I bulged my eyes out so much that it felt like they nearly fell out of their sockets. Instead of feeling all those fun sensations of being consumed by a black hole—albeit a fake one—I found myself in a rather bright... Crowded... Place.
This simply couldn't pass for paradise. One could judge purely visually, and the sensations were far from "angelic."
I was in the middle of a void, which I sensed perfectly well, and I was simply levitating. No towering gilded columns or marble floors with countless stars beyond them.
It was exactly that—a void. Only I was in it, along with... Hundreds of tubes of various sizes appearing and disappearing.
My intuition and experience as a Void Lord quickly suggested that these weren't just "tubes," but spatial gates used by mages, demons, gods, and other entities to travel between worlds. And they also couldn't come into contact with the void, because... It would kill them. Before they could even think, they would vanish from the world, or non-world.
All my thoughts took... A dozen milliseconds. That is very long. It seems the loss of most of my computing power hit me hard. Just remembering how many qubits I had... And now... These old fifteen trillion...
Looking at my hands, I saw only a translucent whitish veil with a slight skin tone. I was wearing a cloak with the hood down, pants that felt like silk, and boots that reached halfway up my calf. They were leather.
Apparently, due to the fact that I am a Void Lord, I didn't die while swimming in the wasteland. And my outfit... Looked old-fashioned, but I couldn't help but notice the taste with which this set of clothes was assembled.
ooking up, I saw a sword floating by... My sword... Several questions immediately popped into my head, like: "How the hell hasn't it dissolved in the void yet?" and "How did it get here?" Trying not to dwell on it, I just flew up to it and grabbed it, which I successfully managed. I immediately stroked the matte blade, as if I had missed it for many years and only now had the moment of reunion arrived.
"Looking around?" a voice sounded from my side. My eyes widened, and turning around, I hastened to use the newly acquired sword for its intended purpose. Jumping away from the source of the voice, I pointed the blade straight at his throat, gripping the sword with a death grip.
In response, a smiling face looked at me... A creature with a humanoid physique that strongly resembled a human, but essentially wasn't one. His smile was full of sharp fangs that occasionally struck sparks, as if made of steel. He had snow-white hair, a slightly insane look with scarlet irises, and barely visible bloody trails beneath them.
Behind the creature were snow-white wings with a huge number of equally bloody eyeballs looking in different directions and blinking occasionally. As for clothes, he wore only... White pants.
He had defined musculature, but without excess. Like a person who dedicated part of their life to training in the gym.
"W-what are you?!" my voice broke a little, because I was seeing such a creature for the first time in my, already not first, life. The creature blinked a couple of times, wiped the smile off his face, and created an expression of polite misunderstanding.
Looking me over again, he apparently understood what was worrying him so much and finally began to speak.
"Hello, strange Void Lord. My name is Vetull Kurs, and I am the strongest Void Demon of this multiverse." He spread his pale arms to the sides, as if embracing all this space with them.
"My task is to obey the Void Lord, but... You are strange. Everything tells me that you are the Void Lord, but your appearance and energy composition... Are completely different, as is your soul." He lowered his soft baritone and put a hand to his chin, narrowing his eyes once again, examining me.
"Since I cannot determine who you are, I can simply advise you to... Become stronger! So that later you can prove to me that you are indeed the Void Lord. You are the only Lord; there is no second Void Lord in any multiverse. Wear this title with honor." He, or rather "he" now, delivered this strange speech and looked around. Looking at me again, he smiled radiantly.
Appearing next to me, he touched my chest with his palm, clearly intending to do something. I didn't understand exactly what. I have no experience in this.
"What are you... Doing?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. For ten seconds now, he had been holding his palm in the center of my chest, looking somewhere... into nowhere, and using an unknown force to prevent me from moving. The answer followed immediately.
"You need a physical body for further development. I'm just looking for a suitable one... Found it." In the next instant, a rather weak but energy-filled blow landed on my chest. Sending the sword into the domain, I watched as the Void Demon I had met quickly receded. Turning my head, I saw that I was flying towards one of the "balls" between which the tubes stood. These were universes.
Well then... New world?
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The awakening was no better than the last one. I bulged my eyes out just the same and abruptly rose from my bunk, hitting my head hard against something wooden. My body reflexively grabbed the sore spot without thinking, trying to soothe the pain.
