[Testing123's Lore]

THE MONARCH OF MALEDICTIONS, WYATT THE CURSED

Above: New Kroydon City

[There are 3 energies: Mana, Natural Mana, & Cursed Mana. Each of the three energies were job-exclusive. For example, those who choose the Mage, Swordsman, Lancer, ETC professions, they would and could only use the Mana energy, due to how the soul interacts with the heart to generate the energy. Moreover, they would be stuck with that profession/job for life.] 

In this highly technologically-advanced civilization, some some flew about great towering skyscrapers in flying cars, while others sauntered through the bustling megalopolis in advanced gear, showing off their newly-purchased latest-model magitech equipment. A myriad of night-time lights danced about the skyline, a spectacle that one could see even hundreds of miles away from the city. None of these could describe even a mere fraction of New Kroydon City's brilliance, so naturally there were not many who chose the same life as young Wyatt. 

Above: Wyatt, observing from
the ancient ruins

Of the Natural Energy sector, the alchemist profession had the least in terms of numbers, but Wyatt was one of them. Wyatt became an orphan at 4 years old, and received tutelage from the orphanage's director (who was an alchemist), who taught Wyatt the ways of an alchemist, especially after he was discovered to have great talent in alchemy. Despite urges to continue his studies, Wyatt left the orphanage at 15 years old to live secluded in the ancient ruins of a long-abandoned civilization, and live a peaceful life of cultivating herbs & brewing potions. Occassionally he would descend the mountain to sell his concoctions on the Black Market, and would use the profits to buy equipment that would usually be unavailable in the mountains. He disliked the chaotic New Kroydon City, and preferred chilling at his home in the ancient ruins, relishing in the peace and quiet. When he wasn't doing anything like cultivating herbs, he would simply sleep. He also disliked working, and very much preferred resting instead. A well-cleaned, empty coffin covered in woollen cushioning served as his bed. Thus was the slothful but peaceful life of Wyatt. 

One time, Wyatt was observing the scenery from a watch-post from inside the ancient ruins, when suddenly he heard someone call "May you suffer from internal and external torment until the end of your days!" before suddenly feeling excruciating pain coursing through his body. He fell on the floor, screaming as he writhed in pain, while a hooded rogue jumped in from above, who proceeded to lock Wyatt inside a hidden darkened room in the ruins beforing casting a silencing spell on him, and then scurried inside the catacombs of the ancient ruins while muttering "this place will have to be the hiding spot for now, those megalopolitan police people." The rogue's name was Apsburg Meipehr, a wanted criminal Cursificer who had committed murder several times through his curses and cursed items. Unlike the normal curse-mage, however, he was known for being able to cast his curses almost instantaneously due to his soul's ability to generate an abundance of Cursed Mana, a talent that was definitely top-tier among the rest of the world. 

While Apsburg was eventually captured by the skilled megalopolitan police force (after the strongest of the police department teamed up to finally incapacitate Apsburg), Wyatt was not found by said police force, who did not even know he was still trapped in the hidden darkened room, and had simply presumed he had died as collateral damage. All this time, Wyatt was struggling physically with extreme pain, while mentally, every second felt like an eternity as he felt his mind slowly wear away, shattering infinitely. However, he could still form thoughts. Struggling greatly, he crawled and felt around the room, and located a section of wall that appeared brittle, before painstakingly scratching away at that wall bit by bit. While it should've hurt, Wyatt was dealing with a greater pain, so it was essentially ignored and cancelled out. A few days after Apsburg was apprehended and removed from the ancient ruins, Wyatt broke out of his cell, and staggered, crazed but focused, towards the potion room. He refused to give up, strongly believing that he had not enjoyed enough of lazing around, and proceeded to concoct several painkillers, albeit clumsily as he spilt ingredients and beakers everywhere from trying contend with the continuous suffering. 

It is interesting how one becomes much more focused when they are in great pain. Through sheer grit, willpower, and focus, Wyatt made painkiller potions strong enough to temporarily make the intense suffering subside. After making the pain stop, he became a changed man. He became fully obsessed with absolving his curse, sometimes even ignoring sleep, food or drink. One could tell he had become almost deranged, as he constantly wore a maniacally frenzied look. Eventually his obsession grew stronger, as it went from simply trying to cure himself of a curse, to finding ways to make the curse his power, which in turn grew into a desire to make all curses his and his alone. At some point, he grew accustomed to the sudden piercing pain of the curse whenever his painkillers wore off. He poured all his assets, no matter how little, into buying curse-related items, and when that ran out, he considered stealing them, but he had heard that even Apsburg had been captured by the great Megalopolitan police force. Then he realized what he had to do.

Above: New Kroydonian Megalopolitan
Maximum Security Detention Center

Through an elaborate plan that required many layers of plotting and preparation, Wyatt managed to break into the jail that Apsburg was detained at. He bought himself 20 minutes of face-to-face time with the very person who had caused him so much misery: Apsburg Meipehr. 

"Who the f*** are you?!"

"So you don't even remember me, huh...well no matter, you won't need to anyway."

