The hivemind is conquering for me? Chapter 892: Chaos Made Reality

Rhapso was awed. She was witnessing sublime made manifest. So beautiful it was actually scary to look at.

She wasn’t exactly sure what it was she was looking at either. A large golden box, roughly a sixth the size of Apollo’s Mindspace. The box was detailed and engraved in such ways that they didn’t even make sense to her. The patterns, the decorations. She saw them one moment, but as she moved on to observe the next part, she forgot just what they looked like. All she knew was that it was beyond her.

Unfathomable.

It was starting to madden her. She wanted to understand. She wanted to remember what it was. What it looked like. She wanted to remember what her god had shown her, but everytime she closed her eyes to try and forcibly remember it, it escaped her. She could still see it, still imagine it, but she couldn’t describe it.

She began to hyperventilate, her emotions becoming turbulent within the void. She could feel her sanity slipping, but a voice suddenly called out to her.

"Rhapso!"

Her eyes were torn away from the... And turned to Apollo. She was still telepathically connected to him. He saw all of that, felt all of that...

She began to blush. She almost became undone by witnessing...

"Go back to your Mindspace and wake up."

...

After I said that, Rhapso left without hesitation and I severed the telepathic connection. I then turned to the golden barrier and raised an eyebrow. I didn’t expect it to cause eldritch dread from just a glance. No one else has had that reaction after all.

Honestly it was kind of scary. Rhapso almost lost herself there for a second. However the barrier just let another thing slip and enter my memory and I couldn’t help giggle.

"Heh. Being an eldritch horror sounds kind of fun... Shame I’m still attached to looking humanoid."

Sol then appeared next to me and looked towards the barrier also. " I think the universe was defending itself, Apollo. Nymphs are connected to the universe in a way you aren’t after all. But I wouldn’t look too much into this for now. Just go back to real space before you suffocate." She then pecked me on the cheek before turning into an orb of fire and making her way back to the origin.

" Wait, did you say Suffocate?"

...

Before opening my eyes, I felt an obstruction in my mouth and something covering my mouth. Opening my eyes, Rhapso was glued to my body, practically, no, actively dry humping me.

*Bonk*

"Ahhh!"

As Rhapso fell off me and assumed a foetal position and began to cradle herself.

As she did so, I sat upright before turning to the Stick that began to shake violently in my hand. I could feel its intent. It wanted to engulf me with its fire for some reason.

...

Another one...

The stick lamented that its master was too perfect and as a result, the horny was drawn to him. It allowed its master to choose when to succumb to its temptations as the master has shown restraint all his life.

Now was the perfect example. The stick did not have to forcibly remove itself from the master’s Mindspace to attack the new cursed one. The one made of antithesis.

The one known as Orchid was bad. For decades, long before it was what it was now, it had been vigilant. Bonking away. Doing its work. Keeping the master safe and while the Orchid is still a threat and will burn in its cleansing flame when needed, it was not as bad now.

This... Thing however...

It was sick.

Sick with the pestilence.

Sick with the corruption.

It oozed it.

It coveted the master in a new way. A way it did not understand, yet. That made it dangerous.

The Stick wanted to destroy it. Purge it before it becomes a threat, but the master would not allow that.

The master, while perfect, was a Psionic being.

Chaos made reality.

The master’s decisions were not orderly. They made no sense to the stick at times.

But that was fine.

The stick was the master’s tool. Only the master’s tool. It does as the master dictates.

That was the purpose above all others.

Never again shall it act without permission.

So the stick compromised. It shook its body much like the sword does. Only it did its best to convey caution to the master. Be careful of the sickness known as horny in this thing before it.

The master then gave it a slight nod. Its message must have gotten through. Only the master could converse with antithesis. The master was the master after all.

The stick then felt the pull of the Masters Mindspace and complied. It began to absorb as much Psionic energy as it could to build the blackhole barrier to keep the master’s existence safe while it was inside.

It then became still once more. Its task complete. It floated idly in the void, awaiting its next fulfilment of purpose.

...

I frowned as I felt the weight of the stick return to my Mindspace. That was strange. It was like the stick was talking to me. Trying to relay caution. It wasn’t clear, but judging from Sol’s observations of it, the stick was constantly getting stronger.

I needed to talk to Jewel about this, as she knew more about Anti Psionics than I did. She could create life from it after all.

I then sat back, allowing Sithrik to snuggle up next to me as I proceeded to brush my hand up and down her hip while waiting for Rhapso to recover. It didn’t take long, only a couple of minutes and she was back on her knees before me.

True to my words the last time I bonked her. All was forgiven, so I didn’t even bring it up and asked, "So, thoughts on my Mindspace? As I said, pretty barren huh? Nothing like yours."

Rhapso just proceeded to blink at me like I said something stupid, but was too polite to say so. "What?"

"A-Apollo... You Mindspace was chaos!" Rhapso declared.

"Chaos?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "It feels pretty orderly to me."

"..."

Rhapso proceeded to open and close her mouth a few times. Her tongue tied for words before composing herself.

"Apollo. Bondage is already unheard of. I had gotten over the fact you perform the dangerous act of keeping living entities within your own mind. But it’s not just that. You have Whatever Sol is. Your beautiful origin that is much bigger than should be expected for your current age and body Also, whatever your *Gag* Stick is, creating an Anti Psionic void within your Mindspace! Anti Psionics in your Mindspace and you aren’t being actively torn asunder. My God..."

"Hey! No taking my name in vain!" I quipped with a chuckle. But Rhapso’s eyes went wide and figuratively slammed her head through the floor.

"Forgive me!"

I rolled my eyes, I forgot for a second how seriously she took this. " All good. Carry on."

"And then there was that thing..." Rhapso paused. Her eyes began darting back and forth, her face growing concerned. "That glorious thing I cannot remember. It was sublime! It was perfect. It was Godly. Apollo. You might not currently have the foundation for your domain, but your Mindspace is not normal by any meaning of the word. It is definitely not barren either. Honestly, I don’t know what to make of it all. Apollo, what was that thing? Do all of the gods have that?"

I found my mouth frozen shut. I had been able to get the loophole of past life stuff to them before by claiming to be one of their gods, but this? The universe seriously did not want me blabbing about my past life memory storage... Or at least that is what I assumed it to be. There could be something else behind it for all I know?

As a result, I just found myself staring at Rhapso for a few moments until she nodded her head in understanding. "Sorry. I got excited. And sorry for the *ahem* sexual aggression. I will strive to do better in your name."

I let out a sigh as I got permission to speak again. "Thank you for understanding. I cannot discuss ’That’ with you or anyone. Now as for your sexual aggression? You got bonked, so remember what I said last time? Let it go. You suffered the penalty."

I then briefly turned to Sithrik. " Speaking of the stick though, I am surprised you haven’t pushed my buttons more since getting this body. You have been very good. Trust me, when we get off this rock, you are being rewarded for such good behaviour."

Sithrik simply smiled and slithered closer to me. "I am a good concubine and I respect your wishes as a good concubine should. Now I don’t deserve a reward for such behaviour, but I will be more than pleased to receive it." Sithrik then stuck out her tongue and licked my cheek. Before slinking back slightly.

I found myself smirking from the lick. Serpent tongues were something I liked quite a bit, not much as hooves, but close.

Bonking my Mind, I turned to Rhapso who was looking a little jealous and got back to it. "Now, let’s roll back for a moment. Did you just say something about a foundation for a domain?"