Yeah... Who knew I'd be thrown into a human body. Well, since this is my new place of residence, I need to "inspect" it.
Rubbing my forehead, I lay back on the bunk and closed my eyes. The necessary formulas and materials for creating topological nanorobots lined up in my head immediately; without a second thought, I created a small pile and forced them to walk through my aching body, collecting as much information as possible.
Aching body is not an exaggeration; both arms hurt as if they had been put under a hydraulic press, my chest throbbed with cutting pain, my legs were no better... And the most precious part, the testicles... Hurt the most, as if someone had punched me there with all their might.
After suffering for a minute or a half, I began my information gathering. What I received, I didn't like, not at all. let's start the listing.
Cracks were found on the arm bones, as well as traces of improperly healed fractures. And there were a lot of fractures in the arms.
Six ribs out of twenty-four were literally shattered into pieces. Some pieces of these ribs had punctured the lungs, hindering breathing. I didn't think much about it, since I didn't lose consciousness. I essentially don't need to breathe right now... It's strange that the muscles work.
The brain in this body had been dead for a long time, and I wouldn't have been able to extract memories from it even if I wanted to.
Let's move on to the most important thing—the reproductive system... As I expected—everything was destroyed. And the fact that I was in the body of a six-year-old child evoked pity in me for this little creature that was treated so poorly... But that's okay, I will avenge all of this.
Having examined the amount of damage to this body, I exhaled and ordered the nanorobots to recreate me anew, replacing flesh with composite metal. This whole procedure went slowly, because I simply had no desire to pass out. The nanites slowly created each other, rebuilding the body practically from scratch, starting with the legs. I was still the same six-year-old child... Only better.
Rising from the bunk, I looked around my landing spot with new eyes. Amidst the darkness and small dusty shelves, it was easy to notice thin magazines with various adventure stories. They had been reread a hundred times, judging by the condition of the covers, which were torn in various places, and pieces of the picture were simply pale.
To my right was a primitive alarm clock on springs with two bells on top. To my surprise, it was still ticking and showing the time... If I knew what time it was now, I would confirm the correctness of the hands on the dial. But for now, I don't have such a luxury.
To my left lay old round glasses, taped up with scotch tape and electrical tape, as well as several pencils of different colors. Looking at the leads, it wasn't hard to understand—they weren't used at all.
That was everything. There was nothing else in this closet, except for the proof that the previous owner of this body lived here and did whatever he could. I admit, if I were in his place... Nothing would remain of this place.
And I discovered another extremely unpleasant problem... I cannot connect to the internet, as if it doesn't exist here at all. It would be nice to know what year I am in, and generally what kind of world this is, but doing so without information is stupid and useless. And I won't be able to withstand threats, given my physical condition. Yes, I rebuilt my body, but this is only the very, very beginning; I don't even have the powers I had when I was an ordinary worker drone. The only things left are the Solver, the Cube, and the Void.
A complete body reconstruction will take several weeks at a minimum; in that case, the chance that I accidentally lose consciousness approaches zero. And I don't need that yet anyway. Right now my strength is at the level of a superhuman; I can juggle two-hundred-kilogram weights. But that's not enough... I want my fifty-ton lifting capacity back...
Scattering my thoughts, I activated the Solver and with one slight movement of my hand, opened the door latch, forcing this creaking piece of wood to release me into the corridor.
Getting out of the closet, I couldn't help but notice that it was located right under the stairs, from where something could definitely fall when someone walked on it.
Looking at the stairs one last time, I went in search of a bathroom... Which didn't take long. After literally ten seconds, I found myself in a rather nicely furnished room with a sink, toilet, and bathtub. A most ordinary bathroom.
Grabbing myself with the Solver, I lifted myself to the level of the mirror and looked at my face. Black disheveled hair stood out strongly from my completely calm appearance. Silver eyes, which certainly weren't silver before my arrival, glowed slightly. Sharp cheekbones and nose were lost against the background of pale, almost dead skin. And generally, I looked like a zombie.
The only thing I didn't like about my appearance was the hair I mentioned earlier. It was too short, and I'm used to long hair that should be stronger than a steel rod. This wasn't a problem for me; in these few weeks, the body will return to my closest state, only in human form.
