An Unorthodox Path Of Ascendancy

[Chapter 1: We Are Legion]

A/N: some chapters like this will have a different timeset from the present time of which the major events of the game that are altered, some may occur years, decades, centuries or millennia back in the past or into the future.

As our main character is messing with every corner of space-time continuum, utterly flipping history upside down or manipulating to his will, so expect that some character have major or minor changes in their personality do to his interference in practically every time.

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(3rd POV)

*Boom*

A loud explosion rang through the vast wasteland covered on black crystalline minerals that litters that scorched and sandy surfaces of the wasteland, not afar groups of individuals carrying tools built to excavate and carry large quantities of minerals that is scattered all around them.

Neither suprrise or frighten by the sound of a blast that came off several km from where they stand, continuing off with their work, uncaring of had fell with only few having thought or even a bit of concern as to what the blast have been, but the sight of a large scorching rock left them uninterested and forgot it as quickly as they've thought of it.

To the eyes of many, the fall of meteors onto their planet would be of deep concern, but for these inhabitants it isn't a suprising thing, especially when they've live to see calamities strike the land around them each day from the safe confines of their mobile city ships.

Colossal machine made or found from ancient ruins of long dead civilization that had met it's demise many ages ago when they were not but animals in the eyes of the previous civilization that had come to pass in their era, unaware of what and how they perish, a mystery unsolved.

These vast and marvelous machines are powered fueled by the same crystalline mineral that fall from the formation of catastrophes that it leaves a dozen of it in their wake, forcing the new civilization to live in nomadic lifestyles to survive the harsh conditions of their world.

Said minerals are also a source of many sorcery and arts of mysticism and archaic might that defies and breaks the laws of reality of which they are supposed to abide, yet the paradoxical nature of their universe made it flexible enough to ignore some of logics rule.

Granting them extraordinary mights and power to control the natural and primordial forces of the world or in some cases alter the fabric of reality to suit it with their own with varying results, some are good and some are bad, yet some are both and neither of it.

However with such great power comes with great cost(unlike a certain someone), a curse onto one's life that follows them wherever they be, plague by a sickness that cannot be cured or removed no matter how much method is made, one wonders how they've survive thus far without dying.

Perhaps of luck that the sickness doesn't take their life away instantly, yet slowly gnaw at them for years with no end or by cautiousness of their desire to live long that prove them resilient and determined enough to survive and thrive, even in the toughest of terrainds and conditions that they are born with.

Yet this sickness brought great divide of themselves amongst their society, looked down, shunned and even feared by most, their lives are short, sad and lonely with few ever remembering and even mourn of their departure from the wretched they been born onto.