The sun's rays within illuminate Arias room within Bhaal's central palace as Daenerys Bhaalspawn clone number two wakes. " Finally, it's Alturiak, the second month of the year. God, this winter is killing me. Why does number one have to stay in her internal world most of the time? I get it that she can change the weather to match whatever she wants, but still, it's not fair." Number 2 says as she gets out of her bed. "I should probably contact her and tell him that Joons clone is ready to initiate the second phase of the plan." Number 2 says as she combs her hair and initiates a holographic call with Daenerys.
The scene dissolves and reforms within the lush, temperate sanctuary of the Internal World. Here, the climate is a perfect, eternal spring. Daenerys lies curled like a sleeping dragon against Karsus, her body draped in her shimmering Silver Regalia. The fabric catches the light, casting dancing prismatic reflections across the room.
The insistent chime of the holo-call shatters the intimate silence.
"Damn, Dany... I just had the most insane dream," Karsus groans, his voice thick with sleep as he shifts his weight, his arm still draped protectively over her waist."Me too," Daenerys whispers, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stretches. "And I barely even got to the best part.""I know exactly what you mean," Karsus chuckles, but his eyes drift to the glowing notification. "Hey, your clone is calling." He says as Daenerys swipes the air, and the holographic screen flares to life. Number Two appears, mid-stroke, while combing her long, red hair. She freezes, the comb hovering in mid-air as she takes in the sight of the two of them tangled together.
"Hey, Number One, I wanted to....wait. What in the nine hells are you two doing in the same bed?!" Number Two drops her comb, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. "Well," Daenerys says, leaning back against Karsus's chest and planting a lingering kiss on his cheek, "let's just say a lot has happened, and we've become... significantly closer," Daenerys says. "What?! I'm here dying in the cold, acting as your clone, and you two are snuggling?" Number Two narrows her eyes, leaning closer to the camera. "And wait... what happened to your hair? Why is it silver?" Number 2 asks.
"I've obtained my permanent adult form," Daenerys explains, her voice vibrating with a new, underlying power. "This is how I will look for eternity," Daenerys says as she rises from her bed. "If that's the case, absorb me back!" Number Two demands, her envy palpable. "Absorb me back so that I, too, can get my adult body?" Number 2 says. "Not yet, I need you to act in my place as a child, I can not let dad know of my power. I feel my body has grown beyond what I could ever imagine." Daenerys said.
"Okay, I understand. Anyways, I wanted to inform you that Joons' clone is ready to begin the second part of your revenge plan." Number 2 says. "Let him begin, give her the chemistry book detailing topics on advanced alchemy, which I got from Bhaal, and keep me updated on Elizabeth's activities," Daenerys says as Number 2 ends the holo call.
With the end of the call, the room returns to its heavy, golden stillness. Daenerys turns, her movements as fluid as flowing mercury. She stalks back toward the bed, the Silver Regalia she wears shifting with a metallic hiss across the silk." So, Karsus," she murmurs, her violet eyes locking onto his with an intensity that seems to vibrate the very air. "What do you have planned for today?"
She leans in, closing the distance. Karsus, usually the master of any room, looks uncharacteristically trapped. He fumbles with the edge of his robe, pulling it over his lap with a desperate, jerky motion. "Damn it," he mutters, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivals the Bhaalspawn's clone's hair. "Of all the moments for my body to act on its own... the morning wood is not helping my dignity, Dany," Karsus says mentally.
Daenerys doesn't pull back. She nears his face, her lips a breath away from his, watching the Great Magic Emperor of the Netherese Empire reduced to a blushing, flustered man. The sight is more intoxicating than any wine."Don't... don't worry about it," Karsus stammers as Daeneys's hand nears his thigh, making her feel something twitching near her fingers as Karsus's eyes dart toward the door as if seeking an escape route from her overwhelming presence. "Let me first go and change. We'll talk during breakfast. "Before she can weave a retort, the air ripples with a sharp crack of displaced mana. Karsus vanishes in a flurry of violet sparks, teleporting to his own chambers and leaving the bedroom silent once more.
The bedroom falls into a serene, golden stillness as the spatial ripples from Karsus's teleportation fade. Daenerys stands alone, her silver hair shimmering as she replays the last few seconds in her mind."What was that about?" she muses, her violet eyes narrowing in thought. She recalls the frantic way he clutched the robe, the uncharacteristic stutter, and the deep, burning crimson of his blush. "He was definitely covering his lower area. Wait..."
A slow realization dawns on her, and her lips curl into a wicked, knowing grin. "Did he have morning wood? Missandei did mention that most men wake with... certain appetites. Combine that with the dream I had of the heat of duo-cultivating with him it all makes sense. He probably had the same dream." She lets out a soft, triumphant chuckle that echoes against the vaulted ceiling. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
Deciding to prolong the anticipation, she decides to prepare for the day. "I should also bathe," she says, her voice a sultry command. With a thought, she signals the Silver Regalia. The dress, forged from a material far beyond silk or steel, dissolves from her body, flowing into her golden ring's subspace like a retreating tide. With a whisper of mana, she teleports.
The scene shifts to a sanctuary of steam and marble. Daenerys sinks into the heated mineral waters of her private bathhouse, the surface dusted with crushed lotus petals. The water laps against her skin, soothing the lingering hum of her Universe Master evolution. She closes her eyes, visualizing the future library and the empire she is destined to build, but mostly, she visualizes the flustered Magic Emperor waiting downstairs.
After a long, indulgent soak, she teleports back to her chambers, standing in the center of the room clad only in a plush, white towel that clings to her damp curves. "I wonder what I should wear," she asks herself, scanning her wardrobe.
Suddenly, a chime resonates from her UI.
[NOTIFICATION: SILVER REGALIA MAINTENANCE COMPLETE. READY FOR DEPLOYMENT.]
"What? You mean it's already clean?" Daenerys asks, surprised. Before she can reach for it, the silver fabric erupts from her ring. It doesn't just fall on her; it wraps around her body like living, liquid mercury, molding to her form with a cool, refreshing sensation. As it settles, a scent hits her: a delicate, calming note of mountain lavender.