"What the f*** are you on about?!"

"Impatient, huh? Well, to put it simply, I'm going to have to take away all your Cursed Mana."

"What do you- OI STOP THAT IMMEDI- GAAA"

In the past month, Wyatt had done some calculations, and he realized he needed three ingredients: Mana (which he got from extracting the blood of wild animals), Natural Mana (which he also had), and Cursed Mana (which he did NOT have). Therefore, he modified the Cursed Mana storage battery that he had obtained, to absorb Cursed Mana instead of receive Cursed Mana. Knowing Apsburg had an abundant supply of Cursed Mana, Wyatt used the modified Cursed Mana battery to absorb every drop of Apsburg's Cursed Mana. Another thing to note is while Cursed Mana is generated by the soul, when too much is used up, the soul will use Life Force to make more Cursed Mana. This meant that by non-stop absorbing Apsburg's Cursed Mana,  Wyatt was essentially devouring Apsburg's soul solely for Cursed Mana...which was perfect, since Wyatt wanted revenge, so it was two birds with one stone. 

The jail was in uproar when they found Apsburg suddenly dead, not that Wyatt cared. He had escaped flawlessly, and went back to his home in the ancient ruins to conduct what he believed was the greatest experiment of all time. Usinig his ingenuity in alchemy, he planned to make something unheard of: an artificial heart that would use Mana, Natural Mana, and Cursed Mana in a three-way cycle. For example, using his innate Natural Mana from being an alchemist, through this artificial heart, Wyatt could have it converted into either Mana or Cursed Mana (as shown in the diagram to the left). It meant that Wyatt could use any profession that exists...however he did not care for that. He wanted complete mastery over Cursed Mana.

For the next 46 years, Wyatt experimented on himself. He cast curse after curse unto himself, testing the effects on after another. Such methods were extremely risky, and would've resulted in his death if he hadn't already experienced the Torment Curse and lost his ability to feel pain. Scars from repeatedly healing and cursing himself accumulated across his body. He never bothered to buy new robes, so his appearance became rather haggard, and his temperament grew increasingly psychopathic. 

Through his experiments, he realized that in order to achieve maximum efficiency, he would need to fuse his soul, the source of his energy, with his artificial heart, the convertor of the energy. Moreover, Aspburg's soul, which had been extracted, would be also joined in, serving as something like a second motor. In doing so, not only would Wyatt receive the Cursed Mana converted through the artificial heart, he would also get Cursed Mana from Aspburg's soul, giving Wyatt double his previous amount. So during those 46 years of experimentation, Wyatt slowly fused the three components together. Having the power of essentially two people with the most abundant energy reserves in the world, Wyatt was now unstoppable. In a sudden burst of crazed enthusiasm, he rushed into the nearst city to test his power. 

"May you always have an annoying eyelash stuck in your eyes," he whispered at a passerby. Instantly, the passerby's eyelashes grew and twisted into whips, & began assaulting their eyes.

"May you become bald within a single month," he whispered to another. Instantly, their hair completely fell out, and their head began sparkling with light like the surface of a raw egg.

"May your phone never have enough space for downloads, forcing you to constantly delete something each and every time." Their phone showed a sudden influx of waste data before it simply combusted.

"Interesting," Wyatt thought. "So now everything I say will be exaggerated to the extreme." As he wondered how to further increase his power, he accidentally bumped into a pole. In a sudden fit of rage, he cursed "GAA- DAMN THIS CITY!" Before he could realize what he just did, suddenly, a loud explosion happened. A violet portal opened up, and suddenly a sickly, volatile energy flooded in.

Wyatt had cursed the city, and his power had increased the output to incredible heights.

He had brought upon the apocalypse of the world.

Above: The Portal

He had accidentally opened a direct portal to the Bloodied Void, the domain of the Mörderischer Kaiser Diederich V.

Hundreds, thousands, millions, then billions of skeletons flooded through the portal. All hell was let loose. A tsunami of blood burst forth. Undead rampaged. Dullahans on ghostly horseback began a deadly genocide. Phantoms flew about. Space began to distort as the Void consumed the world. 

Wyatt stood still, gazing at the horrific massacre. He suddenly remembered why he had become so power-obsessed in the first place: so that he could live a life of lazing around without anyone ever disturbing him. When this realization struck him, he started glowing a dark-purple color. He felt his Cursed Mana grow exponentially. 

Suddenly, he felt the gaze of a white-haired being. It wielded a vantablack greatsword, and it's skin was crimson red. It's harrowing eyes flashed, fixated on Wyatt, before it raised it's greatsword, ready to deliver a downward strike, when-

Golden tree roots shot out from the ground. A forest of trees simultaneously sprouted, twisted together, then sent a spectralon-colored beam of light towards the gray-haired entity. There was an explosion that caused a fissure in the ground, and as the dust cleared, it revealed the white-haired entity unharmed. It had dodged the attack. 

