burning around the skeleton even when it had turned to plasma.  In just mere minutes he was at his kingdom. The kingdom was in a secluded area where nothing was truly alive. Ghouls, Skeletons, Litches and many more of such undead beings were roaming on the land. All the undead felt the skeleton coming not because of the heat that it was emitting there was a separate energy which was once again the pure mana.

The skeleton felt a familiar energy. It was just like the mana that he was using, and it was below it. It flew down and transformed just before hitting the ground back to normal. The pure mana that the skeleton had all around its body protected it from any damage. It did not need to look around as the thing that was emitting this energy was just right in front of it. The thing that was emitting it was a living being a human to be precise.

“Who are you” The skeleton asked.

The human looked at the skeleton. He had pale skin with white hair to it, a face that was not showing a single emotions and yellow eyes that were giving him a mysterious aura. He had not talk only staring at the skeleton with an unfazed change of his face.

“If you do not talk, I will have to see you as an intruder” He formed a scythe in his left hand.

As the last scythe he used had been left where the dead sun god would have been. The man however had still not said a single word like a statue he was just standing there not moving and seemingly not even taking a single breath too.

`He also has this energy like me but how well could he use it? ´

As long as the skeleton could remember he had been the only one who could use that form of energy. No one has ever could use it except for him even when he tried to give it to someone else that being would just be gone nowhere to be found afterwards. Which made the skeleton put his guard up against the man.

“Do you know where the head of an undead deity is?”

A question.

The human did not answer what the skeleton asked not instead he asked a question.

“Shouldn’t you first answer my question?”

The man was silent again. This time however he was not silent for long.

“Zero four that is my name”

He answered the question of the skeleton.

“Now tell me if you know about a skull of an undead deity”

“You need to be more precise”

The man started to think with the answer of that man.

“I’m searching for the head of an undead deity I need it to be closer of perfection”

This was not what he had expected to hear from the man. “Perfection” A word that the skeleton had been familiar with. The skeleton was a ruler in a kingdom, and everyone would call him the perfect ruler when it itself never felt perfect.

“There is no such skull that you ask for in this land so leave before I force you to leave it”

The man looked at where the eyes would be if the skeleton had flesh. Slowly the skeleton felt weak and kneeled on the dead ground. The crown that was floating just above its head fell on the ground slowly the skeleton was losing all its strength.

`What is.... going on? ´

The man eyes were shining brightly he was doing something to the skeleton, but it didn’t know just what exactly the man has been doing to it all this time.

“Your lies are visible”

No memories are left after that interaction.

### The birth of a mythos

“What is this place”

He asked that question to himself as the place he was in. That was no place any being should have been. The place he was in was like an astral plane just no stars were there instead stringing yes strings made from pure mana was surrounding the entire place not only that each of the strings were forming something. The skeleton no Polemistis Shujin could not believe the things he was witnessing he was able to understand the things happening but when he tried to say them in his mind that was impossible for him. Explaining or just talking about the things he had been witnessing in this sole moment.

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He was getting used to this plane and started to move. The surrounding was thick but also sticky like honey every time he made a step was hard for him, but he walked he wanted to learn more of that plane.

The deeper(?) he walked into the plane the more things he started to learn. The pure mana was telling him information, teaching him the ways to use the power he had been using all this time wrong. The way Polemistis used it was as if someone tried to fly using wings that are too small for the being. His boney fingers touched the strings of pure mana and they turned into something else it was impure it had no pure color like the mana instead it was dark purple ugly and giving the feeling of chaos from it.

The impurity was brought away from this place not being close to it anymore. The finger of the skeleton was being reconstructed not by the thing he was made off instead of pure mana. It did not stop it his finger it was changing all the body parts of him from matter to being only pure mana itself.Both the arms and legs of him were turned to pure mana but that’s where it had stopped nothing else was changing.

“W-why isn’t more happening”

The plane was shaking and forcefully pulling polemistis out of the plane and back to the place he had been.

