Villain of my own novel

The feeling of overwhelming omnipotence, omnipresence, and omniscience that I felt when I was the Eye returned.

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(AN: Omniscient POV)

Ronald Glover and Avery Glover sat completely stunned with a stuttering idiot in front of them. The man in front of them was stuttering, "STUTTERING," to introduce himself; he, who was speaking perfectly fine just a second ago was now stuttering! He just had to say his name, but the feeling they got when they stared at his eyes was that of confusion. The man in front of them was confused about his own name!

They frowned inwardly when they noticed the man in front of them looking around dazed, and suddenly his entire body turned pitch-black, including the insides of his body, his head arched back, and his mouth opened wide, showing off his black-coloured tongue, fang-like teeth, gums, and throat.

And soon, as if a black coloured ink droplets were dropped into his eyes from the corners, his white sclera became dyed pitch-black, irises were still bright orange, but the vertical black pupils in them began to turn and glow bright golden.

The black-coloured ominous flame that was lit on the edges of his hair soon spread all over it, but soon died down as a black halo-like crown materialised and floated above his black coloured hair with a golden glow glowing behind his back. Ronald and Avery stared at him and felt something divine, an indescribable feeling that made their senses shudder in fear yet made them respect him from the bottom of their entire beings.

While they trembled and admired him.

[Trait: Creator's Domain activated.]

[Private Skill: Control activated.]

[Private Skill: Author??? activated.]

[?@#£&@?#()@!@?#?@(#?£;#-* activated.]

[?@#£&@?#()@!@?#?@(#?£;#-* is directing the 'forces' to easily merge with the user, ?????]

[Pa. I. Guide. Focus. Easy.]

Eunomia sent a message to him through the system, though she knew he wouldn't be able to know about any of it at this moment. Still, it is always better to have someone believe in you, as it gives hope and a strength that nothing could ever equal.

Private Skill meant that something that belonged to him and only him, Eunomia was basically helping him use those skills behind the scenes with the system, since his body was still not strong enough to wield them, and it still isn't, but because of his self-doubt he awakened the full power of his trait "Creator's domain" which wasn't exactly the first time the trait started to release its full power.

It did once when he was in front of Nhifrogr, The Golden Dragon, in the rank-SS dungeon; that time he was questioning himself, but it was about something else entirely, which was the reason it couldn't activate properly, and then it activated again when he got the "Control" skill and the "Author???" skill; none of it just simply appeared out of nowhere and he was lucky enough to find them; it was his creator's domain that did all that, and now they were starting to truly become his; if he succeeds in it, he would be able to use them even without the help of the system, which is the same as getting them engraved onto his soul.

Now, "The Order," "Creator's Domain," "Author???" and "Control"—all of these powers were being engraved on his soul. Though I still have yet to figure out why he always gets so powerful!

While all of these were happening outwardly, inwardly he was.... floating somewhere in the blinding white space. He was feeling like a baby in his mother's womb. As comfortable and protected as he felt, he also felt very puzzled by the sudden turn in the situation. He, who was planning on acting totally like a villain who would explain all of his plan before killing off his victims (?) was now stuck in a space, which felt uncomfortably too comfortable, so comfortable that he just wanted to stay there, if only he didn't have his extraordinarily large ego, that wouldn't sit still in any kind of situation.

He either wants to destroy something or delude himself into a funny visual scenario his mind creates.

'It sure is very comfy here, but....'

"....It's boring." He mumbled and began to wiggle around, before his new "understanding" about "the order" started to resurface in his mind, and now he "thought" of walking, and then he started to walk on nothingness in the pure blinding white space.

A few (???) later.

"How long am I going to be here?" He questioned himself while continuing to walk on nothingness.

Then, from his habits while he was "The Eye" resurfaced and he began to count seconds. After a few millions were done, he was astonished because, even though he knew that many seconds had really passed, he felt like he had counted them before even a single second had passed. As confusing as it sounded, his thoughts were true: in that blinding white space, even though the time was passing at an extremely fast rate, it was also passing extremely slowly, and at the same time, it wasn't even passing.

"This time, I won't stay still." He mumbled as he remembered how he wasted all of the time he had for himself when he was 'the Eye,' and a strange pain began to cruise through his entire body, though it was at a level where he could feel that he was in pain, but not yet at a level where he would groan.

He then "thought" of fighting himself, and a man, exactly like how he was now, materialised in front of him out of nowhere, and he too stood on nothingness with an ominously charming grin on his face.

"I'm getting quite annoyed by that smirk on your face." He pointed at the other face, which was a mirror image of his, and thought of stopping the facial expressions on that face, but to his surprise, instead of becoming expressionless, the smirk on the other's face widened before he rushed towards him.

That happened because he didn't exactly "will" it; he just simply thought it would stop, and before he could contemplate on it anymore deeply, the other him appeared in front of him and punched him. He raised his hand to block that punch, thinking, 'I can easily stop your sloppy acts,' but not too surprisingly.

BAM

As soon as he stopped the other's punch, the other, knee kicked his side. He flew to the side, held his side, and stared at the other with a wide grin.

"I guess, I really am fighting myself." He mumbled with a wide grin on his face.

After another (???) passed.

'Fighting against someone unpredictable is harder than I thought (?)' He thought while continuously defending most of the blows and attacking with every gap he could find.

"I won!" He yelled at his victory, then abruptly he thought, 'if we were both the same, who won? Who am I? Am I the doppelganger? Or am I....me?'

He was back at the beginning, where he was contemplating who he was, and he then went back to think of all the names he had in all of his lives and pondered on all of them.

He then began to realise that a name had a lot to do with defining someone for what they were; it was the same feeling he had when he was "The Eye," which was also the "name" he had given himself when he understood that a name "could" define someone.

He definitely didn't want a new name now because he already had one for himself, but he still didn't know who he was, all while knowing who he was. And if you have noticed, I haven't mentioned his name quite yet, since he himself has yet to realise who he exactly is.

"I....I am...." He couldn't handle the amount of stress his own question was causing him, so he called upon another doppelganger, two of them at that, and they beat the sh*t out of him.