After Zayriel came out from his epiphany, he looked around, checking if it was all a dream.
"System, are you there?"
"Yes, Host."
"Okay… deep breath. So it's true. I really have such a system with me?" He still couldn't believe it. Then, a huge grin spread across his face. Buhahahahaha.
"Host, are you okay?"
"…."
Zayriel went outside and started dancing. Luckily, it was evening. He twirled and moved through the streets, the people around him unaware—almost everyone in that district was a normal human. Only a faint silhouette of someone dancing could be seen.
A girl passed by with her father. "Daddy, who or what is that?"
"I don't know, sweetie. Let's leave it. Crazy things happen in this district sometimes."
Everyone looked at the silhouette and passed. Zayriel finished his "Kokolula Dance" and returned home.
"System… the host is definitely not okay," the voice noted.
After celebrating, Zayriel calmed down—or at least used the last of his willpower to force himself to sit down. This was perfect.
"System," he called.
"Yes, Host. What do you want to know?"
"Tell me… what are your features?"
"Oh, Host, I thought you'd never ask. First, let me introduce myself: [OMNISENTIENCE SYSTEM: ACTIVE]."
Lights of faint gold and violet shimmered around him, spinning like miniature galaxies. Symbols, sigils, and floating text appeared in the air before his eyes.
"I am the OMNISENTIENCE SYSTEM. I exist beyond rules, beyond imagination. I have countless features—too many to explain all at once—but I'll give you a taste. Skills, magic, martial arts, technology, energy manipulation, knowledge of all things, artifacts, techniques… and yes, magical eyes. Eyes like the Sharingan, Rinnegan, Byakugan, Six Eyes, and others even beyond mortal comprehension.
Everything is here, Host. And some things… well, even I can't fully explain. But remember hehehe boy, to use them you'll need to pay with skill points, system currency, or complete quests. You'll gain experience and unlock abilities when you defeat creatures, complete missions, discover equipment, or receive monthly system rewards. Some things you can use yourself, some you can sell, trade, or give to others. In fact, most of the things you can sell, trade, or give to allies.
And now… your welcoming package and core abilities. As the holder of the OMNISENTIENCE SYSTEM, you are supposed to have…"
A deep, alien resonance tore through Zayriel's mind. The lights around him pulsed violently, casting the room into shifting patterns of gold, violet, and obsidian. Then… a voice.
"SYNTHESIS," it thundered, shaking the very edges of reality.
"I… AM… THE ABNORMALLY! THE ONE EVEN THE HEAVENS, HELL, AND THE OMNICRON ITSELF FEAR. AND DON'T DARE IMAGINE EXIST!"
Shadows twisted, light splintered, and the air shimmered with raw, unrestrained potential. Zayriel staggered backward as the voice pressed against his mind.
"I CREATE OTHER ABOMINATIONS LIKE ME. I AND MY CREATIONS CASUALLY DEFY FATE AND DESTINY. LIMITS ARE FOR OTHERS. I AM THE ONE AND ONLY. OTHERS MAY TRY TO MIMIC, BUT THEY ARE CHEAP COPY! I… AM… SYNTHESIS!"
Floating shards of gold and violet light twisted into shapes—monsters, constructs, and formless beings evolving before Zayriel's eyes.
"I AM NOT A SKILL. I AM NOT A TOOL. I AM THE ROOT OF CREATION AND EVOLUTION ITSELF. LISTEN AND LEARN, MORTAL, FOR THESE ARE MY FUNCTIONS:"
MERGE BEINGS, MATERIALS, AND ENERGIES: "Any life, any matter, any energy can be fused, combined, or evolved into something new… something that surpasses the original form!"
INFINITE EVOLUTION: "All creations I touch do not remain static. They grow, adapt, and ascend… endlessly. Nothing is weak, nothing is limited, if you command it wisely."
AUTONOMOUS CREATION: "The entities you forge will think, act, and obey with intelligence and loyalty. They may walk, fight, and strategize as your extensions across worlds and realities."
COSMIC RESONANCE: "Even gods, demons, and Omnicron entities will feel my creations, and instinctively know… that you wield something unnatural, something to fear."
ARTIFACT AND ENERGY SYNTHESIS: "Weapons, artifacts, relics, and raw energy can be merged into new forms, their powers amplified, evolved, or entirely rewritten under your command."
SCALABLE POWER: "I scale with your will and intent. The might of the creations is limited only by the depth of your understanding, the clarity of your purpose, and the courage to command me."
IMPRINT AND LEGACY: "Those you forge from my power carry your essence, your intent, and your vision. They may continue growing even beyond your direct control, becoming a living extension of your will."
Zayriel felt the room bend. Shadows grew, tiny flickers of monstrous forms twisted into existence along the edges of his vision. He could feel the weight of potential, as though armies, weapons, and gods themselves were trembling before the thought of what Synthesis could create.
Zayriel swallowed, awe and exhilaration running through him. "So… that's what this ability can do…" he whispered.
"Handle me carefully, mortal," the voice resonated like a pulse through the multiverse. "Wield me wisely… or I shall consume you before your enemies ever reach you. But used properly… your will, your power, your vision… all can become eternal."
And then, everything returned to normal.
The system pulsed again. "Get ready for the second skill."
Before he could react, darkness engulfed him. Space itself seemed to stretch.
DEVOUR
A small, trembling voice echoed through the void, like a child lost in a dark room:
"I AM THE DEVOURER. I NEVER ASKED TO EXIST, YET I EXIST.
WHEN CREATION WAS BORN, A QUESTION AROSE:
WHAT IF THERE WAS A CONCEPT THAT COULD DEVOUR ALL THINGS,
AND BECOME THE VERY ESSENCE OF WHAT IT CONSUMES?
NOT EVEN AN ATOM REMAINS.
NO POTENTIAL ESCAPES ME.
NO MEMORY SURVIVES ME.
I EXIST.
AND EVEN THE OMNICRON, EVEN THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES—THEY KNOW, DEEP DOWN, THEY FEAR ME.
I AM THE END OF THE VERSE.
IF CREATION AND DESTRUCTION ARE NOT CAREFUL, I WILL DEVOUR AND BECOME THEM BOTH.
THERE IS NO OTHER LIKE ME.
NO COPY. NO RIVAL.
I AM NOT BRAGGING—
I AM TRUTH.
I AM THE DEVOURER."
Stars flickered and shattered like glass. Entire planets cracked, splintering into dust that vanished into nothingness, leaving holes in reality itself. A galaxy—once teeming with light—was reduced to a yawning void in an instant.
Zayriel felt a sickening tug at the very fibers of his existence. The Devourer's presence wasn't just powerful—it was a vacuum of reality. Yet Zayriel did not flinch. His eyes narrowed, tracing the swirling void. The system pulsed inside him, alive, recording every fragment, every ripple, every devoured memory.
A cold shiver ran down his spine. For the first time, he realized the universe was not infinite… it could break, bend, and obey the will of something far older, far crueler than any god he'd imagined. His heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of responsibility. If even a fraction of this power could erase worlds, what could happen if he ever lost control?
Every instinct screamed to flee—but Zayriel didn't move. He watched, absorbing the lesson: this was the scale of power he now held a fragment of.