Re:write The Authors Transmigration

Chapter 321: The Fathoms Of Christoper Morris [1]

Your greatest enemy is yourself, this saying has deemed to be right most of the time, since if you turn on yourself then it’s over. People can mock you, avoid you, but that will only affect you if you believe it’s true, so in retrospect their tha gun, and if you believe them then you’re the one who pulled the trigger. Regardless of all that, it’s not gonna help me, because for me it’s literal, a part of me hates my guts, and he’s on to get me.

"Master! Master! Wake up, please wake up, Master!" Quon kept shaking Christoper Morris’s unconscious body yet not a single shrug came in his behalf.

"Oi Jin, what happened to Boss? He isn’t waking up. We’ve already defeated the other side. Shouldn’t he be waking up?" Kyo Min Soo shakingly stated as worry seemingly grew noticeable in his face.

"How would I know? We’ve never accounted for all of this to happen. Morris, what the hell is wrong with you?"

The war had finally reached its climax, the allied nations now submitting to the demonic armies power in the death of the angels. Yet the Demon King had yet to awaken, his generals alike gathered near his unmoving body as if he’s bound to something. Suddenly a ripple of darkness began to spread around his body, violent, destructive, and corrosive to it’s nature.

"This is bad..." Lucifer uttered as he approached Christoper Morris’s body.

"His demonic power is deviating. The flow is reversed. The power inside him refusing to become one with his self,"

Upon hearing Lucifer’s words the rest grew wary of what details of Chirstoper Morris’s life, unknown to them of his trials.

"Energy deviation... Christ of all people? You’re telling me he’s having an internal conflict. That’s unlikely to be the case-" Before Airis could finish her words, Jin spoke up and retorts

"Oh boy then you barely know the guy. He’s by far the most volatile of us all. That’s the reason why keeps himself busy. Because deep down he’s still depressed as fuck," Although what he said was too personal to ever share, he felt the need to remind them all that deep down his friend was human.

"That’s a load of bull is what Boss would’ve said by now. He’s not depressed. How could you explain him always checking on us. Drinking in the morning, and hasn’t use his time off apart from training all day long..." As Kyo Min Soo details his routine, the loud and proud voice of his has shrunk upon his abrupt realization.

"Fuck! What’re going to do? If the Captain dies then wouldn’t our side fail by rule? Considering that enemy sides main goal is to just kill him?" Zeke breaks down as soon as he reminded them the stake if Christoper Morris dies in this trial.

"Shit!!! You’re right! This is bad. We’re so fucked. Get Blake here stat! If he dies then we’ll all die. I forgot we took the bonus rewards for this the third campaign,"

Jin and along with the rest were now in panic for what’s at stake, their very lives in which they gambled for a butt load of return. What’s worse is that everyone affiliated with Christoper Morris’s side will die alongside him, so while the author was at war with himself his crew was waking him up. Their methods weren’t effective but it echoed through the Fathoms of his mind, the world of dreams crumbling as the two continuously flung flurries of attack.

[System: Due to Chaos reaching the 100th floor; the deepest region of your mind, has now taken oooo-ver"+$+#+$( the systems ©ontrol!

Outcome: );)§∆√÷+_!?)=[^] Hence the ruling of power takes place! You’re mind is no longer capable of using the system. The power of Chaos reigns supreme!]

’Well isn’t this a surprise, I thought I’d get heavily nerfed but we’re both getting botched right from the get go. Anything concerning the system is off limits, we can’t even use the skills we’ve acquired, but does that even matter? Inside my brain the both of us can just make up skills as we go,’

"The system has finally gave up on you, Morris. And since your brain is corrupted I have more control over this place. I can make anything as I wish-"

The moment Uberious was about to deal the deciding blow, his figure glitches, he no longer poses the body of the Demon King. The power, the authority, and it’s skills stripped away, he returned to look exactly like Christoper Morris. This moment of confusion allowed Morris to break free of his onslaught with a right hook, knocking his alter ego to the ground.

"The power of Chaos. When it said I can’t use the system, that also applies to you jackass. The ruling or power has change!!!" Christoper conjures an axe to strike him down, yet the axes blade flew right of it’s hinges, he backed away as it nearly cleaved through his neck.