Shaking my head, I lowered myself back to the floor and left the bathroom, heading with slow and measured steps to a place that resembled an old-fashioned kitchen. A sink, a gas stove, a large table in the center, and a bunch of various drawers. On the wall near the exit to the backyard hung a calendar, which I immediately approached.
The date on it read:
September 5, 1986
My eye twitched. Well, yes, of course, there are still four years until the full public release of the internet; no wonder I can't connect to it.
It would be foolish to think otherwise. I could, of course, reach out to those hidden test networks, but it makes no sense, as they have even less information than insufficient.
My thoughts were interrupted by quiet footsteps behind me. Abruptly turning around, I assumed a combat stance, putting two hands forward ready to accept all adversities with my forehead. But instead of the thermonuclear monster I expected to see, I met... A fat boy of this body's age. He, apparently, was no less surprised than I was, for his eyes were ready to fall out of their orbits and hang on those thin pieces of flesh.
Empathy immediately gave me disbelief and fear of my persona. The source was unknown.
The kid was about to turn around and start screaming, when I grabbed him with the Solver and shut his mouth, using telekinesis to drag the body of this illegitimate son of a pig and a human towards me.
Looking into his eyes, I asked one question:
"What is your name?" You know, people's names can hold a lot of information. And if you recall that I have a multiverse here with blackjack and hookers, then the meaning of my question grows exponentially. I had to let this piglet speak. And only after ten seconds of staring, he finally let out:
"D-Dudley D-D-Dursley..." his voice trembled and broke, despite the fact that these were just a pathetic two words. Hearing this name, I sighed and without any ceremony dropped this fat piece of meat onto the floor. Disappointed whimpering was heard underfoot.
So... Harry Potter.
I recall one of the oldest but most popular phrases I could possibly know. And it fits here.
"The world of Harry Potter... It's not me locked up with them, it's them locked up with me!" I started in a quiet half-whisper, and by the end, shouted like a madman. Ooh, how much I can stir up here! There is magic here!
"What's that noise?!" a voice came from above, rough, sleep-deprived. Down the stairs descended the ringleader of this pigsty—Vernon Dursley. It was easy enough to recognize him—mustache, huge body, and an aura of negativity eternally surrounding him.
Stopping, he ran his gaze over me and Dudley. Apparently, seeing his crying son, something clicked in the giant's head, so he seemed to break off the chain and rushed at me with his fists.
I just smiled.
His blow, which could have turned the previous host into a cripple, I simply caught with my hand, and, squeezing my palm, broke several of Vernon's fingers. My calm and sweet smile illuminated total domination over this piece of nothingness. Correlating all the injuries of my body and the annoyed face of the pig wasn't that difficult. I said I would take revenge? But the revenge will be tenfold...
Poking the man in the stomach, I, using the Solver, tore apart the gas stove, literally separating it into its component parts (bolt to bolt), found the pipe that led to the gas cylinder, and sent the blue cylinder rolling across the floor.
Next, I activated the command /resize/ and shrank this cylinder to the size of a keychain, but left the gas untouched.
Picking up this small capsule, I smiled, now threateningly. Leaning down, I opened the mouth of the younger pig, and shoved the shrunken gas cylinder right down his throat, forcing him to swallow this piece of metal.
"Let's see how the mages react," I said, looking at the shocked Vernon, and teleported outside. Making a couple more teleportations, I found myself a kilometer from the house where my soul was accepted by the new host. I think this distance is enough.
Sitting on the grass of a clearing in the forest, I snapped my fingers. A few seconds later, the sound of a powerful explosion reached me.
In these literal fifteen minutes of life in this world, I had already managed to kill several dozen people and stage a freaking terrorist attack. My future in this world promises to be fun... But this is just the beginning.
So, this world is known not only for its characters... But also for magic! And that means... Fate leads me to the very first place where Muggle-born children are introduced to the world of magic—the Leaky Cauldron.
Or rather, I needed not the place itself, but Diagon Alley, where I can buy the necessary books, that's firstly; secondly, learn more about this world, and thirdly... Understand if it's Dumbledore-Good or Dumbledore-Bad here. Given the behavior of the Dursleys, one might think that it is Dumbledore-Bad here after all. But! There is no one hundred percent certainty in this, so I will have to find out everything myself.
