Back in the normal world...
When Soren opened his eyes again and saw the familiar ceiling above, he knew he was back in his bedroom. He wasn't a fool to not know that, with the entire story of the TV show in his mind, Chuck had a hand in the events that played out after dealing with the Wendigo. The divine guy was watching the brothers from day fucking one and writing their lives like it was a storybook!
Soren ground his teeth in anger from that realization, but that anger was compounded further when he saw the System notifications about him missing a whole fucking year and wasn't able to get involved in a few events. Honestly, a few of them were a hit or miss so Soren didn't feel like he missed out too much.
If he was going to miss out on the chance to encounter an actual god bound to the tree, Soren would curse Chuck even more with a more powerful Cruciatus.
After a moment of venting his frustrations with some violent mental imagery, Soren decided to see more about what happened. He knew that, despite Chuck's power, He couldn't fully erase him from this world without consequence. It was like trying to enjoy a soda in summer without any ice. The lingering coldness from being in the fridge or drink dispenser wasn't going to last long.
He opened the unread notifications and, while he was invested in the part about Reality Anchors, he wanted to get a better idea of what truly went down.
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[Main Reality Anchor destroyed! Host is forcibly ejected from the World!]
[External Native Interference detected! Energy signatures 99.99% match to the entity known as "Chuck" or "God".]
[Host has been forcibly ejected into the White Void! Beginning re-construction of Reality Anchors...]
[Unsuccessful.]
[Emergency Beacon activated. Seeking assistance from the main System Node...]
[Resources has been allocated. Assistance from main System Node has been granted.]
[Soul Core has been damaged! Integrity loss at 50%]
[Initiating Emergency protocols... Successful.]
[Reality Anchors have been successfully deployed in target reality.]
[Soul Core Integrity loss at 75%. Initiating immediate respawn...]
[Hunter's Dream/Nightmare has been disabled! Initiating respawn in host reality...]
[Temporal Distortion detected!]
[Protocols engaged. Attempting respawn...]
[You have successfully respawned!]
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Soren read through the extra notifications he got between the notification prompts he got when he returned back to reality. He had no idea that this situation with Chuck trying to erase him from this world was so bad that even the System couldn't keep up with it. All he knew, at least from the notifications he read so far, was that things were bad.
His soul was damaged from the sudden ejection, but not too much to the point of being irreversible. The System was attempting to work overtime to bring him back into Reality and it seemed to work just fine, yet there was something else that Soren felt was different. It wasn't the fact that he was now a year in the future, but that there was something else going on.
Something integral to all of existence.
Just as he was thinking more about it (aka reading into things), two System notifications appeared in his vision.
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[Due to the loss of one year in your reality iteration through an external native force, you have been compensated with the following rewards:]
+ Major System Upgrade: This upgrade will enable features that will prevent attacks from divine entities and/or Reality-level superpowers. Aside from the Administrators of the System, there will be no permanent deletion or destruction of the System.
+Skill Evolutions: Even now, the presence of the [White Void] lingers on your essence. Its very presence may trigger evolutions unforeseen in your journey.
+Story Progression: While your life is relatively peaceful now, the presence of the [White Void] has triggered an unforeseen development. Even in your Seraphim form, you are marked by something outside of Chuck and the Empty's purview. This will, unfortunately for you, alter your steps within this reality...
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Soren looked this notification with some concern as he realized that the System couldn't purge the lingering presence of the [White Void] from his soul core, but that same realization did not fully relieve him. Despite the unforeseen consequences of the [White Void], he understood that things have become far too unstable if even Chuck tried to erase him from existence and only fail due to the intervention of the System.
However, what truly sent a cold chill down Soren's spine was the next notification.
