Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Owwowuz.

(A/N: Don't bother trying to pronounce it.)

It was a world like any other from the outside, if only a little larger. Its canvas and foundation were one of the more intriguing ones, though. Trees as tall as most small worlds rose from below a thick clump of clouds below to touch the lime green sky. They came in many different colours, making Owwowuz look like it was packed with billions of erect rainbows. The colours looked rather… festive.

"Festive morning, Laa?"

"Festive morning to you too, Baa!"

Laa and Baa tipped their hats as they flew from their lavish homes, each attached to the massive trunk of a colourful tree.

The Maddeuwkah were large, jolly birds of extremely varied types, the inhabitants of Owwowuz. They often dressed in sharp formal – suit, tie, hat and fashionable anklet – which to them best embodied their core belief.

Being good is worth dressing fancy for.

And indeed, they were good creatures. Born good, lived good, died good.

…That is as long as they didn't touch the forbidden zones.

Indeed, between some of the trees, broad, winding white stone roads snaked through, glistening as though pure. But the Maddeuwkah knew that this was a ruse. They were born knowing the bare truth. If they ever touched the white stone, they would turn evil – dreadful, uncaring, impure and hysterical.

Only one bird had ever disregarded the command to steer clear of the white stone, and to no one's surprise, she had turned dark, brooding and vengeful, preaching nonsense about the coming of an absolute being before she was moved.

Since then, while moving about with their lives, no Maddeuwkah dared disobey their instinct to avoid the white stone.

…But outsiders had no care for that.

BOOM!

Two figures fell from the sky like comets onto the white stone with such force that thousands of trees, along with the houses latched to their trunks, were violently blown away. The Maddeuwkah were beyond shocked. Those of them that didn't die instantly, shrieked, alerted others and helped each other retreat.

"Flee! That dreadful Wkah must have returned!"

"EEEEK! It's on the white stone! Evil is upon us! Grab the children!"

"Get away! Look away!"

A thick clump of dust had flown up just as the amalgam and Fulgardt landed. To both their mild surprise, however, the stone didn't crumble. It remained firm, bearing the force of their fall.

But this was barely a momentary distraction. Fulgardt immediately punched Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn straight into the trees kilometers away. The new Null Lifeform went spinning, ripping through trees and Maddeuwkah alike.

'Dammit!' he thought just when he managed to stop himself and wipe the blood of the creatures he'd crushed from his body. Even in this form, his hand shook as he looked at the stains on it. 'DAMMIT!'

He glared at Fulgardt who remained on the white stone, grinning. His eyes beckoned him. They challenged him.

Before accepting the challenge, however, Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn swiped the air with one of his hands and forced all the Maddeuwkah in the vicinity to warp further away to safety.

Fulgardt gave a mocking laugh at the gesture which the amalgam responded to with a scowl.

'Keep smirking while you still can,' thought Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn.

As he set in motion so many plans in the back of his mind, he would show Fulgardt what he was capable of in this form.

Tiny strands of Ju`wtte latched onto his entire figure, drawing from the colourful cloudy robes he was wearing, and in an inconspicuous flash, he had zoomed right in front of Fulgardt. The Immoral was only mildly surprised.

"You've gotten faster," he remarked as his hand rose to clash with the amalgam's.

But that wasn't all.

Ju`wtte sprang from the amalgam's nimbus and snaked towards Fulgardt's face, but when he dodged, one of the new Weaver's hands sprang up in his face and expelled a thick, grey cloud-like smoke!

…!

Fulgardt drew back, but found that the cloud followed him. It obscured his vision, his voice, his hearing and his extraneous senses terribly.

The [Entropy's Suppressing Fog]!

Recognizing what Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn intended to do next…

Crude World Projection X Crude World Injection!

The Immoral expelled his Projection to view the surroundings for him while using an Injection to pilot his body. He just barely managed to avoid the barrage of blows the amalgam had been sending his way. But he found that his opponent was on to something else. His colourful cloud robe was spewing out a layer of thin haze in a wide radius around him. When the haze encompassed Fulgardt too, the amalgam's movements changed.

But of course, they did.

The [Entropy's Acclimating Haze] allowed him to immediately read complex physical motions and counter them.

That was how the amalgam managed to swat up Fulgardt's incoming right fist, avoid the high knee he'd sent to crash into his (the amalgam's) chest, and send his glowing staff of numbers stabbing into the Immoral's chest!

The staff was suddenly coated in puce and turquoise right before it blasted into Fulgardt and the Immoral groaned.

'That blow just now…' Fulgardt thought, wary.

But the staff spun in the amalgam's two hands and struck twice, then thrice.

The amalgam then drew back especially quickly – thin threads of Ju`wtte lining his figure – scooped up a bit of the colourful cloud he was adorning and inhaled it through the nostrils.

Even Fulgardt sensed that Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn suddenly became… denser, afterwards. The air around him warped, incapable of comprehending his suddenly swollen mass and physical attributes.

That was [Entropy's Berserk Smoke], a new application of the nimbus that multiplied the power of the amalgam's Physiques by 100, but only for 5 seconds.

Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn didn't waste that time.

Instinct told Fulgardt that something big was coming, and his expanded a ring of [Just Light] just like before.

…But that didn't stop the amalgam from putting his hands on him.

Casting his staff in the air, Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn sent seven [False Ticklers] at Fulgardt. While the Immoral dealt with those, the amalgam landed a staggering number of blows on Fulgardt's face and torso with all four hands.

Each blew out a chunk of the Immoral's flesh, but Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn wasn't satisfied with just that. His staff, floating in the air, sent a shuttle of raw Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz at the Immoral which immediately disrupted the move the Immoral was about to take to escape the predicament.

Weaver of the Right Festos Dawn finished the gruesome combo with an uppercut that sent Fulgardt flying through the colourful layers of trees.

…But even after such a triumphant campaign, the amalgam didn't feel any happier.

There were six more Fulgardts for him to deal with in exchange for his mutilation of the one just now.

Limitless Paradox X Delight's Pursuit.

All of the Immorals were grinning at him while cracking their knuckles.

How Fulgardt could even make something like this happen was beyond the amalgam still.

"I told you. Nothing's changed, brat," all six Immorals said.

The new Weaver cursed.

'Go faster!' he told himself while readying himself for another gruesome fight. 'I need that Focused Null Life Ota!'

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[Author's Note]

Don't worry. I'll show all of Fulgardt's Seeds (pause) and their properties.