Chapter 162: I just feel Good
(“ How are you feeling? ”)
In front of me were the melted remains of a bastard who had been toiling in my mind for a very, very long time.
He was gone, never to bother anyone ever again.
I mean, you know, I am feeling a hundred different things, but the overall feeling is good, just simply good.
I kept the sphere of fire and barrier up so I could have a moment alone. I activated my horns because this body’s energy supply had gotten… drastically low… I definitely played up the theatrics more than I needed to.
I made sure nothing remained. His soul had been scooped and dispersed back into whatever the soul recycle bin was. I did do some damage to it so there was no way it was coming back any time soon, just a little precaution if they had something which could use souls. I know I could’ve likely trapped it… But I really didn’t want to keep his filthy soul in my domain.
…It… It did feel weird in a way. Thomas was the Dominous Hood fucker in my mind. When I thought of them, I thought of him, and when I thought of either of those things, I thought about the day I was attacked. It was a constant, and his existence was a problem that I wanted dealt with for so long.
So yeah, I felt weird.
No upset, disappointed, etc. I was very much happy, and very glad I had done it; it still just felt weird after six years, the bastard was dead. He didn’t even make a good melted pancake.
Time to just wait for energy to recover.
No reason to take unnecessary risk, plus I was enjoying this breather. Despite being in a big ball of fire, I could still see the worlds with my skill; no issues there, and there hadn’t been any problems with the operation yet. More people had died, which was going to happen. Sorry if they had loved ones or friends, but Dominous Hood were tricky insects; artefacts that completely turned the tide of combat were certainly more common for them, and plenty of people got caught off guard by a nasty surprise. Not much I could do either; I could shoot arrows, but I couldn’t do much more than that; my control wasn’t that good.
I wonder if I properly develop my Spiritual abilities, I would be that good… Wondering how wide my control would be in the future was put to the side. My energy had nearly completely recharged during my wait and reflection period.
There was likely no reason to put my horns away now since my body’s tank had basically reached empty. All the energy I had been storing before this conflict had even begun had dried up. Which was my fault. I did bombard the planet and went a little hard on the theatrics for this fight. I knew that wasn’t smart, but I wanted to create a sense of complete and slow hopelessness in my victims. It was my revenge, and I wanted to enjoy each step of the process.
(“ Well, as long as you are happy ”)
I am, but you are also right in a way. I will probably be thinking about ways this could be better for a long time. From an enjoyment standpoint or a resource standpoint.
It was a little annoying, but it was a fact of being alive. Better ideas liked to come later.
Still, boy, was that fun. The disruption abilities I took, even in their weaker state, really helped.
(“ Don’t expect it to always be that effective; most people aren’t robots ”)
By definition, I don't think any people are robots.
(“ Definitions can change ”)
Or someone becomes a Spiritual Being and names their race Robot. Then that would work.
The fact that someone picked the Human name for their race as Spiritual Being before me did annoy me ever so slightly. To be fair, perhaps I was a being of light, and various forms of heat energies wasn’t the best thing to call a human, but oh, the stars, did I want to call myself that to spite Espr. There wasn’t enough spite to try and make some silly human with an extra 'u' or something stupid like that. Once the first option was taken, I did take the idea seriously, even though it was very similar to my last name… It was because Stellar just fit perfectly. I say it would be hard to argue with that fact, so only bonus points for it being similar to my last name.
I continued some internal thinking for a while longer as I recharged, but I figured there were better uses of my time and energy.
Time for a full recap of the fight. I looked over everything once more. I had been keeping track of a few important things but kept mostly a blind eye to everything else.
Nina and the people she was working with–I didn’t know everyone who was even part of this operation to begin with–had broken into what they had assumed was the main base, and had been tearing up the insides with… a decent amount of casualties. There were traps everywhere, and people were ready to strike for places they didn’t know. Thankfully, mostly only casualties, not deaths, they had managed to save a lot of people from death and throw them out, and they were taken away. Most of these people were saved by Nina, and it was impressive how much she was doing for everyone; if she weren’t around, then those numbers wouldn’t be so kind. The big moon projection was still hanging over the area, and yeah, that thing felt a little ominous.
