Hp: a job in the multiverse

[Moonpie_99]

My attempt to add one more Harry Potter into all the different Harrys in the multiverse…

A Harry Potter SI? FanFiction

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My name is… It doesn't matter; names are for the living, and I'm finally dead…

Hahahaha, finally!!…

I was so sick of being hooked to machines and poked by motherf*cking crazy scientists who thought my body somehow held the secret to life without a disease.

I mean, sure, I was born very sick, like the doctors predicted my death minutes after I was born kind of sick, but I didn't die… and then I went on and contracted more viruses and diseases along the way and still didn't die—still I wasn't healthy either!!!

I was f*king bedridden my whole life, but who can reason with crazy? Not me, that's for sure…

By the time I died, I probably had every f*cking disease known to man in my body, and those crazy motherf*kers still couldn't figure out what was keeping me from dying…

Incompetent motherf*ckers!!!!…

I wish they all die in the most horrific way possible…

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Anyway, where am I??

I looked around and began to notice that I can move… and somehow I can see 360° and that shouldn't be possible—No horizon, no up or down—just endless void pressing against my senses like static

It's very weird, you know? Being able to move after a lifetime of not knowing how or what it feels like. My limbs—if I even have limbs—hum with a lightness I've never felt

It's a very contradictory feeling…

Anyhow, let's stop thinking and start moving, hahahahahaha.

This is amazing!!!

Being able to see, move, and feel something other than pain.

It's exciting?

Hmmm? Maybe that's what I'm feeling now; I mean, besides this liberating sensation, which in my humble opinion is what freedom feels like—Or maybe it's just the absence of needles jabbing my veins— I don't know and I don't care either.

After moving, laughing, crying, maybe a little cursing, and madness, which lasted for a little while, I started to calm down…

Okay, maybe not "a little," but you try releasing 16? or maybe 17 years of pent-up, jumbled, and all-the-way fu*ked-up emotions and you'll see what happens. You can't? Then Imagine a dam breaking, but the water's made of screams… that's the most apt description I can come up with at the moment…

Now that I have calmed down enough, I began to actually think about where I am? And let me tell you… I Don't Have The Slightest Idea.

I mean, I can't even comprehend what this place is, let alone actually knowing where or what this place is…

For starters, it's dark, but at the same time it's not.

Oh yes, time. There's no time here.

Are you asking how I know? Well, I don't; I can just tell.

Here, in this place? No time, space, or physical law exists, or maybe just the ones I'm familiar with don't.

I can hear your disbelief from here, but think about it.

Every being that has existed inside these laws for long enough can just tell they are there no matter what, but here, I just can't.

So I just continued moving somewhere?? I mean, there's no point in sitting still, plus now that I can move ^~^, I am not staying still for even a little…

I don't know how long I have been moving, but I didn't mind, so when I felt something coming my way.
How? I don't know—instinct maybe.

Anyhow, when I felt it coming my way, I too moved toward it. Toward the first flicker of—something—in this nothingness…

Perhaps I would find out what this void is??…

Ugh!!!!! Pain!!!

Pain like I had never felt before assaulted me. And coming from me, that's an accomplishment…

Looking for the source of my pain, I let my instinct guide me and found myself tearing apart and devouring what looked like another soul.

How did I know it was a soul, you ask? Heh~

There's something else within this soul that's trying to take root in me now. A parasite or something? I don't know but I don't like it…

Alarmed, I did the only thing I could, which was to tear out the part of my soul that had this thing in it and shred it apart… I succeeded, mostly, but the more I shredded, the more it resisted, so I threw whatever was left and moved away…

You know, maybe this was a blessing instead; the soul that I devoured was human.

I instinctively knew it was a soul when we touched, and I knew it was a human soul by the memories I had seen so far.

There are no meaningful memories about his personal life in the memories I have; it may be with the part that I threw away along with that thing??

Eh, who cares? So how do I know he is human? Well, in his memories, of course, and there are some that match the knowledge I have about history and stuff. I mean, even though I am not the most knowledgeable, I still know some things…

Though, most of his memories are about stories, either visual or written, they were entertaining.

These stories are interesting. I mean, I didn't know what a manga was nor what a comic was. I still found them very interesting. Still, I will look into these memories thoroughly later; for now, I need to inspect myself and see what happened.

So, after looking over and over again, inspecting my soul, I concluded that nothing was wrong aside from some of my personal memories being missing.

Not like I needed them in the first place. What good are memories of hospitals, laboratories and white coats?

I think they are with the part of me that I shredded and threw away.

Anyway, it doesn't matter at the moment because it's time to look into what these two balls of swirling energy I found are doing in my soul.