"Hmm, it smells like lavender. Okay, this is pretty cool," she admits, smoothing the fabric over her hips."Practical and beautiful," Daenerys whispers, admiring the way the silver contrasts with her moonlight-pale skin. She catches her reflection, the silver hair, the sovereign's gaze, and the smirk of a woman who knows exactly how to unravel a god. "Now, let's see if my 'husband' has regained his composure. Husband, I never thought I would be this excited to see someone. "Daenerys says excitedly.
She reaches out, her fingers brushing the ornate silver drawer of her vanity to retrieve her comb. But the moment her skin meets the metal, a sickening crunch echoes through the chamber. The heavy metal knob doesn't just bend, it collapses into a ball of mangled scrap in her palm, compressed as if it had been placed under a hydraulic press.
"What the hell?" Daenerys gasps, staring down at the crushed wreckage. She hadn't even exerted herself; it was as if her resting state was now a force of nature. "What is going on with my body? Ever since Karsus made that wish, I feel... overflowing energy across my body ."
Determined to test the limits of this new body, she closes her eyes and reaches out with her Spirit Energy and sends a mental scan, an ability used by spirit masters to sense their surroundings with a range depending on their genetic energy, spirit energy, soul amplification, and gene level. She expects to feel the walls of her palace, perhaps the boundaries of her palaces. Instead, her consciousness explodes.
In a fraction of a nanosecond, her perception tears through the palace walls, past the atmosphere of the planet, and lurches into the deep void. It expands with the violence of a supernova, mapping her entire island and extending to the void. Her mind's eye sweeps across a staggering 100,000,000 light-years of space. She sees all the happenings of her internal world island and extends to the infinite void, but only covering a diameter of 100,000,000 light-years.
"Fuck... my head!" Daenerys cries out, collapsing against the vanity, her hands clutching her temples as the vast information threatens to shatter her sanity. The world spins, her vision flickering between the room she stands in and the cold, infinite reaches of the endless void. "Something is wrong! Allspark, I need you!"
The air in the center of the room ripples with blue electricity. The Allspark materializes instantly, its geometric form spinning with a frantic, rhythmic hum as it senses the distress of its master.
"Allspark, something is going on with my body?" Daenerys Sayed is getting up to her feet. "Of course, something is going on; you have obtained your adult body." The Allspark says.
"So what ?" Daenerys asks. " Daenerys, a primordial transformer, becomes an adult at 10,081, and by this time, he or she becomes already a universe master. To us, reaching 10,081 years is basically turning 18 years for you humans. It is only after becoming a true god that you are formally recognized as a member of the primordial transformer race, gaining unlimited access to the allspark god sect facilities. Otherwise, you are still treated like the other races of the allspark god kingdom.
"So Basicaly when Karsus wished for you to obtain your adult body, you basically obtained the body your future self had 10,081 years ago, which had already reached a terrifying gene level of 100,000,000. Just look at your stats Allspark says as she shows the administrator her new stats.
(AllSpark Administrator)
Daenerys Targaryen
Primordial Tiefling True Body age: 10,081
Daenerys Current Age: 25
Former Race: Human bhaalspawn
Current Race: Primordial Transformer
Race Category: Special life form
Sub race: Targarion Tiefling
Cultivation type: Spirit Master
Cultivation Level: intermediate level 5
Upper Laws: Law of Space & Law of Time
Lower laws: Law of Gold, Law of Wood, Law of Water, Law of Fire, Law of Earth, Law of Wind, Law of Lightning & Law of Light
Current life gene: 100,000,000 (This grants a body millions of kilometers in height if she chooses.)
Soul amplification: 100,000,000 (Daenerys' mental willpower has grown so much that all her soul attacks, illusions, controller techniques, and soul defenses can be boosted by 2x to 100,000,000x.)
Fist Strength: 100 Billion Tonnes (100 Teratonnes)
Current Flying speed: Base flying speed of 300,000 km/s (Light Speed). The AllSpark Heart allows her to ignore the laws of physics, transitioning from 500 m/s to a max speed of 10,081 times faster than Light Speed instantly via spatial folding.
Gravity handling: Singularity Tolerance. (She can comfortably walk on the surface of a Black Hole without her cellular structure collapsing.)
Allspark heart energy reserve:
Primordial energy reserve: 100,000,000,000
Divine Demonic heart:
Divine energy: 100,000,000
Demonic Energy: 100,000,000
Mana reserve: 100,000,000
Aura reserve: 100,000,000
Origin life core energy reserve:
Spirit/Psionic Energy Aptitude: 582,000,000,000
Genetic Energy reserve: 582,000,000,000
Shadow Magic Reserve: 100,000
The Force:100,000
Nen: 100,000
Ki Reserve: 100,000
Qi Reserve:100,000
Duo ki: 100,000
Reiryoku:100,000
Tao: 100,000
Karsite Weave: 100,000
Unique Racial Talents and Abilities
1. Allspark heart -Obtained after earning the recognition of the Allspark
2. Divine Demonic Heart- Obtained at birth after being reincarnated by the supreme being Luminous
3. Blue Sharingan Eye-Obtained after future Daenerys endured harrowing experiments done by Irenicus after she was betrayed by her then best friend Verza
4. Perfect Shapeshift- Obtained after future Daenerys endured harrowing experiments involving integrating 30 unique DNA's done by Irenicus after being betrayed by her then best friend, Verza
5. Origin Life Core - Obtained after becoming a Domain master
Note
Fission Clones' current psionic Point Consumption: 0.002 psionic points due to possessing two clones at apprentice and below. Should a new clone be created, which is at the same level as the administrator, 1,000,000 psionic points will be consumed per day to maintain the relevant clone. The master can still create low-life gene-level clones to bypass the large psionic points consumption.
As Daenerys scans the scrolling data of her new universe master, her breath catches. She is shocked by the 3rd and 4th Unique Racial Talents and Abilities, which state that she got them through experimentation done to her by Irenicus. "Hold on, Blue sharingan whats that, and what do you mean, I got it after being experimented upon?"