Examining my body, I used the Cube to create a black cloak without a hood, a white t-shirt, shoes, and black pants on myself.
The chances that anyone will recognize me as Harry Potter are approaching zero. Regeneration removed the scar, fixed the vision, even the hair became straighter than when I looked in the mirror. And in a month I will cease to be Harry Potter altogether.
Examining my clothes once again, I smiled once more and teleported to a remote street. Now I had to get to the "Cauldron". And then—it's a matter of technique.
I'll have to walk for... Three hours, no less, considering how far the county of Devon is from London itself. I'm not complaining, I'm used to long walks... After twenty years of wandering the planet Copper-9...
But this is different.
Getting out of the forest in a completely different direction... Of something, I continued my long journey towards the capital of this state. Taking another step, I abruptly turned my body in a completely different direction, as I realized I was going the wrong way. How inconvenient it is without an internet connection... Otherwise, I would have arranged such a thing... Ooh-h-h.
And so I walked... Walked... And walked... Looked at old cars flying by, heard the distant hum of airplanes, saw how the density of buildings increased more and more. The sun at this time was just rising, trying to reach its zenith soon.
Many people, when they saw a strange boy in strange clothes, turned around and made questioning facial expressions, but then discarded these thoughts, as they thought that parents gave me a Halloween costume and allowed me to walk around somewhere. At least that's what I felt with empathy.
Good thing they don't know that I killed my own uncle, aunt, and cousin. They don't know now, but they will find out when they get the new newspapers.
But by that moment... It won't be my business anymore.
And so, after a long few hours of walking through morning London, I finally reached... The street next to Charing Cross Road. Yes-yes-yes, I know that the Leaky Cauldron is on the other side of the buildings, I just confused the directions again. Just a little bit.
Walking through a dirty alley, I came out right near the Leaky Cauldron, the sign of which attracted a lot of attention for mages, but attracted absolutely no muggles.
I considered myself neither a mage nor a muggle, but the Solver's words during our last meeting in my subconscious inclined my thoughts to the fact that I am still a mage. I see the Leaky Cauldron, right? Right. Means a mage, of what strength doesn't matter anymore.
Opening the door of the old pub, I found myself in a completely different world. A wooden bar counter made of wood unknown to me was the only item that caught the eye... In a good way.
The rest cannot be described in a good way. Several people in black robes, drinking various alcoholic beverages and looking like total rednecks, didn't seem like the biggest problem, one only had to look at the floor. It was a separate art form, as if it hadn't been washed for years, decades, but at the same time, it didn't stink. At least something positive.
The rest simply wasn't worth my great attention. Walking past the abruptly silent redneck-like creatures, I went around the corner of the pub, and found myself in a small alley with a dead end and a trash can. Somewhere here should be the entrance to Diagon Alley. But I know neither the code nor where to tap with a wand, not to mention the fact that I don't have a wand.
I was about to go back and call Tom, the barman, when his silhouette appeared at the end of the alley. A couple of seconds later he was already standing next to me.
I looked at him with such innocent eyes, and for a second glanced at the approximate entrance to the Alley. Tom shifted his gaze from me to the wall for a long time, but in the end gave up and sighed. Pulling a wand from a holster on his forearm, he made several light taps with his wand on specific bricks. Almost immediately, the passage began its opening. The bricks turned into a reverse whirlpool and instead of sucking in, on the contrary—parted, revealing a view of a street filled with people. Every second of this performance I greedily devoured with my brain and eyes, memorizing every slightest detail.
Smiling like a child, I nodded to Tom and walked through the open passage, officially stepping into one of the most recognizable places in the Harry Potter world, Diagon Alley. I'll need to buy books, preferably on runes and so on... Heh-heh-heh.
But there is one problem. I have no money. There are of course a couple of ways to solve this—synthesis and theft. The second explains itself, just using telekinesis to take several wallets that don't have protection charms. And the first—create a cube of gold and throw it to the Goblins; they simply won't be able to prove the illegality and will probably just start calling me a walking philosopher's stone.