My instinct tells me they're something good, so as I started studying them—which by the way was me poking at them and seeing what would happen—I figured out what they are.

And of course I would figure them out; I was smart, plus I poked and nudged them long enough that I felt like they told me just to stop…

Anyway, it turned out these swirling balls of energy were skills that the other soul somehow had, and if I had to guess based on the stories I had seen, then the soul I somehow devoured had met what the stories call a ROB and was stupid enough to believe it could make wishes for free.

I don't know for sure because I don't have memories of its encounter, but that was my best guess…

So that would also mean the thing that I threw away was the so-called system, huh? Good, I probably dodged a bullet there, huh.

I guess there's a lesson here: "Always trust your instincts."

Anyway, this skill is interesting.

After examining them for a bit more, I discovered what they are… These things are preprogrammed masses of energy that engrave what they can do into a person's soul so that they can use them as if they were their own.

So instead of letting them do their thing, I tried to devour them the same way I did before with the soul, and it worked. I mean, I instinctively knew I could, so I tried, and it actually worked…

Now I have two new skills that feel like I have always had them, and the best part is that they can never be taken from my soul in any way, unlike before, even if something tears my soul apart.

Hahahaha! Sure, if something tried to tear apart my soul and devour it like I did, maybe they could? I don't actually know…

Anyway, these skills are interesting.

The first skill is something that made me into a natural-born sage, which means I will always be able to use natural energy—Whatever that means…

What's the use of that? I don't know yet, but if the stories I have are anything to go by, then that means I will become powerful. Sure, I can't use it now, but that doesn't matter.

On the other hand, the second skill, which is called 'archmage's qualification,' is something that I can use now, which's great for me.

Why, you ask?? Because this skill enables me to build a magical core that can accommodate any kind of energy—which was great and all, but that wasn't the important part…

The important part is that it gave me an intuitive aptitude for anything I want to study, and guess what I want to study? This place!—This beautiful, horrifying, endless void…

I finally have a way that may as well become my ticket out of this void!!! Yay me!!

The first thing I did with my newfound ability was, of course, using it to study my own soul, and well, I found out that my soul has a somewhat weak ability to adapt to outside stimuli; that's also the reason I still have consciousness/move and other things while staying in this void.

Furthermore, I started to be able to manipulate my own soul without relying on my instincts, so I started by organizing my memories, old and new, by creating a place to hold them. Sure, I loosened the connection between these memories and the feelings attached to them so that I won't be swayed by feelings like those dumb MCs in the stories I had seen so far when making decisions in the future—Emotions are liabilities and I've had enough of those…

I also found out that my emotional center—as I called it—is heavily damaged, which could be the result of multiple things, one of which was my ripping apart my own soul earlier, but hey, I can fix that in the future? Maybe??

After a while, I started studying this void, and after numerous tries, I miserably failed to understand anything beyond the fact that I wasn't strong enough to. It's like I was a newborn trying to comprehend how the universe works.

What I mean is that I don't yet have the capacity to understand—like a level 0 being that doesn't have the knowledge, power, or the qualifications needed for level 1000 knowledge, if that makes sense—Which maybe doesn't. But hey, progress!…

Though the good thing I found is that this place does have energy, which means I can start creating my magical core.

I don't know if I will be able to, but that won't stop me from trying…

Heheheh… I did it!! After so many failures, I was able to create a magical core—A tiny, flickering thing—but mine!.

My very own magical core… I am going to be an archmage!! Suck it, scientists!!

After a tedious process of trying to sense, draw, and guide the smallest and faintest traces of energy and failing repeatedly, I had finally done it!! And now I feel tired and sleepy—The good kind of tired, for once.

But can I sleep here? Ah, it doesn't matter; I will sleep.

Still, before sleeping, I enveloped my soul with a layer of my newly acquired void energy to shield myself, and then I slept…

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While the soul slept, not caring about anything, it kept drifting in the 'void' as it called it, somehow guided by the energy around it, until it stopped suddenly in front of what could only be described as the personification of the void.

This being, as if disturbed by the newly arrived soul, shifted a little and began to look at it. For a while, nothing happened—until it did.

The void suddenly shook slightly and then stopped.

The soul also shook slightly, and the energy around it fluctuated a little.

For a time, this occurred again and again.

From an outside perspective, it appeared as if the being was having a conversation with both the sleeping soul and the void simultaneously.

Then, the being moved and slowly took a small part of the void, molding and stretching it as if creating a veil, and then it placed the veil over the still sleeping soul.

The veil dissolved into a small, dust-like energy and entered the soul, completely disregarding the shield around it…

The being then gently picked up the soul, and they left, leaving no visible traces of them ever being there in the first place.

