After idly watg the vampire and Primordial for some time with no notable ges , Ats sighed out of boredom.

  He couldn't do anything more after spending all of his divinity points. Now, all that was left was the mundane- watg the little people perform their everyday tasks or wander for endless hours.

  Once all the major events had settled, peace had returned. Even the new danger he’d pced on the Western ti wasn’t ag up. It was just slowly ing, slowly growing.

  Burp.

  Ats mindlessly tossed his sixth beer over his shoulder. It fell through the floor into the endless gaxies below. He watched it disappear before his gaze rose to his apartment, floating in the abyss, his vision swaying slightly.

  "Fu’ 't imagine doing a drunk driver’s test on this kind of floor," Ats hiccupped, lifting a foot and toug his nose iend.

  The gaxies spun in his vision- well, more than they already did- as he stumbled slightly. Wisp watched, shaking its head in disappoi but saying nothing.

  "Hey, Wisp," Ats slurred. "Are there any odly things I do? Lift meteors? Throw lightning? Desd like a titan and kick over mountains like pydough?"

  His fingers piogether as he imagined holding a tiny human up by the scruff and giving it a little shake. "Like toy soldiers ing to life."

  "Perhaps Weaver Ats should get some rest."

  "Perhaps you should shut up!" Ats slurred, a tinge of annoyance creeping into his voice. "This stupid job—I don't eve paid for it."

  Grumbling under his breath, Ats swayed around the jured proje.

  It was still the same.

  A globe, now encased in a metal chassis aal rails surrounding it. soles for accessing different trol panels were pced against the rails. Even if he wao do something in his druupor, he had no points left to cause mayhem.

  Ats sucked in air through his teeth before bellowing out, "Hey, Wisp! How’s the magid stuff done in this world?"

  "What do you mean, Weaver?" Wisp sighed, chirping uhusiastically as it flew over.

  "How’s it work?" he slurred again, his words somewhat broken. "Y’know, the system, like this." He waved erratically at the globe.

  Wisp hesitated before responding slowly. "There is no defined system in pce. While I ot disobey Weaver Ats, I highly reend waiting until you sober up."

  "Nonsense! Let's start now! What does it look like currently?!"

  The globe fshed with a vibrant dispy of colors before a subtle blue hue spread across the ndmasses. Different areas varied in gradient ah, while others were barren of color.

  Wisp tihough it clearly chose its words carefully.

  "These colors represent the density of magic throughout your world. There is currently no direct duit or transferenagining through the world- so its current geion is erratic."

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah. duits! Got it."

  While Wisp cmped its beak shut, Ats giggled stupidly, a wide grin spreading across his face. His eyes settled on the Primordial Mountain, stig out like a sore thumb with majestic creatures cirg it.

  Ats’s hands got to work, his head rolling around absentmindedly. "I bet if these people saw me, they’d be madly impressed."

  "A few finger pokes and I got their magic sorted. They’ll be awed by my- how do they see me?" His head lolled back. "How do they see me, Wisp?"

  "I do not know," Wisp shook its head. "No one has tried to peer into the beyo or practice theurgy."

  "Aaaah, let's get that sorted. My name is perfect for their beady little mortal eyes!"

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  As Ats’s druupor led him on a journey of haphazardly altering the world’s very fabric of creation fical creatures, the world began to shift abruptly.

  Magic, whice flourished and spaw random, now flowed into unseen rivers.

  The mountaihe Primordials made their home became the focal point. Mana rivers branched out from the mountain, stretg across the world. Streams, ag as both outlets and tributaries, webbed out from these rivers, spreading mana further in a plex work.

  Such a ge to the magic of the world affected certain regions. The furthest coasts of the eastern aern tis became less rich with mana, while, as one approached the Primordial nds, the air thied with it.

  The result was that more wildlife- subtly and openly using magic- began springing up the closer oraveled to the tral ndmass. Meanwhile, older species farther away retaiheir magical properties, but magic became less powerful and dense.

  Some creatures noticed, others didn’t.

  Those that didn’t- the Dark Elves, who used Red Mist, a variant that didn’t mix with the world’s mana, dwarves who had yet to develop their Are crafts, and humans along with most beastkin- tinued about their daily lives pletely unaware.

  The Primordial beings, however, noticed the shift a pride swelling inside. Even the Bck Dragon, who despised and hated his own kin out of jealousy, felt a twinge of pride that it was his species that had been chosen.

  Elves looked to the earth, not quite uanding but sensing the ge. No longer was magic as easy as breathing- it had bee currents they had to draw upon. Magic still lingered in the air, but it was no longer so pu.

  Meanwhile, on the corrupted nd, the Smiling Tree of Wishes groaned and cracked. Within moments, the already massive tree grew several meters taller, its roots spreading further, c the entire ndmass.

  The entire ndmass now fell uhe Smiling Tree’s influence, whereas before, one could nd on the shores and avoid immediate dete. Even some of the sea creatures surrounding it became tainted due to the influx of mana.

  And upoing the pary view- if one wished to scry upon the gods or observe the world’s astral projes- Ats fiddled with that too.

  True to his name, in a faint blue hue, a humanoid figure now walked around the sun, expression tightened uhe strain, carrying the p on its back while his hands tur. It was irely the same, however.

  While the figure was bent over like the traditional Ats, the globe rested on what would have been his upper traps—but his back mirrored his front. His rear reflected his frontal features exactly.

  What would have been the back of his head instead mirrored his face. His arms weren’t torted to bahe strain of the world on his traps but rather held it like a heavy stone pressed against his chest.

  A faint, radiant thread of magic twisted from Ats’s astral-projected form's forehead, ing around the po maintain stant tact with the Primordial Mountain’s peak.

  When Ats observed specific points on the globe, the astral proje’s eyes followed. Otherwise, it remained fixated on the Primordial Mountain, even if it was oher side of the world.

  Ae all of these ges- the mayhem and grandeur he had created- no one k was the result of Ats’s druupor as he tio meddle with the world.

  Chapter: Chapter 19: The Fe System