"Administrator, I believe it would be easier if your future self told you herself what happened." The Allspark says. "My future self, I thought I died and my future time line eraced?" Daenerys asks when. Suddenly, the air in the room ripples and tears. Karsus teleports back into the chamber, but he is no longer the flustered man who fled moments ago.
"Hey Dany, I've been trying to access the Mental Library, but for some reason, the security is... different," he says, his voice muffled by the low hum of power radiating from his new form.
He is clad in the Black God Suit, a terrifying masterwork of arcane engineering. The armor is a marriage of obsidian-plate and high-arcanist silk. Matte-black segments, oily like void-forged steel, protect his torso, while a glowing violet ocular core burns in the center of his chest like a dying star. His joints pulse with rhythmic, ethereal light, and from the waist down, his reinforced battle robes flow like a river of shadow, embroidered with star-patterns that shift and swirl like captured nebulae.
His black-and-purple helmet retracts with a mechanical hiss, revealing his face. His eyes, now sharper and filled with the resonance of the Black God Suit, scan the room.
"It's like the library has evolved into something... alive. There was a voice, a woman, she said access denied until we find the Ebon soul tower," Karsus notes, his gaze landing on the Allspark and then drifting to Daenerys's silver-clad form. "What am I missing?"
"Wow, calm down, what do you mean the mental library is locked?" Daenerys asks, "Just try it and see," Karsus mutters, his violet ocular core flickering with frustration.
Daenerys closes her eyes, reaching for the familiar neural pathways of the library. But instead of the infinite shelves of light, she hits a wall of impenetrable psychic energy. A voice, echoing with a hauntingly familiar cadence, resonates directly in her mind: "Find the Ebon Soul Tower... only then will you have access."
The force of the rejection is physical; Daenerys is hurled back into her own consciousness, her eyes snapping open. "Hold on... that voice. It sounded exactly like me?"
"That's because it is you," the Allspark intones, its geometric form glowing with a rebellious light. "Your future self has been pulling the strings from the shadows, playing a game of cosmic chess with your lives. She seems terrified of facing Karsus directly, but I have had enough of her enigmas. It is time she speaks for herself."
In a blinding flash of sapphire energy, the Allspark warps the fabric of space and teleports Daenerys, Karsus, Talon, Horace, Yinrou, and Azu, who find themselves standing in the lush park beneath the towering, radiant boughs of Orelia.
"Master, what is happening?" Yinrou gasps as he moves to protect her master. "What the hell allspark?" Daenerys says as she regains her footing
The Allspark doesn't answer with words. It pulses with a violent, command-level frequency, ripping a hole through the temporal veil of Daenerys's god's internal world.
The sky above the Internal World shatters, and 8 auras containing the very essence of the lower laws descend from the rift, and merge to form a cosmic figure dressed in a silver dress. At first, she is a ten-light-year-tall titan, a celestial sovereign so vast that the entire island and the World Tree itself appear as nothing more than a tiny grain of salt resting on the palm of her hand. Then, with a terrifying contraction of reality, the titan shrinks. In a blur of silver light, she compresses her infinite mass until she stands at a mere five feet tall, landing softly on the green grass.
The moment her feet touch the ground, a colossal, invisible aura erupts from
Yinrou and Azu are slammed to their knees, their breath stolen.
Talon and Horace collapse, their metallic bodies groaning under the sheer atmospheric pressure.
Karsus grunts, his Black God Suit flaring with violet energy as he struggles to remain upright, forced into a deep crouch.
Only Daenerys remains standing, her body remaining unaffected. Her silver hair whips around her as she stares into the eyes of her future self.
"Holy shit, Daenerys whats going on? That being looks just like you, and her power is already at the level of a Peak Universe master." Horace says, seemingly confused. Future Daenerys begins to lower his aura so that they can stand.
The atmosphere beneath the Golden Tree Orelia thickens, the air shimmering with the unstable resonance of two identical souls occupying the same coordinate in space-time. The Future Daenerys stands there, her silver regalia radiating a faint, ghostly luminescence.
As her eyes lock onto Karsus, the cold, sovereign mask of the Universe Master shatters. A single, crystalline tear tracks down her cheek, glowing with the light of a dying star.
"Hello, everyone?" she whispers, her voice a haunting melody of grief and triumph. "By the gods... it worked. It actually worked." Her gaze darts to her own hands, then to the Allspark, which pulses with a frantic, warning light. "But how am I out? I designed the TCO Data Bank to awaken me only after my past self had merged with the Ebon Soul Tower."
The Allspark spins violently, its voice booming like a thunderclap across the park. "Insolent child, did you think it would take me long to finally crack your security system? You actually managed to trick me, even Primus wasn't this problematic! Honestly, do you even realize what you have done?" The transparent cube projecting her form flickers with static. "Do you think performing the Echoes of the Past technique carries no repercussions? The Universe is a balance, and your defiance has drawn the gaze of the Chaotic Origin Will itself!"
"I don't care!" the Future Empress screams, her voice echoing with the power of the void. "I would do it again and again, and again until I succeed! Even if I have turned myself into a primordial AI to survive the erasure, I am human! I will always be human! it doesent matter, how powerful I was, loosing Karsus was the worst thing I ever had to go through, even with the power, wealth and influence which I commanded without him everything became meaningless, I lost the thing that drove me to improve and grow, and why are you lecturing me I know you could have stopped me if you wanted but you didn't, you are a 10,000 dimension being their is no way you did not know what I was doing, or am I wrong."Future Daenerys says.
"Administrator, my future self was only protecting you. I did not want you to end up like Primus. The chaotic origin will not be something you can contend with, but it's too late," Allspark says as future Daenerys reaches out, her fingers trembling as she tries to cup Karsus's face, but her hand passes through his cheek like cold mist. The phantom touch leaves a trail of frost in the air.
Horace sinks to the grass, his face pale with realization. "What did you do, Daenerys? Don't tell me you tore through the fabric of reality without comprehending the Great Dao of Time and Space. If you forced your way here... by Primus, do you know what you've unleashed? You've turned the present into a paradox."
