PFC Chapter 604: Malik, Horror of Beyond
Chapter 604: Malik, Horror of Beyond
Next came i0vs, but unlike the previous one, he did not mention a specific design or form.
So, Ash would just wing it until he asked for something specific himself.
Ash focused on the second silhouette, his reddish-purple eyes narrowing slightly as he shaped it with casual intent.
The dark, featureless shape began to shift, condensing into a tall, imposing figure cloaked in shifting shadows — a being that felt ancient and unknowable, with no fixed features yet, waiting for further definition.
Elysia watched closely, her golden eyes thoughtful as she leaned against his shoulder.
"This one has a very ambitious idea," she said softly.
"He wants to be the almighty Outer God — essentially becoming their Origin if we were still on the outside existence."
As mentioned long ago, much like Ash had once become, attaining the title of Origin of Race allowed a person to grow passively and gain anything that anyone in their race achieved.
However, i0vs wanted to push this even further.
He didn’t just want to claim what members of his race had gained—he wanted those rewards returned to him multiplied by fifty.
Ash nodded thoughtfully, his fingers tapping lightly on the phone as he considered the ambitious request.
"But such a thing no longer exists within Pantheos when it comes to bloodlines and race," he replied, his voice calm and analytical.
"It’s solely based upon battle prowess and allowing one to fight above their ranks now. Still... we can make it work."
He continued shaping the silhouette, giving it a presence that felt vast and otherworldly. But then he came to another pause.
"There are no Outer God races or beings in Pantheos. Not technically at least," Ash added. "I still have some horrors I placed inside of my Nonexistence, but other than that... it’s not much."
Elysia smiled faintly, her golden eyes reflecting the dark silhouette as it took form.
"So, we just need to create it all for him," she said, her tone warm with understanding.
"Though, we don’t need to change the rules of Pantheos... just give him authority to exist outside of them."
Ash nodded, his smile widening slightly as he worked.
"Exactly. Let’s see how far we can push it."
He focused on the second silhouette, his reddish-purple eyes narrowing with intent.
The dark, featureless shape began to shift and expand, growing taller and more imposing.
The darkness around it coalesced into a magnificent, regal form — a being that radiated an ancient, otherworldly presence.
His skin was a deep, cosmic black that seemed to absorb light, with faint, glowing veins of silver and gold running across it like constellations.
His eyes were piercing voids with faint, star-like pinpricks of light, and his long, flowing hair was a mix of midnight black and deep indigo.
A crown of shadowy thorns rested on his head, completing the image of a true Outer God — majestic, terrifying, and beautiful all at once.
Ash then spoke in the Language of Gods, his voice resonating with divine authority as he bestowed the Star Name.
"Malik."
The name settled into the being’s core, a golden glow flashing around him before fading, sealing the title.
Ash continued, implementing the powers and ideas with careful precision.
"You are the first Outer God of Pantheos," he declared. "Anyone that comes after will be almost like an extension of yourself. That way you will always gain from them times fifty."
He went on, shaping the abilities.
"You will exist completely outside of all hierarchies of time and space. You can annihilate anything completely, while also existing in any darkness. However..."
Ash made a slight adjustment to avoid conflict with Zephyr’s authority.
"You will exist within all darkness between worlds — the voids in space, the gaps between dimensions, the shadows between realities.
You will be everywhere and nowhere at once, a mastermind who sees all yet remains unseen."
The being — Malik — floated there, his form now fully defined, radiating a heavy, cosmic presence that felt both ancient and new.
He remained without sentience for now, waiting for further refinement.
Ash leaned back slightly, satisfied with the foundation as he and Elysia observed the new Outer God.
Ash leaned back slightly, satisfied with the foundation as he and Elysia observed the new Outer God.
"So, what do you think?" he asked, his voice casual but genuinely curious as he glanced at her.
Elysia clicked her tongue lightly, as if really thinking it over, her golden eyes narrowing playfully. Then, after a moment, she just laughed softly, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"I like whatever you like, of course," she said, her tone warm and teasing. "You know I trust your judgment."
She then asked, her voice shifting to one of genuine interest.
"How do you plan to implement them into Pantheos?"
Ash’s reddish-purple eyes gleamed with quiet excitement as he answered.
"They will be important beings in Nullen’s novel. They will form one of the strongest, most mythical Pantheons — the Immortal Pantheon."
He paused, a faint smile on his lips as he continued.
"And not only that, they will be in possession of one of Nullen’s fragmented paintbrushes, as I will leave it inside one of their bones."
Hearing this, Elysia chuckled, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked at him.
"So, you’re planning to let them die then?" she asked, her tone light but probing.
Ash didn’t respond right away, his thoughts on writing having shifted after encountering the Author a few times.
Seeing how NovelGeek2 granted him so much freedom and authority—along with the way Pantheos was evolving—it was clear that, in time, there would be countless beings who would step beyond the confines of their narratives, destinies, and so on.
While he still intended to weave a fair share of prophesied events into Nullen’s early life, he refused to let those dictate everything.
Just as it had been done for him, he would give Nullen the chance to rise above the Novel itself, maybe even to grow as powerful as he was.
Because... becoming stronger?
’Haha, that shit is just not going to happen.’