Although no. These two options are simply terrible! I can just go to Flourish and Blotts (did I spell it right?), and read the books I need there! With my reading speed, I can extract the maximum amount of information from the library until it runs out there... Or until I get kicked out, which can also be considered a success. Why do I need money if I have brains?
Thoughts didn't take even a tenth of a second, so I immediately headed to the most popular bookstore on this street.
Maneuvering between people, I tried to hold back my disgust; it felt as if mages don't wash. And generally, I managed to scan one, and his condition scared me. They are so... Weak. Physically. Give them 25 kilograms, and they will fold like a house of cards.
The rest of the time I tried to ignore people.
Reaching the shop, I opened the door and slipped inside, not paying even the slightest attention to the librarian-cashier, who looked at me from under his brows, and continued to read his newspaper.
Without further hesitation, I went towards the section with books on Ancient Runes. Read all books for all five years of Hogwarts (we all know that Ancient Runes is an elective subject and it starts from the third year), I can do in thirty minutes, that is, if I don't try hard. And generally, I can copy these books and read them somewhere else. But I have no other places, just like a home, which I single-handedly smashed to smithereens. So, I'll have to read here.
Using the Solver to pull a third-year rune book to me, I sat on a stool and began my reading, turning pages every half second and absorbing information not just like a sponge, but like... Activated charcoal. With every letter read, the chains in my head became more and more clear, even new chains appeared. And by the end of the first book, I already had a pretty good understanding of runic constructions at a level much higher than a pathetic third year.
Looking around my surroundings and finding no interference, I started on the fourth-year book. This time I read even faster, pages were flying just like that. It's good to already have some understanding of ancient runes, to supplement existing knowledge with the help of higher-level books. It's like... Buildings from the game Mindustry, if you don't finish the schematic, miss some component, then this can lead to several outcomes—production stoppage, explosion. Only with a complete structure will everything work as needed. Same in runes, although I won't be able to lead them to an explosion, because I will calculate probabilities faster than reality has time to react, but making them work won't always work out for me.
Finished with the fourth year, I took up the fifth. In my head, a full-fledged foundation for runic modification and reality control was already being built. I even came up with... How to convert energy into Mana! But that is just a theory, as I haven't figured out how the local mana works yet.
The fifth year was read even faster, then the sixth and seventh... Then I switched to books outside the curriculum, reading them just as fast as the main ones.
As a result, I spent even less than twenty minutes reading the entire rune section. I didn't expect such a high-quality effect from reading and creating a new database in my head.
But, apparently, I wasn't destined to switch to other books—loud, hurried footsteps were heard heading in my direction.
A moment later, the librarian popped out from around the corner, looking at me like an enemy of the people. Well then, today's reading session is concluded.
He was quickly next to my small body, glowing with light rage. I smiled, in a childish way, and instead of listening to complaints, showed him the peace sign and disappeared, like in a certain well-known meme.
I appeared back on the street, amidst a bunch of people who, it seemed, didn't notice my microscopic figure abruptly appearing in the middle of the alley.
In principle, I don't need anything else; this knowledge of runes will be enough for me up until the moment of complete body reconstruction, and after that... And after that I will return to the life of a mad experimenter who loves to conduct experiments on himself and others. And, since there are plenty of people in this world... I don't think it will be hard to find a couple of test subjects.
I disappeared again and appeared on the roof of one of the buildings in London. More precisely not on the roof, but in the air above it. The limitation of my teleportation is knowledge of the terrain. If I don't know how to teleport there—I don't teleport. Air is also considered terrain, so I can teleport onto it.
Landing on my feet, I sat in a meditation pose. First, I need to deal with my own magical energy and write a runic construct for myself that will convert energy into magic with maximum energy ratio.
I will also need to wait for the complete body reconstruction and start using these same runes to update the nanorobots. It would also be nice to make myself a dome, through which my persona will not be visible from satellites, nor by mages, nor by anyone in general.
In short, there is time for thought.
Already in my head, I began to build some simulations of rune work and their combinations. Almost immediately came the idea for the dome I need, which I will place right on this roof. No one will mind if I make my small base here?
The idea of the dome consisted of combining several runes, or rather just three.
The first rune was Isa, which characterized the very concept of stasis or freezing. With its help, I can block both incoming and outgoing signals, such as light, magical radiation, or sound.