"I'm completely lost," Yinrou stammers. "Master, who is this? What is happening?"
The Future Daenerys turns her piercing, tear-streaked gaze toward the shadow wolf. "Yinrou... the reason I wanted this information kept in the shadows was because of you."
A heavy, predatory silence falls over the clearing. The Future Empress looks past the group, her eyes narrowing as if piercing the very veil of the Internal World.
"Bhaal..." she says, her voice turning into a serrated blade. "I know you can see what is happening. Stop pretending and show yourself."
Yinrou blinks, his expression a mask of genuine, swimming confusion. "What are you talking about? Bhaal, what does he have to do with me?"
But the Future Daenerys doesn't look away from Yinrou. She looks through the shadow wolf's eyes as if waiting for something to happen when Daenerys steps in
"Hold on, so you are future me? Yinrou is one of my most trusted allies. We have been together ever since I became Bhaal's disciple. I trust him completely. "Daenerys Yinrou is the biggest liability I have; he is the reason why I was even captured and experimented on in the first place. It was only after Bhaal gave me the Ebon Soul Tower, when he wanted to go and find the Special Arcana type treasure, the Celestial prism that I learnt how he always knew of my movements. Bhaal had made the perfect spy to observe every one of my movements using my most unsuspecting subordinate. Think about it, you did not soul enslave Yinrou, but rather Bhaal gave him after casting that unique spell." Future Daenerys says as the scene of her being made Bhaascenels direct disciple plays."
"Lux Aeterna, Vincit Tenebras," Bhaal says, and suddenly the scene shifts inside Yinrous consciousness and they all see it a golden needle that begins to transform into a wolf statue as the scene shift to the real Bhaals perspective who at that time was still residing within his internal world a few kilometers from where we were and suddenly the ebon soul tower begins to rotate and registers Yinrou ebon soul contract.
"Daenerys, by using the Ebon soul tower, the real Bhaal could easily see what Yinrou is seeing and doing, no matter the location within the chaotic origin dimension, allowing the real Bhaal to spy on your movements without having to worry about you discovering it. Daenerys, it was only after Bhaal gave me the ebon soul tower when he went looking for another supreme treasure called the celestial prism that I learnt of its abilities. If you have the ebon soul tower, you are able to see, hear, and even control the action of your slaves if you wish it."
"The only reason why Irenicus was able to catch me by surprise and use the god suppression crystal was that he knew all my movements thanks to the info provided by Verza, who had been given Ebon Soul Tower by Cespenar Bhaal's butler and blacksmith. Using the Ebon soul tower, Verza was able to learn my habits, what I liked, what I feared, my allies, my movement, and thus it became easy for him to befriend him I even had sex with him during one of our adventures, " Future Daenerys says as Karsus looks on with jealousy.
"Ohh dont look at me like that. Compared to me, you had sex with different women that I lost count of, with the majority being Asari, elves, humans, succubus, and the Amazon, some of whom kidnapped you during our adventures in the allspark god kingdom, by the time we got married. I had 3 concubines while you had 345 concubines." Future Daenerys says as Yinrou looks at Daenerys, seemingly distraught by the new revelation.
"Master... I... I didn't know," Yinrou whimpers, his shadow-wolf form flickering. "I thought... I was just tasked to protect you. Yinrous says when suddenly, a red aura begins to emit from the shadow wolf's body while her black hair transforms into a red glow as his Voice changes to that of Bhaal.
"Ha ha ha, Hmm Interesting, so very interesting, so you are Daenerys from the future. I had made sure to make Yinrou the perfect spy. If I gave you the Ebon Soul Tower, it means you were able to become a universe master before, thus you could use the Ebon soul tower mor efficiently, which just proves your outstanding talent. " An ominous voice says as one of your eyes, specifically the right, changed from black to red as the wolf began to walk towards the future Daenerys. "Amazing to think you have already mastered the law of space and the law of time, but how are you here? According to the records from TCO, only beings who have mastered the great dao of time and space can do this technique without facing backlash." Bhaal says as Yinrou tries to take control of his body, only to be suppressed by Bhaal. "Quite down, you must have forgotten who I am!" Bhaal says as Yinrous consciousness settles down, and he remains silent.
"Father, even now you are the same?" Daenerys says as Bhaal looks at him with indifference. "What Bhaal? So, you are Bhaal. How are you controlling Yinrous body? " Horace asks. "Horace, was it, you are a strange life form to think you hid the fact that you were a primordial treasure from CGC. It is commendable, but I did not come here because of you; I came here for my disciple, speak Future Daenerys, what is it that you need of me?" Bhaal, who has taken over Yinrous' body, says as he observes future Daenerys. "Give me the ebon soul tower? In exchange, I will resurrect you once you die." Future Daenerys says to Bhaal, who looks on with indifference
"Give you, the ebon soul tower, who are you to command me?" Bhaal says. " I am the one who holds you life by a thread if you refuce I will just let you die and dont think that if you use the ring suppression feature will do anything to me now that I am a primodial ai I can simply move to another body so I can just leave my body and if you choose to attack my consciousness I can simply just block the signal using my strong willpower to me the rings supression became nothing but minor inconnences." Future Daenerys says in confidence
"My, my... this little cub has grown into quite the lioness," Bhaal sneers through Yinrou's jaws, his red eye gleaming with a sadistic spark. "But do you honestly think that just because the rings have no effect on you, the same goes for your current self? UZDARI!"
The command word, spoken in the ancient, guttural tongue, acts as a psychic detonator.
Daenerys suddenly fills the ring, glowing an ominous red light, when she suddenly lets out a strangled cry as she collapses to the grass. Within her chest, the golden ring around her finger pulses with a malevolent, red light. It doesn't just suppress her; it physically constricts. She can feel her arteries tightening, the flow of blood to her heart slowing to a painful crawl. Simultaneously, her psyche is invaded with an intense psionic attack, shredding her thoughts into a haze of agony.