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[Moonpie_99]

When I woke up, I was no longer in the void; instead, I found myself standing in a white plane that stretched as far as I could see. While it was white for the most part, there were different colorful lines meeting together in the center, creating a node that looked like multiple rainbows had been mixed together.

The colors were connected and interwoven in a way that created a masterpiece of colorful visuals, but, for the life of me, I couldn't think of a better description than "rainbow puke."

I had never been a color enthusiast—which may have been because I was blind most of my life—but I doubt these hues could be seen by the naked eye.

Anyway, where the hell am I? I don't think souls can sleepwalk. I checked my soul and found no abnormalities, but perhaps a more thorough examination was needed.

"Ah, you woke up! Good! We have a lot to talk about," said an old man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, speaking in a language I had never heard before—yet, strangely, I understood him.

"You don't need to monologue to yourself, you know. You're not thinking quietly; you're just broadcasting your thoughts like a radio," the old man continued while I was still trying to figure things out.

Once again, I was puzzled by how I understood him or what he meant; I was obviously talking to myself, a habit I had developed for some strange reason. Perhaps the answer lies with the part of my soul I had thrown away?

"You mean you did that to yourself? What possessed you to do such a foolish thing?" the old man inquired, coming closer and waving his hand in front of me—like some kind of lunatic conducting an invisible orchestra for an invisible audience.

"You're really strange. Your soul is lacking some aspects, while having an abundance of others, and there's minor damage, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with time and proper knowledge," he added, somehow having checked my soul despite the energy shield that had been up since I went to sleep.

"Hey, old man, who are you? How can you inspect my soul while my shield is up? And what do you mean by everything you just said? Where is this place? Also, why am I here?" I asked him. And it just occurred to me that I had actually spoken somehow, which was interesting! I'll be sure to study this later.

"Again, you don't need to monologue, and yes, souls and spiritual beings can speak, but seeing how you want to research this yourself, I won't spoil the topic for you…

To answer your questions though: you are here because I requested someone from outside my multiverse, and you were brought here.

This place is a small dimensional plane created by me. I could inspect your soul because it was a non-aggressive diagnostic scan that passed right through; you should work on how you shield your soul better.

And *#I am the #%#One *#%Above *#%All^*~, the creator of this part of the #}^multiversal ^%}reality *#%chain." I heard the old man say…

Okay, I understood most of the things he said, but the last part flew over my head. It was overwhelming enough that I couldn't actually hear properly, let alone understand… interesting!!!

"Okay, honestly, what I understood may as well be different from what you said, but let me summarize to see if I got this right: I was delivered here like some kind of package; you can scan me because my shield is ineffective; and you're something-something creator of something multiverse something. Am I correct so far?"

"Eh, close enough. Can't fault you really—you're inexperienced with this way of speaking—and you are not strong enough to understand what I actually explained, but that's neither here nor there.

I requested someone from outside my multiverse for a job, and you were delivered, so you'll do just fine.

Now, before we talk about anything else, tell me about yourself," the old man said with interest.

Hmm? Why am I referring to a multiverse creator—if I understood anything he said correctly—as "old man"? He looks the part, plus the worst that could happen is being erased from existence.

Well, it might be better; my experience so far doesn't bode well for living. Still, I would prefer to actually use my skills before that…

"Again, your monologue is unnecessary; you should learn to utilize that shield of yours better so that you could selectively choose what you want others to hear…

Anyway, I don't mind being called old man, although not many do, for some reason. I mean—it's not like I would do anything to them, really, but I guess that's that.

Now tell me about your journey here; it sounds intriguing!" the old man said, berating me for my poor use of the shield. Maybe he doesn't know that I created this one while fighting sleep in the void. Eh, it doesn't matter.

I started talking with the old man, sharing everything I remembered about what had happened and how I got here, to which he listened with sparkling eyes that I didn't know one could have.

Upon reflection, though, it was strange; I don't think I'm sharing all of this with him purely because I want to, because I know I am not the sharing type. So there must either be something influencing me to do so, or I just felt like talking to someone about everything for once—but that's not important right now.

I learned something odd while telling him about the stories I now know from the memories I gained. He told me that some of them portrayed what happened in universes within his multiverse.

So, of course, I asked him about it—about how that could be possible—but he didn't tell me much; all he said was, "You didn't actually know what's possible, so why would this be any different?"

He also told me, "If you ever grow to be as strong and knowledgeable as me, then you would find out."

If you ask me, though, I think he was just lazy and didn't want to explain…

On another note, I somewhat found out how and why I appeared in that void alone after dying instead of going wherever other people go after dying.