The second rune was the well-known Algiz. It will help me create the "Dome" itself, since initially it is specifically a rune of protection. Remake its writing a little and combine it with the other two runes, and something imba will result.
The third and last rune should be Raidho. Only its inverted version. Yes, runes can be inverted, and they have the absolutely opposite effect. It means "Connection". But due to the "invertedness" here everything is the opposite—severing of all connections and channels.
Combining these three runes, I will get a Disillusionment Charm on steroids, which not only hides from others' gaze, but generally from all types of... Whatever it may be.
Their arrangement will be in three layers. Algiz - Isa - Raidho, where Algiz will be the outer one. It will form a certain mesh in space, in the form of a hemisphere, which will cover me and everything I create here.
Next, four Isa runes, two on the Z and X axes. They will freeze all incoming and outgoing photons and so on, turning the hemisphere into an absolutely black corner, which will not interfere with light inside, but will not let it out.
And the Inverted Raidho will be the guarantee that this black hemisphere will be unnoticeable to all types of connections. And it will be the core of this dome, located directly in the center of the seal.
Now the improvement of nanorobots. I won't describe the runes in such detail, but I'll say their names and briefly explain how they can help me.
Uruz—will help me return the physical strength of the body, multiplying it almost tenfold. It is literally connected with strength.
Ehwaz—will increase not only my reaction speed, but also the replication speed of nanorobots, as well as the speed of energy movement through my body.
Mannaz—literally intellect. One asks, why do I need even more computing power? I don't know, but I will have even more of it when I use this rune. Such an amount of power didn't help me in the battle with Cyn... Because I'm an idiot... But runes can't fix that, unfortunately.
I will combine all this into one runic script that will work on a single cycle Uruz - Ehwaz - Mannaz. Strengthening - acceleration - binding. Maximum integration with my system and those remnants of AI that survived the transfer of huge arrays of information without burning out, and survived the complete destruction of my body.
A bonus to all this will be the fact that I will become as immune to magic as a dragon or similar creature. This, of course, won't save me from Hellfire (Fiendfyre) or Protego Diabolica, but most low-level spells, and possibly—Avada, will simply bounce off.
But I wouldn't count on it.
And the finale of all this—the converter.
Sowilo—will store the Cluster Wormhole Generator energy, keeping it in the form of an energy ball.
Nauthiz—this rune will extract energy and redirect it to Sowilo for storage, in order to then pass to Gebo, connected with Laguz.
Laguz—the very concept of life, or in other words—mana. The link with Gebo will "exchange" energy for Mana.
Gebo—will act as this very exchanger, which takes energy from Sowilo, takes the directive of Laguz, and simply turns energy into Mana with a 1:1 ratio.
These are my most honest, but at the same time—approximate calculations. One should not forget that the discipline of runes is for me not just a novelty, but a completely new section. It is foolish to think otherwise.
No matter how many simulations I run, I cannot imagine the combination of magic and the Solver.
These are only the very first prototypes, which require more polishing than practical use. I will deal with them after my body undergoes complete reconstruction and I can handle magical energy tolerably. Only after that will I deal with runes. And now... These couple of weeks I will just... Rest?
Rest, a word I haven't seen for over twenty years...
Despite my great desire for rest, my body didn't want to engage in total procrastination and told me to do at least something besides meditation. Never thought I would listen not to my brain, but to my body, but still, the suggestion wasn't as bad as it initially seemed.
Standing up, I stretched, smiling at the rays of the afternoon sun and the rare cloudless sky. Approaching the edge of the roof and looking down, a picture of a typical busy street with hundreds of people scurrying back and forth appeared before me.
But that's not my business.
Snapping my fingers, I found myself in the forest, not far from the Dursley house I had blown up. Yes-yes, the very forest where I fled to avoid getting hit by the shockwave.
Now, however, I had completely different business.
I need to go into the domain and... Do something there. I don't know, derive a new formula, create an optimized rune construct... You know, that sounds pretty good.
I need to level up runes, with which I will improve my beloved self? Right-right, I need that.
Sitting on the grass (P.A. "I sat on the GRASS [weed] to you!" "Hedgehog, is it true you PRICK [shoot up] yourself!?" Couldn't resist, sorry. Some Russian meme), I turned my head, looking at the trees surrounding me, and without any questions opened a portal to the domain.