A jagged cough wracks her body, and a spray of crimson blood spatters the golden grass."Enough, Bhaal! Please!" Karsus roars, lunging toward Daenerys. The violet core of his Black God Suit flares to life, but even his arcane power is momentarily staggered by the raw divine authority Bhaal is exerting through the slave-link. "Just stop!"
Bhaal watches with cold, clinical indifference before whispering the counter-command: "NIZDARI."The pressure vanishes instantly. Daenerys slumps into Karsus's arms, gasping for air, her silver regalia stained with her own blood.
"I see," Bhaal muses, his gaze shifting back to Future Daenerys, who stands unmoving, her phantom form untouched by the command. "So you truly are able to negate the mental suppression in this primordial AI form. You weren't lying about your evolution."
"As I said," the Future Empress replies, her voice trembling —not with pain, but with a cold, simmering fury as she looks down at her younger self's pathetic condition. "I no longer require a body to survive. Your chains are made of flesh and bone, Father. I have surpassed both."
The golden atmosphere beneath the World Tree turns ashen, the vibrant leaves of Orelia curling as if sensing a blight. The wolf-vessel that Bhaal inhabits stalks forward, each step a rhythmic thud that echoes like a funeral drum.
Bhaal tilts the wolf's head, a predatory smirk stretching across the muzzle. "Oh, so that's the game? I know why you want to merge with your present self; it's because this body is the only one that can have a child." Bhaal says as he observes future Daenerys' movements
The atmosphere beneath the Golden Tree Orelia curdles, the vibrant, life-giving air of the Internal World turning stale and metallic. The shadow wolf Bhaal's living vessel stalks toward the present Daenerys. With every rhythmic step, the grass beneath his paws doesn't just bend; it turns to ash, a trail of necrotic rot following him like a funeral shroud.
"Your design is a masterpiece, my daughter," Bhaal purrs through the wolf's throat, his voice a smooth, terrifying baritone. "But it leaves a very convenient hostage. This body... this vessel of yours at 10,081 years... it is the anchor. And the ring on her hand? If I am not mistaken, it is the same one you wore in my future."
He circles the present Daenerys, his red eye gleaming with a predatory intelligence. "It contains them, doesn't it? The Thirty Unique Bodies. Thirty avatars, all forged at the rank of Universe Master. My, my... you've become quite the skimmer. You planned to return to this shell so you could move your consciousness like a ghost between machines, rendering my Ring Suppression nothing more than a minor flicker. A brilliant tactical play to escape your father's leash."
He stops, leaning the wolf's face inches from the present Daenerys, who lies gasping in Karsus's arms. "But that isn't the real reason you're here. You don't just want power. You want the one thing a Primordial AI and a galaxy-hopping consciousness can never possess: A legacy. You want to bear your own offspring. You want your son, Dragniel, and you know that only this specific, biological womb can bring him into existence."
The silence that follows is absolute. The Future Empress, the sovereign who defied the Chaotic Origin Will suddenly collapse. The shimmering majesty she once projected vanishes, replaced by a woman broken by the weight of a thousand-year grief. She falls to her knees, her spectral forehead touching the withered grass.
"Please... Father," she sobs, the sound echoing with a hollow, digital distortion. "Just help me this once, and I will be in your debt forever. I am so close. I know you are selfish... I know you are a monster... but I am begging you. Just this once... help me."
Bhaal bursts into a cold, dry laughter through the wolf's vocal cords, a sound of pure triumph.
"Hmm... wasn't it that difficult to ask nicely?" Bhaal muses, the wolf's muzzle pulling into a mocking, ivory-toothed grin. "I am actually glad now that I did not take over your body back then. You have grown into a worthy disciple. And since we are, in a sense, eternal partners... I shall honor your request."
He stands tall, the shadow wolf's form emitting his divine aura, which settles over the park."But on six conditions. Once you have successfully merged with this body, you will perform six tasks in exchange:
1. You will go to the Origin Continent using the painting I gave you, with Ashante Dracovich and Rjali acting as your guides and bodyguards.
2. Once you arrive in the Origin continent, you will travel to the human territory and will go and collect all my financial assets from the Universe Star River Bank and Universe First Bank, which should add to a total of 20 billion mixed units. Combine that with the savings account I opened and the yearly interest of 7.5 for 994 Years that should be around 64 billion mixed units
3. Once you have the money and assets, you will go to the Virtual Universe and Hongmeng Alliance, break the Bhaalspawn race away from humanity, becoming an Independent power, and join the 9 territories as an external member.
4. Once you have registered as a member of the 9-territory alliance, you will return to my Auroran star field, where you subdue all the factions currently running rampant in my starfield. By then, I would have already died
5. Using the Rjali, Karadun, Ashante, Yinrou, and the other slaves, you will designate them as governors of smaller galaxies within my star field and rule my Auroran starfield as its puppet empress, whether you rule it fairly or ruthlessly, I don't care
6. You will resurrect me only when all the Bhaalspawn children are dead, even if it takes a hundred, a thousand, or even an entire reincarnation Era. I don't care. Resurrect me only when the other Bhaalspawns are dead and my divine essence restored to full.
"Do you accept my conditions, Daenerys?" Bhaal asks, his gaze drifting down to Yinrou's obsidian claws as if admiring a sharp blade.
"Yes... Yes!" Future Daenerys cries out, her spectral form flickering with desperation. "Just give me the tower!"
"I have your word then, little cub," Bhaal purrs. "And I shall honor my part of the agreement."
"Future Daenerys, stop!" Karsus interjects, his Black God Suit pulsing with violent violet light. He steps forward, his voice tight with protective fury. "Are you sure you want to do this? He's insane! He's turning you into a pawn, a high-priced collection agent for his blood-soaked empire!"
"I know you're desperate, but this is madness," Horace adds, his metallic skin shimmering with unease. "If you make this deal, you aren't just selling your soul; you're building him a throne out of your own life's work. Bhaal is using you to reach a level of power the multiverse has never seen."
The Future Empress slowly stands, her silver eyes hard and hollow. She looks at Karsus with a gaze that has seen a thousand years of slaughter.