He was at the place he had lost his consciousness. Looking around nothing had changed to the surroundings, however something in him was telling him that something had happened. He used a magic spell allowing him to see everything around him. He was always increasing the range of the spell till it reached his kingdom or where it should have been.

The spell got canceled and he teleported to where his kingdom should have been. The kingdom was gone nothing was left nothing except an old stone ritual table. A table that contained a head the head of an undead deity.

Polemistis was silent.

He did not know what he should feel. He never wanted to be a ruler but still watched over the beings that all were in the kingdom he acted like a ruler he pretended the best way that he possibly could. Now all of it are gone.

He started to just think about what he should do. Wandering is not what he likes to do, fighting beings just so is also not filling him with joy. He just looked around thinking what he should do now. There was not much for a being that was once a ruler and is now nothing but the survivor of a former place.

He breathed out pure mana and got an idea.

“Shouldn’t I find where this source is maybe I also find that person”

## Polemistis

"I changed to what I was at first. I had to adapt otherwise I would have fallen and died most likely""No matter how much power someone has anyone can die if they are not careful enough"

“Do you know where this place is”

Polemistis had grabbed the throat of a demigod. He was showing a ball of pure mana. This question was asked already thousands of times. He went around realms to find a way to get into the realm where the pure mana was. He wanted to be there again whenever he tried to understand the pure mana, he would be brought to that plane of existence but never achieve anything more getting his head hurt.

“A-as if I tell you" The demigod responded.

He grabbed the throat tighter. The demigod could not do anything against him as his entire body was covered with magic spells that would make it impossible to hurt him.

“Tell me if you don’t want to get removed”

The demigod was smirking taunting him to do it.

He looked at the demigod and had a smile on.

“I bring you back in a minute”

The demigod disappeared from Polemistis hand. Removed from the plane of existence in a place outside of everything. He whistles a bit he was in a good mood as the demigod was funny for him on how he still had pride.

When a minute passed, the demigod was brought back, and he clinched on Polemistis leg. Mumbling words that were just gibberish eyes filled with terror and having gone insane. He binds the demigod with a spell and let him levitate so they are at the same height.

“Will you tell me now?”

“YES, YES I WILL” He shouted.

Polemistis smirked: “Then say where it is”

“You need to go to the verse of gods”

“The verse of gods?”

Polemistis was confused of what he just had heard. To hear a verse where gods are he had no idea where it is.

“Where it is”

“IT IS IN-….”

The head of the demigod was getting warped by reality gone from all existence. He had let go of the demigod corpse where no blood came out where there was once a head. He looked around but he could not sense any being nearby even when he used any spell that he was aware of the one who did it was not in the omniverse or was using a power that was above the pure mana.

He looked at the ball of pure mana. If he wanted to reach that realm he had to go deeper, seek more knowledge of the pure mana so he entered it his conscious entered the realm of pure mana, and he went deeper to it. He had to know more of it he needed to learn more of the pure mana if he wanted to go to the realm of gods. He had to come closer to the pure mana and the pure mana was embracing him as if it was telling him to want it more be obsessive with it more and hunt after it.

His consciousness that was in the plane was like its own body. It was heavy for it moving in the plane the strings that were once there are now more like waves hitting his consciousness to push it back, make him back off however he continued to do it. He continued to walk through it after walking deeper in that plane he reached it a new level of the power. His consciousness was back at his head.

He changed. The one who was a skeleton started to change its body was becoming different it was changing in some way. While he had not known what changed something else did and not only that he ascended.

He ascended outside of the omniverse. He saw the omniverse he was already far away from it and soon were in a different plane. The plane was just a bunch of yellowish, orange-colored clouds. He could not see anything from where he was with his normal eyes.

But

He was not limited by his mere eyes. He saw things beyond what his eyes could see there was no future in this realm no past neither any present. However, there were beings resigning many beings had resigned in this plane and all of them were aware of him.