His words were, "You might have had something that's considered supernatural in a reality that has no tolerance for such a thing, or you could have been cursed by a god in your previous world. Sure, I know the exact cause but not the actual reason. I don't think telling you anything about that would help in any way.

I mean, it could also be countless other reasons that got you kicked out of where you were.

What you should be certain of is that you were banished or rejected from your previous world into what you call the void, which is, by the way, the wrong definition for that place, but I'm not going to correct you."

And so, as you might infer, I was too special for the world itself—the world was jealous of me and had to kick me out. That means I just got confirmation of what I had always known—I'm just too awesome… hehe.

"Narcissistic thoughts aside, what you should be proud of are your instincts. That encounter with the soul you told me about was most likely a higher entity using a misguided human soul as a slave to do its bidding, because no soul goes through that place to reach a destination.

I am not telling you that reincarnation stories you know are wrong or that they don't happen. It's just that when they happen, they always stay in their own @$&$!:& section of the multiverse…

And before you ask, yes, if you hadn't followed your instincts, you would have most likely been enslaved instead," the old man interrupted my thoughts once again.

What he said was likely true; from the knowledge I gleaned from the soul and his life stories, the only conclusion I could come to is that it takes a special kind of fool to believe they are getting wishes from nowhere, just because they saved a child or because an omnipotent being is bored.

Especially the bored omnipotent being—that one is hilarious.

Though, to be fair, it might just be my trust issues influencing how I think. Plus, not everyone wishes to stay dead, so I guess they do what they can to keep living? I don't know, and I don't actually want to know…

Anyway, I wanted to ask the old man about the job he mentioned. "Hey, old man, you said something about a job. Care to give me the details? And am I getting paid?"

"Ah, the job, yes. I will send you to one of my worlds that has been forcefully merged with two others while I was taking care of something more urgent.

Your task is to find the individual who is reincarnated there and acquire his so-called system, either peacefully or by force—it's up to you.

The important thing is that you take care of him before his system can take root and does irreversible damage that would force me to erase that part of my multiverse and recreate it…

Before you ask: yes, I have taken care of those responsible; yes, you'll be given the means to extract the system and send it to me; yes, you're getting paid in the form of living again; no, that's all you'll receive for this job," the old man said.

He just answers whatever he likes, huh?

Before I could continue my musings, he cut in again. "Anyway, kid, it was nice getting to know you, but now I'm sending you to Death's realm so you can finalize your living-again situation."

Before I could ask how Death would help me, I was kicked out and moved in what felt like a bizarre sensation of sliding, gliding, stretching, and twisting.

Huh, that was fun.

I looked around and found myself in a dark place designed to look frightening—like how one decorates their home for Halloween.

Still, now that I got the feel of this place, it feels like home to me. So I did the first thing that popped into my head and said, "Honey, I'm home!"

And before you ask, yes, I learned this from one of the stories…

"Welcome," a smooth voice said from behind me. How did she get here without my notice? I don't know. And I didn't get much time to ponder that because the voice started talking again while I was turning around…

"Before you continue with that annoying habit of yours, let me introduce myself. I am Death. I will be responsible for sending your soul into the body of a recently deceased wizard who wishes to stay dead and 'reunite' with his family…

However, he still has an ongoing debt to magic and fate, so you'll be dealing with them in his stead unless, of course, you want to lose an easy way to get magic—which, if I had to guess, the answer is no. So, get ready."

Once again, I found myself being shoved somewhere, only to find myself in a train station where a scrawny kid sat beside a deformed-looking baby.

I scanned the baby-shaped thing first and then the boy, discovering that the baby was a deformed fragment of a soul, while the kid was a soul without abnormalities. And so, I walked toward him and sat beside him in silence.

The quiet lasted until the kid's attention snapped to me. Startled, he jumped up, looking at me vigilantly, he asked,

"Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get here? Why?" Before he could continue, I cut him off like the old man and Death had done to me:

"Hey there, slow down kid. Sit down, take a deep breath, and then we'll talk." He eyed me suspiciously for a while but eventually sat, realizing I meant no harm.

"Well, first things first: I don't have a name. No—I had one, but I lost it along with some key memories that made up my identity.

So Call me whatever pops into your head.

As for why I'm here? Well, Death sent me to take the place of someone who wants to stay dead. So, what's your story."

Of course he didn't take my words for it but after some back and forth we eventually began discussing our lives…

Initially skeptical, the kid's doubts faded as we traded questions and answers. I quickly figured out how to project memories for him to see—and taught him to do the same too.

With the skepticism gone, we talked for a long while, puzzling over why he lingered here even after my arrival.

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[Kraigen23]

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