Not Quite Yet

Domain, a pocket dimension of my own creation tied to my very being. Enoch, an idealized form that can grant me incredible strength and power. Pure land, making the area I have landed in a wellspring of pure power, and my own dungeon. With all of these things, I should be able to create a bit of a cheat, something else that takes inspiration from Destiny. I would take the Domain, my Enoch form, the power of my Pure Land, and my Dungeon and I would fold my domain out of my core and combine it with my Dungeon. I would create my Throne World.

I would only truly die if I died within my Throne World, but within this space, I would always be at my strongest, and able to manipulate and affect the world with a whim. If I died anywhere else I would simply reappear and reform here.

I could do it, I felt the domain in my core, and as I focused I could feel the swelling and flowing push of all the mana coursing through the pure land and the dungeon, I could feel the Domain and Enoch powers combining and fusing as they began folding outside of my core…and then with a massive rebound of power they slammed back inside of my core and separated, the magical **** of this attempt forcing me to nearly fall out of my throne.

“What the fuck..ahh, that didn’t feel good,” I say as I wince and groan from the exertion and pain. Straightening out and sighing, I can feel connections being made in my thoughts, barely with input from me. My Sorcerer class knew more about magic than I consciously seemed aware of, and it was telling me that there were steps I would need to step for a feat of ‘Deus Ruptor’ level magic.

“What the fuck is Deus Ruptor level magic?” I muttered to myself as knowledge sparks into my consciousness.

There were levels of magic from 1 to 9, like Dungeons and Dragons, except in this world there were two beyond those levels. Deus, or 10th, level magic which was generally considered world-altering magic such as True Wish or becoming a god, or moving entire mountains. Then above that was Deus Ruptor, or God Breaker, 11th level. These spells were only theoretical and could affect reality, breaking established rules of magic set by the original gods…apparently, my Throne World idea would be Deus Ruptor magic. Something about how it mixes Dark and Light powers to create a Pocket Dimension within the Prime Dimension.

“Alright fine, what will I need then…” Apparently, I had to ask myself questions to ‘remember’ the information, fun.

I will need two other individuals capable of at least tenth-level magic to help me, and I will need to-

“Wow wait a second…that wasn’t something the Goddesses mentioned to me,” I said as the information came to me.

I would need to begin accumulating tithed power from adherents of the Sword Logic. When someone who is sworn to me and my beliefs kills or dominates, proving themselves worthy of existence, they will tithe some of that power to their direct superiors, and so on and so forth, until it gets to me. I’ll need to create something to show me the progress of that build-up…

“Did that become a thing because of my own inspirations and willpower connected to what I’m doing? Interesting…”

I would need help, and I need tithe from adherents of my belief system, does that count the creations of my dungeons and my emanations?...Alright my sorcerer brain didn’t fill that in, so I guess I don’t know.

I needed to find out what was around me, I needed to start exploring this world and enforcing my will upon it…or at the very least know what could come strolling along to kill me. So I stood up and flexed the metallic, skeletal frame of wings and thought about using them to fly when they flared with that now familiar green flame, filling the gaps in between each ‘finger’ of framing. With a simple flap motion, I rocketed upwards and quickly realized it was less the movement of the wings and more the intention that seemed to propel me.

As I landed on the lip of the Volanco, seeing that the one jagged and naturally formed opening was now a perfectly circular hole in the earth, I saw that the Volcano also pulsed with energy on the surface, the entire thing now counting as Pure Land apparently. While good to know, this could be a problem, the pulsing green and black mountain all on its own amongst a sprawling grassland is pretty fucking noticeable. Hopefully, there wasn’t anything around.

As I turned to look over the other side of the mountain I noticed in the distance a wide river passing nearby to this grassy region, probably a two-day walk, and at its widest there appeared to be a medium-sized trading city, with docks set up, and ferries bringing people back and forth across the water-way that apparently saw some traffic.

“Well fuck.”