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[Due to the influence of the {White Void}, your very gestalt nature has been altered irreversibly. The following effects have been noticed by the System:]
+ Transcendent Immortality has been upgraded. EX -> EX+
+ Paleblood Origins has evolved. From the depths of madness, influenced by a Void of pure White, the blood sings... Paleblood Origins (SSS+) -> Voidblood Nature (EX)
+ Ancient Magic Manipulation has been upgraded and evolved. Despite the mana of another universe attempting to fight against the Void of Pure White, it failed miserably. The fight had been lost, yet the war between two energies gave birth to a new energy that cannot be denied or written from existence... Ancient Magic Manipulation (SS) -> Essence of the White Void (EX)
+ Ashen Physique has evolved. While the physique of those who become a dying flame or a King of a Dead World is powerful, the Void of Pure White saw imperfection where none else could be seen. It too lost in its fight against the onslaught of the Void, yet this war between gestalt natures gave birth to a new physique beyond the reach of the Divine. Human yet not. A perfect fit for a Hunter... Ashen Physique (SS+) -> Flesh of the Void (EX)
+ Your true race of Seraphim has been evolved. You were once a being that formed from human origins and transcended the Divine. You hunted in an endless battle against enemies that craved your blood and were willing to tear you apart to do so. For you, who reached the Dark Ending of a world beyond this world, you shed your mortal self to become a Godless Seraphim on par with the Archangels of God. Now, by the influence of the Void of Pure White, your souls of souls has been marked. Reality will sunder itself in your presence... Seraphim (Godless/System-forged) -> Eldritch Avatar (White Void Variant)
+ All human(oid) vessels created by Vessel Manifest have been granted a special trait: Voidborne.
+ Shadowed Presence (EX) has been removed from your Abilities section.
+ All stats and skill masteries have been forcibly reset with no Prestige tiers awarded.
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"WHAT?!" Soren shouted in a cold dread. He looked around his home and shivered in fear as he didn't want Chuck to observe him and attempt to erase him again, but as nothing happened, he took a sharp intake of breath and tried to calm himself down.
"Calm down, Soren," he thought to himself as he attempted to look around his room one more time, "the System wouldn't fuck you over right away if the only skill you could use to hide yourself from the sight of Chuck was removed. It isn't unreasonable to remove a skill unless there was something already there to make a skill or two redundant..."
Soren decided to check out his new race and its abilities, yet what he found both relieved him somewhat and sent a chill down his spine once again.
He saw that his new race, the EldritchAvatar, were inherently unable to be detected as their true selves by nearly any means except by other Avatars and the System. This was obviously why the System removed Shadowed Presence, but as he read more about what these Avatars were, it was becoming more and more clear on just how fucked he really was. These entities were, in layman's terms, above even God himself in terms of how powerful they were and could even go toe to toe with Old Ones from the Bloodborne universe.
"Damn itall," Soren groaned mentally as he finished reading all of the abilities for his new race, "my new race is basically a fan's power trip gone wild, huh? I wonder if the Emperor from the Warhammer universe could survive me?"
Although Soren wasn't a massive Warhammer fan, he was aware of the famous franchise from Games Workshop. There had been some people back in his original world that had been lucky enough to acquire items that were from the famous Imperium of Man. Those said items did not include human Servitors or servo-skulls, but were basically either lasguns or chainsaw swords.
Changing his train of thought, he looked up from the transparent screen of the System to the nearby window that was letting in streams of pure sunlight. He knew that one year wasn't enough to change the town of Sioux Falls that much, but Soren was not sure why he felt like there was something even more wrong with his iteration of the Supernatural universe. After having to live here for over three decades and encounter the Winchester brothers, Soren knew that things were different.
"Let's see if Chuck can handle me again," Soren smirked like a villainous protagonist and decided to accept the first quest on the currently available quests list. "Because I'll have to run more tests on my new race and abilities since the System removed my cloaking ability and reset my stats."
The quest was titled "Scarecrow".
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Meanwhile, in a different reality, an old corpse sat upon the Golden Throne. He tried everything to call forth a suitable soul to aid the Imperium against the forces of Chaos, but He only managed to succeed partially. Something managed to protect this living soul from His summoning, but He was patient. This soul would come as they received His call, yet there was something that bothered Him deeply.
A vision from the depths of the Immaterium (aka the Warp) made His avatar step back a step. He did not know what it was that He saw, but it was a pure [White Void] that seemed to contain something that He could also summon to aid Him. A powerful force that not only held a great amount of anger, but was able to withstand the corrosive influence of the Warp.
This would need some thinking...
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Continued in: Scarecrow I.