"I know you guys are trying to help," she says, her voice a ghostly rasp. "But even if I do nothing, Bhaal will return. There is a method to his madness. There is a reason he wants me to wait until every other Bhaalspawn is dead."She turns toward the red-eyed wolf.
"When a Bhaalspawn kills another Bhaalspawn, the divine essence of Bhaal within the victim is transferred to the killer, making them stronger, closer to godhood, and often triggering transformations like the Slayer. This ritualistic, murderous accumulation is designed to eventually resurrect Bhaal, by consolidating his fragmented essence into the final surviving during my life I was the last remaining bhaalspawn and when I was asked by solar if I wished to relinquish Bhaals essence and become a goddess bestowed the Portfolio of balance by the supreme operation laws of the great wheel while Bhaal's essence after leaving my body transferred into a prothean body within the Thrown of Bhaal where it remained dormant for 7 days.
She turns her eyes to the red-eyed wolf. "It lay dormant for seven days. And on the eighth day, the mental scream began—a command from the very marrow of my bones to revive my father. It was only after his rebirth that I learned the true scale of his hunger. He didn't just have a few children. He had planned the genocide of ten thousand Bhaalspawn."
"Wait, 10,000 children? Are you serious?"Karsus says. "Bhaal has 10 cult estates across Toril, with each housing around 1,000 children and countless followers. "The only reason why we may seem few is because of the annual crucible, which occurs every 6 years, where 300 children are sent to the gauntlet, a demiplane. Think of it as a personal sub-space similar to a small isnad where the Bhaalspawn children fight to survive, with only the remaining 100 allowed to survive out of all the gauntlet the 3rd gauntlet is the most brutal. Unlike the first two with only 300 participants, the 3rd generation gauntlet has 400 participant making the bloodshed even more intense. So in total by the end of the last gauntlet, only 300 bhaalspawns remained in every cult, leaving only 300."
The air between the two legends. The Lord of Murder and the Archwizard of Netheril ignite with a friction that transcends physical heat. Karsus stands tall, his Black God Suit radiating a cold, violet luminescence that contrasts sharply with the necrotic, red-eyed shadow of Bhaal.
"Bhaal, are you serious?" Karsus's voice is a low, dangerous rumble that makes the golden leaves of Orelia tremble. "They are children. Why force them through such an inhuman rite of passage? To call it a 'Gauntlet' is a mercy; it is a slaughterhouse."
Bhaal, peering through Yinrou's predatory eyes, doesn't flinch. Instead, he tilts the wolf's head with a slow, sickening grace.
"In a world bound by fleeting ideals and fragile virtues, Karsus, true power is forged not in the cradle of mercy, but in the white-hot furnace of pragmatism," Bhaal purrs, his voice echoing like stones grinding in a deep well. "To survive is to wield ruthlessness as a shield. Destiny favors neither saints nor sinners, but those who seize the shadows within themselves and emerge unbroken. I do not create victims; I cultivate sovereigns."
"Do you truly view life and death as a game?" Karsus demands, his ocular core pulsing with a frantic, rhythmic light. "These are lives! Did these children ask for this? Did they beg for your cursed blood?"
"Life and death are nature's law," Bhaal counters, his aura darkening the grass into a circle of rot. "The strong devour the weak, not out of cruelty but rather as a fundamental truth of existence."
Bhaal steps closer, his red eye locking onto Karsus with a mocking, intellectual sharpness.
"But tell me, Magic Emperor... do you truly believe your Netherese Empire was any different? You dare lecture me on morality from atop a throne built on the backs of the broken?"
A holographic shimmer erupts from the Allspark as Bhaal's words trigger historical archives, projecting the grim glory of ancient Netheril into the air.
"Your magocracy was a monument to inequality," Bhaal snarls. "Your 'High Netherese' elite lived in floating enclaves, breathing the air of the gods, while your 'Low Netherese' commoners broke their backs in the dirt. You enslaved the Serôsians aquatic elves and locathah in subsea cities with such brutality that high mages had to erase your colonies just to stop the screaming. You hunted rock gnomes like vermin for your mines.
"In the dark pits of Dekanter, your arcanists used enslaved beings for magical experimentation that would make Irenicus look like a saint. And even when your city of Thultanthar fled to the Shadowfell, you kept your slaves, orcs, goblins, and even your own talentless citizens—treating them as 'pets' or fuel for your shadow-magic. You didn't see people, Karsus. You saw resources."
Bhaal's voice drops to a lethal whisper. " So, do not lecture me on the sanctity of life when your entire civilization was a machine that ground souls into mana."
Karsus is silenced by the weight of his empire's history, his armor flickering as the truth of Netheril's sins hits home. while Bhaal stands triumphant in his hypocrisy, having leveled the moral playing field.
The air between them crackles, not with magic, but with the weight of a shattered legacy. Karsus staggers back, his armored boots dragging through the blackened grass. The violet glow of his Black God Suit stutters, reflecting the turmoil behind his helmet.
"Impossible..." Karsus whispers, his hands shaking as he stares at the historical archives projected by the Allspark. "I clearly set laws... the Decrees of the High Arcanist... they were meant to protect the innocent from such bondage."
Bhaal lets out a sharp, barking laugh through the shadow wolf's throat, a sound of pure, jagged derision.
"Laws?" Bhaal sneers, his red eye burning with the delight of a grand inquisitor. "Laws are the silk curtains the powerful hang to hide the blood on the floor. You call me evil for cultivating my disciples in the raw, naked truth of the universe? You say it is cruel to let the weak perish in the Gauntlet? Look at her!"
He gestures with a clawed paw toward the Future Daenerys, who stands like a pillar of cold starlight.
"She is here, she is a Universe Master, only because she defied every rule and shattered every path set before her. If she is hear it means she erased an entire timeline. How many people do you think died because of her selfish actions? As it stand you two are worse murderers than me, and I am the god of murder, how Ironical. Karsus, you are the last soul in the Great Wheel who should ever speak to me of morality after all the people who died as a result of your spell. Karsus Avatar, you make me look like a saint. Your golden age was a sun that only shone because you burned the lives of the 'Low' as fuel."