In space, the fleet was finally doing a good job dealing with enemy ships, as their numbers had finally been shrinking instead of being constantly being replaced with more drones and other crap.
On the ground, a few other raids were going well, but there was a large mech conflict. The robotic mechs were dangerous since many had guns that could shoot into or past orbit, so that had to be taken care of. Honestly, watching a full mech war going on made me want to assist. Unlike other aspects where we initially had the lead since Dominous Hood was still keeping their cards to their chest, the mech front, which was taking place mostly on Asta, was a battlefield where we were heavily outnumbered. There was a limit to how many mechs could be brought along, and they were mostly being used to block off the entryways to the underground bases. In a twist of fate, we were defending their bases since our forces were breaking in, and the enemy's mech weapons could do serious harm to the ground forces.
Back on the personal side, Lila was doing a good job on her end. The fire and lightning were quite beautiful. My Stellaruge Vice was doing a good job, and I was proud of it; it had been doing a whole lot of murdering. I might’ve put too much anger into it… I could kind of feel it from here when I stared at it. She had been working as part of the rescue teams, and she had managed to help get a number of people out. I wondered if she was there for the chance to find her sister, but no, it seemed she just felt her efforts were spent over there. A simple case of wanting to save lives.
I was very proud of her, but at this point she could probably take a step back. I would rather she not die. She appeared to be in a mostly good state; the Stellaruge Vice was a little bit away from her to not hurt her squadmates. Her efforts to destroy the mechanical chimaera were worthy of praise, and hopefully with everything she accomplished, nothing would be held over her head.
I do have precautions if the worst comes to pass.
The artefact had other uses, but hopefully it didn’t come to that.
After looking over everything and judging where my help would be most needed next.
I asked, Espr, any sign of Varias?
The enemy I had to look out for the most. They were a Spiritual Being after all, and by that very simple definition, they were likely my biggest threat. I know I was told that Espr and other Spiritual Beings that were apparently watching–seriously, couldn’t they introduce me to anyone–that they were on alert because of their own personal reasons.
Do we have an idea if they are around?
(“ Not until they do something, which I would be happy if they did ”)
Do we have any idea what they want?
(“ They are a Spiritual Being, doing something because they want to is a valid reason ”)
…I think I understand the feeling of that… sigh…
Kind of felt shit to know that I partly understood that. It would be a similar reason for Espr to do anything, even things that were harmful, because they wanted to. They weren’t human, and I had interacted with Espr enough to know how they acted. Everyone was because of personal wants or desires, and a lot could be done with that, with nearly reality-warping powers.
However, because they weren’t human, their desires didn’t exactly fuck over the human world, which was good. It would really suck if something with human desire became a being with such powers……… Instead, there was I, a star lover who was too happy to spend their time in their own domain making stars.
I think I also see the reason outside of the low current power the other Spiritual Beings do not exactly mind me.
(“ Oh, been doing a quick amount of self-reflection? ”)
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Espr seemed to know what I was thinking.
(“ If you are thinking your personality, despite what humans might call you, doesn’t exactly conflict with any goals of the other Spiritual Beings is why you are being given special treatment. Then yes, partially, your powers being weaker for the moment is also a larger part of the reason. However, the fact that you are all too willing to do nothing except enjoy life with your family until the time comes to spend your life creating your favourite painting in the void is certainly a reason ”)
You know what? I’m going to say that makes me feel good. I’m likeable.
(“ That is sure a way to frame it ”)
A very smart, correct, and fabulous way to do so.
(“ I don’t believe fabulous should be in your dictionary ”)
That sounds deeply rude. I can be fabulous. Especially my stars.
(“ Correct, I am just saying it is not a word that should come out of your mouth”)
…That sounds even ruder…