Something strange happened immediately.
My sixth sense, which had been silent all this time, roared like a wounded beast. Receiving this heart-rending scream about approaching danger, I redirected the domain portal upwards. Judging by what happened in the next second—not in vain.
A gigantic beam of molten plasma flew out of the portal, which by its mere existence turned a hundred-meter radius of the forest around me into ash, and turned the ground into magma. This beam crashed into the clouds and scattered them, literally clearing part of the continent of clouds for the next week.
My body was no better off. I was left as a melted slime, slowly regenerating. Anything but this... I didn't expect such a... Such a setup. The beam continued to pierce the sky while I tried to understand what had happened during my absence in the domain.
Everything quickly fell into place, and I couldn't help but express it in a spoken phrase as soon as my mouth recovered from the state of "nothing." The words seemed to come from my very soul.
"So that's where all the heat from my nanorobots and their chips went..." Yes. The idiocy continues. I accidentally, apparently, sent all thermal energy into the domain. And since I had a vacuum there, and it was accompanied only by solid-state objects... All the thermal energy went precisely into these objects, turning them into plasma.
The battle with Cyn only complicated everything, and there became much more plasma. Simply put, I now have a sauna in my domain with a temperature of more than fifty thousand degrees.
By the command of my mind, I closed the portal and instantly cooled all the insides of the domain, applying a temperature of absolute zero to all matter. After waiting a few seconds, I began to slightly raise the temperature until it reached a comfortable 24 degrees Celsius.
Exhaling calmly, I opened the portal to the domain again. Before me appeared a picture... Of chaos, nothing else can describe it.
Drops of previously molten metal lay on the floor, still radiating that threatening temperature close to the core of some small star.
The quantum computer, which should have suffered the most, was on the contrary completely fine. All this splendor didn't even touch it. I just always keep absolute zero around it, so the plasma entering the field of the quantum computer simply turned back into metal, or whatever it was before.
Closer to the computer lay my... Sword. It wasn't melted, but it had several rather wide cracks running from the hilt itself to the very tip, affecting not only the blade but everything else too.
Approaching my artifact, which just refuses to be destroyed, even in such a hell, I grabbed it tighter, and made a light swing. In response came the crackle of graphene.
Smiling, I began to recall the structure of nanite acid. Still, need to make the sword stylish and effective at the same time.
Touching the blade, I began to create. The Cube didn't miss the chance to activate and also integrate into the work, helping the Solver. The latter created the template of the nanite acid nanobot, and the former—embodied this template into reality.
Moments later, a white, no, rather silver haze began to form around my fingers, which rapidly spread over the entire sword, penetrating the discovered cracks and filling them with its mass. These cracks not only began to glow with a bright gray light, like the tails of Disassembly Drones glow yellow, but also restored the integrity of the sword, returning its smoothness.
Making a couple more test swings, I was convinced of the reliability of the nanorobot binding and with a slight smile on my lips left the domain. I can't do anything there, for now. For now, I can't. I cannot control time or anything fundamental, although I am literally the all-creator of everything located in the domain.
Now I was in the middle of a literally scorched wasteland, in which being was not very pleasant. And being in this zone puts me in huge danger; mages and other personalities I don't want to meet will soon apparate here. Therefore, only one way out remains—run, and run far and fast.
Snapping my fingers, I forced the Solver with the Cube to restore my clothes, which were destroyed by that... Plasma beam. It was simply incinerated; I didn't even notice immediately, and walked around waving my... Dignity.
Putting the sword behind my back so that it attached itself to my body independently using magnetism and its own nanites, sensing the metal inside me, I looked around the area one last time.
Snapping my fingers, I created a microscopic Einstein-Rosen bridge—a wormhole, with a radius of a couple of millimeters. It worked due to multidimensionality, or rather the tesseract—the embodiment of four dimensions. The same wormhole opened at the destination point—the alley in Diagon Alley, which I accidentally discovered during the last walk.
In the tiniest fractions of a second, I passed through the topologically folded space, in which the distance from point A to B is zero.
The gravitational field around me distorted, and a moment later, I was already standing in Diagon Alley, while small debris around me fell due to the difference in gravity.
I'll find something to do for the next few weeks.