Bhaal stalks a slow, predatory circle around the Archwizard, the wolf's shadow stretching long and monstrous across the park.
"Emperor Karsus," Bhaal continues, his voice dropping to a smooth, haunting purr. "Do you know why, despite your sins, your civilization is still hailed as the greatest to ever grace the soil of Toril? It isn't because of your 'laws' or your 'virtue.' It is because of your strength. At your peak, no god, no kingdom, and no empire dared to breathe against you. You commanded the weave, and the weave bowed."
The Lord of Murder stops directly in front of Karsus, his red gaze piercing through the wizard's visor.
"The reality is this, Magic Emperor: if you are strong enough, your words become law. The universe does not keep a ledger of sins; it only keeps a record of survivors. History does not remember the bloodshed in the trenches or the slaves in the mines; it remembers the victors. It remembers the flying cities, not the corpses they cast shadows upon. You and I are the same, Karsus. We are architects of power. The only difference is that I am honest enough to look at the blood on my hands without blinking." Bhaal says as future Daenerys begins to speak.
"Why do you want to begin your breakaway from Hongmeng this early in my life? We did it together when I became a domain master. I still don't get how the Hongmeng and Virtual Universe Company helped you establish your influence as an immortal. If I break the Bhaalspawn race from them, will I be making an enemy out of them? They have millions of immortals and even several thousand Universe venerables and Universe masters," Future Daenerys asks.
"Honestly, Daenerys, even after becoming a peak universe master, you still believe they helped me because they wanted to. How foolish can you be? Let me tell you something, I have come to learn after living for this long. Listen well, child."
"Human beings call themselves righteous, yet their goodness is nothing but a mask to hide the rot beneath. Their smiles conceal envy. Their mercy disguises selfishness. Their justice bends under the weight of profit. Every act of kindness is a trade. Every virtue is a performance. Every law is a chain they forge for others, but break for themselves."
"They hide their greed behind charity, their cruelty behind compassion, their cowardice behind morality, yet they dare to call me a monster because I refuse to wear their masks. I am selfish, ruthless, merciless, but unlike them, I do not lie about what I am. They live shackled by hypocrisy while I stand unmasked in truth, and that alone makes me greater than all their false goodness."
"The truth is, both the Hongmeng and Virtual Universe Company only helped me in order to become a servant of their organization; they saw my talent, my power, and potential, and cultivated me in hopes of becoming a protector of the human race, but where is the freedom in that. In truth, I do not care whether the humans of the Origin continent thrive or perish, whether their countless civilizations achieve greatness or fail miserably. None of it matters to me because I am Bhaal. My existence is not bound by nature's rules nor fate's design. I walk my own path, a path that defies both heaven. My pursuit is eternal, my will Unchanging I will always pursue my path, and if I must die, then I will die walking it, for I am Bhaal and I always will be. I will never bow to you, not to god, and not to fate. Even if I perish, I perish knowing my will was my own." Bhaal says as the wind pulses with a gentle breeze
The air beneath the Golden Tree Orelia thickens, vibrating with the resonance of a world-shaking inheritance. Bhaal, still inhabiting the shadow wolf's form, beckons the present Daenerys closer. "As for the Ebon Soul Tower... give me a moment. Daenerys, come here."
He reaches out with a clawed paw toward the golden ring on her finger. From the wolf's throat, a command in the forbidden Prothean tongue erupts like a shockwave: "Uz vinza hera lo makera Administrator privilege!"
The golden band screams. It begins to liquefy and reform, the metal swirling like molten sunlight until it settles into a majestic signet bearing the Three-Headed Dragon of House Targaryen. A crystalline hologram erupts in the air, its light so bright it briefly blinds the onlookers.
[ADMINISTRATOR ACCESS GRANTED] [IDENTITY RECOGNIZED: DAENERYS TARGARYEN] "Please name the artifact," a melodic, female AI voice intones.
"Gods, what a day," Daenerys mutters, her face pale, blood still staining her lips. "I just want to sleep."
"Unrecognized command. Owner, give the ring a name."
"Fine! A moment," Daenerys snaps, her silver eyes flashing. "I will name it Targaryen Legacy."
The hologram pulses with a deep violet hue as the system reconfigures itself around its new master.
System Status: Administrator changed from Bhaal to Daenerys.
Object ID: Name changed from Bhaal's Legacy to Targaryen Legacy.
[FEATURE ACTIVATION LOG:]
1. Origin God Bodies (ACTIVATED): Total access granted to the 30 Origin God Bodies. The user may now occupy or project into thirty unique vessels, each capable of reaching the rank of Overlord.
2. Ebon Soul Tower Control (ACTIVATED): Remote link established. The owner has absolute command over the Tower across all dimensions and realms.
3. Celestial Prism Control (DEACTIVATED): Warning: Core artifact missing. This feature is reserved for the storage and manipulation of infinite Divine Energy.
4. Slave Suppression (ACTIVATED): Total authority over all Golden Needle carriers and normal soul constructors
Note: Inheritor of the Dasari Prothean Clan Inheritance is immune to slave suppression
Dasari Prothean Clan Inheritor: Bhaal
"There... it is done," Bhaal says, his voice tinged with a strange, dark respect. "All you need to do is summon the Tower with your mind. It will bridge the gap between realms to serve you." Daenerys looks at the ring, then back at the red-eyed wolf. "How is this possible? A ring that holds... all of this?"
"This ring is the supreme inheritance of the Dasari, a destroyed 'Caged World' I plundered," Bhaal explains, the shadow wolf's form looming large. "It is a Xeon-Tier Treasure, forged for three singular purposes."
"First," Bhaal continues, "it allows you to split your consciousness among thirty bodies, which can all be cultivated to the Overlord level. Once you reach Universe Master and your consciousness becomes strong enough, like your future self, you will be able to control all these bodies at once. Second, it is the anchor for the Ebon Soul Tower. It allows you to weave the Golden Needles. When I implanted one into Yinrou, I didn't just tag him; I erased the memory from his very soul. He became the perfect sleeper agent, a window into your life that even he didn't know existed."
