Master of the System

Chapter 170

Kosmos glared at the barrier surrounding Vremyas home. It was quite obvious that the old man wasnt going to let her in, and judging by the responses to her follow-up questions, Kosmos could only come to the conclusion that Vremya was ignoring her because he hadnt said a word after denying his involvement in Gravitats and Istoriyas disappearances. Kosmos stood outside with her hands on her hips, thinking about her next move. If Vremya was back, then that meant his fast-time world should be operational as well. There were a few herbs she wanted to grow; the god of alchemy had used all of them in his preparations to fend off the titans, so he only had a few seeds remaining, which he had given to Kosmos.

With a wave of her hand, Kosmos split the space beside her, opening a portal. She stepped through and frowned upon seeing what was on the other side. There was another Vremya, but instead of the usual clothes he worehis birthday suithe was wearing actual garments. Beside him, there was a lady who was sitting right next to him in an oddly appropriate yet inappropriate manner. Without her even knowing it, her lips had tightened into a frown, causing her cheeks to cramp. Other than Vremya and the lady, there was also Pravos sitting in a corner of the room with her personal computer resting on her knees. Only the god of justice noticed, or acknowledged, Kosmos entrance. Pravos nodded, and Kosmos swept her gaze away, focusing on Vremya. She had appeared behind the old man, and his attention was firmly placed on the computer in front of him.

The lady noticed Kosmos first, her eyes widening comically upon seeing the god of space. The lady stared as if in a daze, but a moment later, she tapped Vremya on the shoulder. Someones here for you.

Grandpa Vremya turned his head and crinkled his forehead once he saw who it was. Kosmos? What are you doing here?

Kosmos pointed at Grandpa Vremya. The aura youre giving off reminds me of Gravitat, she said. Her finger pointed at Azalea. And you have Istoriyas scent on you. Her eyes narrowed, and she nodded her head. So thats whats going on. I cant believe the two of you ditched your positions just to pretend to be Vremya and his guilty pleasure? Her head shook as she gestured at Azalea. Im not sure what youre supposed to be, Istoriya.

Grandpa Vremya exchanged glances with Azalea. The latter raised an eyebrow and tilted her forehead at Kosmos. So, whos this?

Thats Kosmos, Grandpa Vremya said. Shes the god of space, and shes crazy about me.

Oh? Azalea asked. This is the first Im hearing about you being popular with woman.

Kosmos brows furrowed, her expression a bit odd. Perhaps these two werent Gravitat and Istoriya after all. There was no way Istoriya would commit to such a tasteless question, not if he didnt want to feel her wrath. Everyone in the godly society knew she had her eyes on Vremya; she had made it quite clear and even established the temple of time for him. To ask Vremyaeven if he was a fakethat kind of question in front of her. Are you looking to die?

Excuse me? Azalea asked, standing up. Who do you think you are? You think Pravos will become just anyones armor with the Pravos-armor method of killing gods?

Please, stop calling it that.

No one paid any attention to Pravos. Kosmos switched her gaze onto Grandpa Vremya. Method of killing gods? So, my intuition was right. Gravitat and Istoriya really did disappear because of you. I never thought youd be able to kill them though. What exactly do you want? Whyd you consolidate so many primordial domains? Are you plotting something huge? Why havent you invited me?

Grandpa Vremya and Azalea didnt get a chance to say a word under Kosmos barrage of questions. When the god of space was done speaking, Grandpa Vremya nodded at Azalea. Like I said earlier, shes crazy, he said. Theres plenty of reasons why I like to pretend she doesnt exist.

While I was singlehandedly preserving the godly society, what have you been doing? Kosmos asked, her expression frosty. While I was transporting people out of danger with my portals, wrapping the fabric of space in a manner such that titans could only approach from one direction, and undergoing missions to retrieve important materials in areas overrun by titansKosmos took in a deep breath through her nosewhat exactly have you been doing?

Well, Grandpa Vremya said and gestured towards Azalea. My lifelong companion and I have been having a competition to see who could create an immortal first by guiding them with the system.

Veins bulged on Kosmos forehead, but, surprisingly, her expression didnt change. Lifelong companion? she asked. Werent we supposed to be lifelong companions? Dont you remember that, huh!?

Grandpa Vremya cleared his throat. Im merely Vremyas avatar, he said. If you have a problem with Vremya, take it up with him, not me. Upon seeing Kosmos unchanging expression, he decided to elaborate some more. You can tell us apart simply by seeing which one of us is wearing clothes. As you can see, I am fully dressed.

Kosmos eye twitched. Could this technically count as being faithful? If Vremya created an avatar and didnt implant memories of her inside of it, could she really blame the avatar if it became someone elses lifelong companion? Of course, she could! Even if it was unreasonable, in the end, she was still a primordial god. Every action she made was reasonable, and those that didnt agree could walk around without the use of her portals, and for those that really didnt agree, they might fall into a portal leading to the middle of all the titans. Is that so? Your stupid competition is more important than the godly society?

There was a screeching sound as Kosmos waved her hand. A consolidated ball of space tore through the air, flying straight for Azalea. Out of reflex, Azalea swatted with her left hand while leaning away from the ball. A large hand, one made from strands of space and time appeared, striking the ball of space. It was slapped away and ricocheted off the wall a few times before ultimately striking the microwave. Instead of damaging the fast-time world, the ball of space sank inside, the divinity within the attack converted into energy to power the world.

Ah! Pravos shouted. The world is speeding up! Damnit, my user died!

Grandpa Vremyas and Azaleas heads snapped towards their personal computer screens. Azalea exhaled and patted her chest. Luckily, she had turned on the autopilot function for her system, and her cactus was still growing at a moderate pace. It wasnt fast, but it wasnt so slow as to die before breaking through and increasing its lifespan. Compared to Azaleas expression, Grandpa Vremyas expression was one that had weathered a storm. Since he personally took control of the system and guided his user, when the world sped up, without Grandpa Vremyas input, his user had to survive all those years without his presence. Grandpa Vremya turned his head and narrowed his eyes at Kosmos. Get out.

Or what? Kosmos asked, spreading her arms out to the side. Youre going to kill me and take my divinity too? Id like to see you try! The space around her trembled, and the void seemed to wail as energy surged into Kosmos body.

What are you doing? Grandpa Vremya asked, furrowing his brow. It wasnt often a god sensed danger, but when they did, awful things were bound to happen, and right now, Grandpa Vremya could practically see the warning signs radiating out of Kosmos.

Isnt it obvious? Kosmos asked. Im taking back my divinity. You killed Gravitat and Istoriya and had them replaced but didnt spare any of their divinity to maintain the laws of the godly society. Since Dvizhen was launched who-knows-how-many-years into the future, the majority of the godly laws are being supported by me. If I take my support back, what do you think will happen? She raised her hand, placing her thumb against her middle finger. The rules will collapse. She snapped her fingers. The void shook and trembled, but the tremors didnt last very long. Just like that. Rules? Who needs them?