He did not care for the beings instead he wanted to see if the place where the pure mana should be here anywhere, but it was not in this plane. He had clenched his hands made of pure mana they had made no sound as the pure mana was not something physical. He had sighed and instead wandered in that plane as to find maybe a route or another being.

He did not want to teleport as he thought that it may make him look hostile.

The step was made but something entered the realm it was not a being and what Polemistis saw was a purple energy formed as a spike that was flying towards him. He dodged rather say he intended to dodge it, but he was unable to do so. It had hit his right hand.

The thing that had hit him started to spread from his right hand it made the pure mana to the same color that it was. Polemistis could not sense the pure mana from his right hand anymore instead something else was there now it was vicious. Like a beast it was ripping apart his right hand changing it from pure mana to the thing it was and changing the rest of his arm.

As how it was spreading it would consume him entirely.

Polemistis started to use the pure mana in him to stop the spread. The spread had stopped at the end of his right arm, but he was unable to destroy the impurity. The impurity was not strong like the pure mana but whenever he tried using it the more it became which is why he stopped. That is however not where it stopped.

The beings in that place saw what had happened and appeared before him. Polemistis looked at them to the beings of that place. None of them had any normal look if he were still just the person, he was in the past he would have called them eldritch beings, gods that a mortal would not be able to understand.

But right now, he only sees them as ugly beings.

The beings did not hesitate and threw him away from the realm. He was thrown from the place he had just gotten into. He could not fight back he tried to teleport there to, but many forces were acting at the same time making the pure mana of that place not be in the realm seemingly gone from there.

He had fallen back into the omniverse and entered a certain type of world. That world was just games so entered the codes of that world. He was not in the world that was made of codes but instead in the codes of the world. He only saw the numbers, symbols that were needed to defy the things or make actions. He clenched his teeth and shouted a loud he was furious.

“DO YOU ALL THINK THIS WILL STOP ME”

He was powerless for the eons he had traveled to all places finding beings that could answer his question or give even a hint. When he was one step closer to it, he had been thrown away making him take many steps back costing him more eons to bring him back to where he was.

His right arm had answered to the anger of his. The impure mana spread all around the codes infecting them and absorbing them creating something out of the codes from that video game world. The codes were modified their shape were changed to a form that was both existing and not at the same time.

It had one word on it.

“G O D”

Polemistis looked at the button. He was intensely starting at the button, and he pressed on it.

His face changed his entire eyes became block, his mouth became wide, and his skull got restored.

The power was flowing into him. He was now not limited to the pure mana that was part of nearly everything he had taken another force with him the power to manipulate codes. He was not only able to manipulate the codes instead he was getting so much more of it. The power seemingly made of only codes was acting weird the impurity of his right arm started to change the button more doing more things to it, but he could not care for it.

When he had pressed the button and thought of the place he was thrown away.

He felt it what the button just did was not teleporting him to that place instead it was doing something else it had made a connection with that place he wanted to be there. He teleported back to the realm of gods in front of the beings. They looked surprised at him as no omniscient one was between them. He was smiling his hands pressed back on the button with no in that realm having the power to stop him.

The entire realm was corrupted, changed all the beings had no more power that was robbed of them. The clouds that there was once were now only hard dark metal having formed a castle with him sitting there. A new changed happened for him not on his own will but the will of the impure mana in his right arm.

## Powers

Pure mana: It could be said that he is in the expert level of that power but with the impure mana in his right arm it had changed him mostly while still leaving him at the expert level it made it impossible for him to ascend any higher level.

Impure mana: The impure mana that is how it is called is resigning in his right arm. Polemistis is unable to use his right arm and instead it is now under the will of the impure mana. The impure mana is separate of the main impure mana hivemind. It is also sentient but has not so much intelligent and rather asks depending on the intense emotions that the body it is on is feeling. With that it will act and do something to help the body it is on

## Trivia

* This character was first called corrupted king godverse but then changed the name because it was required in a different name
* Because he was first called corrupted king godverse I added the godverse thingy with him “ruling” over it