Chapter 991: The Angelic Period

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While Vatyra and Solenne were having a chat, Rael was busy doing absolutely nothing.

He had entered the form where he could see and do everything. After all, he was a bit curious about how the other realities worked. Except there was one very boring caveat in every single one of them.

Each reality had a set of Laws, and all those Laws were the same. The same Concepts, and even the same system of Ambassadors. All in all, if he could, he would spice things up.

But deep down, he felt that if he messed with the already established order, he would face a very big oopsie. On that note, though, he figured out that the Akashic Records existed in every single reality.

Also, the system was partially the same as well. All realities had their own systems, or rather, variations of them. There were a few realities that had systems which barely did anything aside from displaying stats.

Growth-wise, they were pretty bad. On that note, there were actually realities where the stats already started from the Specialized Stats state. So even though some people were deemed weak in that reality, if they were transferred to one of these realities with just displayable stats, they would be the strongest.

At the end of the day, though, Rael still kept up some of the order.

For example, there were a few troublemakers who traveled the universe and slaughtered people who couldn’t fight back. That was a big no-no in Rael’s book, so he went ahead and de-atomized them, destroying their souls as well.

It was surprising just how many of these idiots there were, and so, no matter how bored Rael was, he was forced to kill at least three of them every minute. It became a chore, and he kind of wished he could automate it.

However, he very quickly remembered the horror movies where robots took over or some shit. What if he accidentally created a system that deemed certain things not allowed, and then began to kill every being who committed a crime?

To be fair, he was against crime, sure. But if littering got someone’s soul obliterated, then that was a shitty thing to do. So until then, Rael decided to treat this as a side quest to pass the time, until eventually it was time for the big hour.

The hour where he, Uriel, and Solenne would have dinner. Obviously, he wasn’t that nervous, since it was just dinner. He’d had far more nerve-wracking dinners before.

Even though they weren’t exactly Rael’s true memories, he did remember that in the past, back when he was working for the Yakuza, he had been forced to eat a whole pizza in under a minute.

Safe to say, he shat out a brick that night.

But on the bright side, he got a free pizza.

Heh.

Anyhow, Rael reappeared in his human form, put on some casual clothes, and made sure he looked perfect. His hair by now was a bit odd. It had started out as platinum, but now it was golden, platinum, dark silver, and even black. The tips were mostly black.

As for his general body shape, he looked like someone who had practiced calisthenics for two decades. So in short, he looked good. He was tall to boot. It was a great combination of looks, height, and size in places where it mattered.

But that was enough buttering himself up. With a single thought, he reappeared on Uriel’s world. It was now nighttime, and it was relatively peaceful. There were no bad people, nor was there some sort of group running around searching for Uriel and Solenne.

It was nice.

Yet right as Rael was about to blink into Uriel’s living room, he spotted another figure there. It was Vatyra. She had talked all that shit, just to turn around and show up to the dinner anyway. Honestly, Rael felt like he had been pranked.

Did she hate him that much? Well, not like he cared. He had been taught that caring for others for no good reason was a shitty way to live life. And so, without much more thought, he reappeared in front of Uriel’s door and knocked quietly, so as not to wake the neighbors.

After a brief moment, Solenne came to the door and opened it, a slight smile on her face.

“I’m glad you were able to make it. I also hope you don’t mind that Vatyra is here.”

Rael shook his head. “It’s fine. I’m not the vengeful type. On that note, Uriel seems to have an illness. He has something in his lungs.”

“Ah, that’s an angelic disease,” Solenne replied. “He had this before, but it went away for a bit. It’s like — the best way I can explain it — it’s akin to a period.”

“My son has periods?” Rael deadpanned.

Solenne shook her head and facepalmed. “Every decade, Uriel’s body manifests a portion of his true form. It’s a form where he’s just a ball of mass, and he aimlessly wanders for a bit before returning to normal.”

That didn’t sound very normal.

“And when is this going to happen?” Rael asked.

“Soon. Next week at the earliest, and next month at the latest,” she replied. Not wanting him to worry further, she gestured for him to enter, and so he did, making his way to the living room where a giant dining table sat in the middle.

Around it sat Uriel and Vatyra. Uriel, in particular, was especially happy, and Vatyra didn’t even glance at Rael. She clearly had some grudge against him, so without wanting to dig into it further, Rael went ahead and sat down at the table as well.

After a few minutes, Solenne came back out, holding several trays of food like a professional waitress. Once she set the trays down, she sat down quietly.

It was a bit awkward, to be fair.

But like the social butterfly he was, Rael opted to be the one to start the conversation.

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