Among the foliage, a gold-haired, gold-eyed, white-skinned man wearing a fanciful crown, adorned in complex garments and a royal-red cape emerged. A few moments later, from the portal, a dark gray-skinned being with piercing fiery red eyes emerged, wearing a tall crown, with likewise fanciful robes.

"Diederich! What business do you have here?" the gold-haired man called. He seemed ever so slightly nervous.

"I wouldn't be here if I hadn't sensed you first," the gray-skinned being answered. "I should be asking you what the f**k is going on here. I was sleeping when a portal randomly appeared in the middle of my domain."

"I see! Well in any case, you need not stay here any longer. I shall have the situation under control."

"Ah, I see now. You are surely scheming something, or why else would you be to keen to see me off? Besides, you think I hadn't noticed you rapidly preparing as if you're about to go to war? Come to think of it...you mustn't have been preparing for any war...you wanted to fight me, didn't you?! It all adds up perfectly!"

"E-Excuse me?! How did you even come to that conclusion?! Stop being unreasonable, I do not wish to fight you-"

Without warning, blasts of pure nothingness were fired at the gold-haired man, who promptly dodged it while staring at space being literally erased, wide-eyed. "YOU DAMNED HUNK OF ROTTEN FLESH," the gold-haired man roared incredulously. "This is bullsh*t! " He then proceeded to summon a pale-silver sword, before instantaneously moving in front of the gray-skinned being, who quickly summoned a pair of vantablack greatswords, and parried the attack. A legendary duel had begun. 

Above: Wyatt facing a razed city

At this point, Wyatt had long fled. He had no clue as to what was happening, or why he was glowing, but seeing the world slowly turn into ruins, he only one thought: plunder. 

While the Bloodied Void's undead army fought against the newly-arrived Solanian Imperial Army (the gold-haired man's army), destroying everything in their battle, Wyatt took the opportunity to loot anything useful. His backpack was a legendary artifact that could store up to an entire megalopolis, so Wyatt looted everything with abandon, from Warp Gates to 8K UHD 16 Gigs ram HDR Geforce RTX TI-80 Triple A duracell battery ultrapower100 Cargador Compatible phones.

Above: Wyatt as a Primordial
Monarch

When he realized he could go no further (for the world had been ruined), Wyatt realized there was a problem: where would he go, now that he destroyed his world? It wasn't as if he regretted it, in fact he liked the idea that he wouldn't need to work anymore. As if to answer this question, he suddenly stopped glowing, and he felt his strength soar. He felt his proficiency in controlling Cursed Mana improve significantly. He felt his body rejuvenate and become younger. He could feel himself evolving into a stronger being: he had become a Primordial Monarch. 

Meanwhile, the duel between the gold-haired man and the gray-skinned being had come to a stop. 

"Diederich, stop. I see what game you are playing here. If you were really serious about this fight, you would've already critically injured me. What do you actually want?"

The gray-skinned being stared, then smirked. "I see you are a smart man. Don't worry, I just want to do some good ol' CAPITALISM."

"You barbarian, why should I oblige?"

"Stop pretending you didn't come here to recruit that new Primordial Monarch."

The gold-haired man froze, and stared at the gray-skinned being, who looked amused. "You knew? So why..."

"I couldn't give two f**ks about you looking everywhere for promising recruits to join your little alliance. I also don't care about how you're planning to use this alliance to fight me if it comes down to it." To this, the gold-haired man gulped. "It's simple, I've been working on just a little something recently. Just a little hobby. And let me tell you, if it works, then..." Here, the gray-skinned being started snickering. 

Above: An Emerald Fruit.

"Anyway, I just want ten of your Solania's special Emerald Fruits."

The gold-haired man's face showed a brief moment of disdain, before sighing, then summoned ten fruits, and threw them at the gray-skinned being. He took them and left through the portal, followed by the white-haired being, who summoned back all who came from the Bloodied Void, and they all went back through the portal.

The gold-haired man sat, stumped, in the middle of the ruined, corrupted world. "This place won't last much longer," he muttered. Brushing dust from his armor, he quickly teleported to Wyatt's location.

"I see you have evolved into a Primordial Monarch! I sincerely congratulate you."

"Who-" The gold-haired man stopped him. "I know you are confused, but time is short. This world will soon collapse." He then introduced himself as Hxpno, the Golden Potato Emperor, and rushed through everything about the situation with the Primordial Monarchs. When he finished, Wyatt appeared pensive. Since I'm a new Primordial Monarch, I should definitely associate myself with a strong one so that I don't get taken advantage of, he thought. "Sure, I'll join your alliance, but my only condition is that you let me only work for 5 times a year." Hxpno considered a bit. "How about once a month?" 

"Deal."

Above: A living puppet

As the world collapsed into Void around them, they warped to Solania. Hxpno granted Wyatt a villa with a mountainous view on a remote private island, loaded with all the equipment Wyatt could possibly need for any future experiments. Initially, Wyatt focused much effort into constructing living puppets that would both serve him, and act as his proxy, but later, he honed his abilities to near-perfection. After he felt he had enough servants, he started focusing on something that he missed for most of his life thus far: lazing around.