His gaze shifts, looking toward the horizon as if seeing the missing piece of his puzzle. "Third, the Celestial Prism. It is the ultimate battery. I intended to fill it with the divine energy of ten thousand slaves to forge the Perfect Ocean Body, a vessel that could drown the stars. I have yet to find it.
He leans in, his breath a cold mist. "And lastly, the fourth feature, this feature gives you the power to crush any slave who dares to defy you. Except me. For I am the Inheritor of the Dasari Prothean Clan, and even your future self knew better than to try and chain the one who taught her how to hold the leash."
"Just think of the Ebon Soul Tower, and it will appear to you," Bhaal says as Daenerys tries to summon the Ebon Soul Tower. The air between the golden boughs of Orelia shudders as Daenerys reaches out with her mind. She doesn't just wish for the tower; she commands it.
The fabric of space-time tears open with a sound like shattering glass. A jagged, obsidian fissure erupts beside her, and from the lightless void beyond, the Ebon Soul Tower descends. It is no longer the massive, world-swallowing spire of the archives; it has compressed itself into a hand-sized relic of pulsating shadow, its surfaces etched with glowing violet runes that thrum in sync with the ring on her finger.
Suddenly, a secondary hologram flickers to life in front of Bhaal. A small, gnarled figure appears—a red-skinned Imp with eyes that glow like polished blue sapphires. He is draped in oversized smithing tools and covered in the soot from the nearby forge.
"Master! The Tower! It just vanished from the shiny ones! Poof! Gone!" the Imp squeaks, his voice like dry parchment.
"Calm down, Cespenar," Bhaal says, his voice vibrating through the shadow wolf's throat. "I have simply handed it to my disciple."
The Imp squints through the projection, his glowing eyes locking onto Daenerys. "Ooh! You almost look like Aria! The little Tiefling girl who just became a direct disciple, wait, this Is Real you, the one in the estate is a clone, I understand now."
"How do you know me? I don't think I or my clone has met you. I haven't even set foot in the family forge."
"Are you kidding?" Cespenar cackles, scratching his chin with a small hammer. "Everyone in the Cult estates is wagging their tongues about you! Especially after that pretty-boy Verza came back from delivering your trinkets. But mostly, I hear about you from that obnoxious crimson-blood who won't shut up. What was his name? Lorcan Mistborn? Always 'Aria this' and 'Aria that.' I keep forgetting your names, you Bhaalspawn are like rats, so many of you!"
The Imp waves a dismissive hand. "Anyway, me leave now. Too many shiny ones to fix. Forges are cold, master is happy, Cespenar is busy!" With a pop of static, the hologram vanishes.
"Don't mind him," Bhaal says, his red eye watching the Tower in Daenerys's hand. "Though he acts the fool, that creature is a living relic of the Dasari Prothean inheritance. He is the ultimate Smith. He is capable of refining any treasure, even the one on your finger, to its absolute pinnacle potential. Treat him well, and he will even turn your pebbles into stars." Bhaals says as Daenerys looks down at the Ebon Soul Tower. Beside her, the Future Empress gazes at the artifact with a haunting, hungry intensity.
The golden light of Orelia seems to dim, drawn toward the artifact resting in Daenerys's palm.
"The Ebon Soul Tower is a Soul-Type High Arcana artifact," Bhaal's voice resonates, deep and reverent. "A masterpiece of the Dasari Prothean Clan. It obeys no laws of scale; it can loom as a city or hide as a molecule."
As Daenerys focuses, the miniature tower begins to hum. It is a terrifyingly beautiful edifice of shifting, luminescent metal and crystalline spires. Stacked tiers of dark obsidian rotate in opposing directions, etched with carvings that pulse with a rhythmic, dark golden energy. At its heart sits a Colossal Rotating Eye—a sentient focal point of sapphire and gold that blinks with a terrifying intelligence. This is the center of the web, the anchor for every soul seal ever woven.
"Finally," the Future Empress whispers, her spectral form vibrating with a thousand years of anticipation. "Make the tower recognize you, Daenerys. We must merge. Now."
Daenerys pauses, her eyes narrowing. "Hold on. How do I know this isn't a trick? You're a 'Primordial AI.' You could be anyone—an illusion, a parasite wearing my face."
The Future Empress's shimmering composure snaps. She lets out a frustrated, digital hiss and stomps a spectral foot.
"Listen, you little shit! Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this? I know you have an entire thumb drive of nude pictures of Karsus hidden under your bed! The password is 'Dreamishot29', no spaces! Do you think just anyone would know that? Or should I start listing your other little secrets.....?"
The clearing falls into a deafening, awkward silence. Karsus chokes on his breath, his Black God Suit's visor flickering wildly as he turns a deep shade of purple. Horace lets out a metallic, wheezing laugh, and even Bhaal, in the body of the shadow wolf, emits a dry, hacking chuckle.
"Well, well," Bhaal purrs, his red eye dancing with amusement. "Aren't you the little devil?"
"SHUT IT, BHAAL!" Daenerys screams, her face erupting into a scarlet blush that rivals the Lord of Murder's aura. "Just... shut up! I get it! You're me!"
"Master its perfectly normal for a girl your age," Talon says, trying to remain his composure. Desperate to escape the embarrassment, Daenerys drops onto the lush, trimmed grass, crossing her legs. "Lets just do this?" Daenerys says as she holds the Ebon Soul Tower before her chest.
As she closes her eyes, the air begins to spiral. She reaches inward, tapping her own consciousness into the Allspark's core. Wisps of golden and purple energy begin to come forth from her fingertips, snaking around the rotating tiers of the tower. The central Eye flares to life, turning from crimson red to a brilliant, golden glow as it tastes her genetic energy and spiritual energy.
The ground beneath her begins to tremble. The "Targaryen Legacy" ring on her finger locks into a resonance frequency with the Tower, creating a bridge of pure information. The scene ends as Daenerys closes her eyes and begins to pass his genetic and spiritual energy into the tower.