"Hahaha... the power of Chaos is in your hands and you used it to make an axe? You lack imagination, Christoper Morris. Foolishness as ever. This is power,"

"If you’re gonna quote Vergil from Devil May Cry, then make sure it lands, buddy. I fucking hate you for that. You’re even using the wrong power, that’s Royal guard!"

Uberious stood up as an energy like barrier gree visible to be seen. A power that defies all logic and principles to bend reality and manipulate. In it’s wake disorder became the new order, tyrrranical and absurd that is the essence of the power known as Chaos.

"As much as you’re more experience, I still have the upper hand. Locking me up will be your downfall. I know your every trick, but you can’t say the same to me,"

Uberious unsheathed a katana that tore through the very space and he phases through from the rift and emerges at his rear. Morris parries the blades approaching wrath, but in doing so locked both his arms to defend, while his foe had a spare limb. A light yet powerful jab disoriented him, he felt the large gap between them in just a single exchange.

"Don’t get so cocky!" As Morris recovered from the hit, he graciously accepts the force of Uberious’s punch and did a flip all the while launching a kick with his left foot.

The alter ego saw through his action and raised his left limb to defend, however this move of his sealed his fate. A sting like sensation tore through his feet, as Christoper upper half bent to the ground he sliced the tendons of his arrogant foe.

Although Uberious was dealt with a deciding blow his enemy left himself vulnerable back open to be gutted by his sword.

"So you still have your brain. I forgot about that. But doing something unpredictable leaves you at a vulnerable back open to me-"

Before the Katana wielding alter ego could puncture Christoper Morris, a burst of explosion from the ground sent them flying. The two instinctively conjured a set of wings and broke the momentum mid air as they stare down at their hateful selves. This short and abruptly ended confrontation reminded themselves that even with such odds they have against one another... it didn’t matter if one was superior, as their enemy as of now was someone who knew them very well, themselves.

’What the hell did I do to deserve this? What I did right now was too risky and unfitting of my style. But I don’t have a choice. That fucker hard countered me, it seems that even after I locked him away he can still see what’s happening outside. I knew there’s gonna be a conflict if I ever split my mind and have my personality develop their own sentience is a risk, but this is out of proportion on what I’ve predicted,’

Split Personality... A mental type skill that’s literal to it’s name allows oneself to split the mind into multiple branching selves. Many see it as a way to sever the unwanted emotions such as fear, cowardice, and hesitance but that application is only the tip of it’s potential. It’s hidden and unused power was abused by the Author himself as he created branching selves thats sentient and capable of learning and developing.

[You’ve successfuly fucked yourself, Avatar of mine. I told you of the dangers of this skill. You know what? I’m not even gonna lecture you this time. It doesn’t seem like it’ll change what’s already been done. The most important thing as of now is a way to beat yourself. Any ideas?]

"Oi Sage! Aren’t you forgetting that I can hear you as well? That bastard over there isn’t the real Christoper Morris. None of us are. So it doesn’t matter if I replace that bastard and become the main personality,"

Something inside Morris snapped as he heard those words. He fired off a spur of the moment charge magic orb. Uberious easily evades the spell. The words he said penetrated Morris’s unfazed front as if reminding him of his past grievance. The situation immediately grew tense, in his fury, the world turned red, darkness began to spread even more so.

"That’s it... get angry. That’s the only thing you’re good at. This is why everyone left us. The only reason why they haven’t is because they feel indebted to you-"

In a flash Morris flew right through Uberious as he pierced through his body, the alter ego bled violently. The rageful Christoper Morris repeatedly attack and tear through him as bits of chunks of his corrupted self fell to the darkness below. Once not a shred of his alter ego was left, he felt the shaking of his very mind, the dark almost liquid surface of his psychedelic world rise up.

"You’re so easy to rage bait, Christoper Morris. You’ve down what I wanted you to do. Did you forget I’m one with the Demonic energy within us,"

The deep and endless darkness that plagued his mind gathered around and formed the shape of Uberious. The power of Chaos that’s been equally shared against one another felt stronger at the alter egos side compared to Morris. In the blink of an eye Christoper Morris was dragged by the head and slammed to the ground, and before he could recover an enormous sword was sent to impale him.

"How lame... using the sword of legends Excalibur to parry my attack? Can’t you be more imaginative?" Uberious powers up an energy in his palm and releases to fire a powerful beam of darkness.