The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

However, Armstrong decided to dub it;

"This is not working inside our mortal framework at all; this is whole and lacking nothing; but still holding opposing truths simultaneously; This is boundless, Infinite, and without limits; it is uncorrupted, quintessential, and... primordial. I see, we’ll call it Omni Class."

Though, he spoke the words slowly, deliberately, as if he was trying to convince himself of their meaning.

Quintessence, then?

Makes me remember the chaotic, primordial energy I formed from all the elements some weeks ago. The one I killed Rahab with initially.

That energy had been raw, untamed, almost alive in its intensity—a swirling vortex of everything and nothing, of creation and destruction intertwined.

It had torn through Rahab’s body like paper, reducing the ancient terror to corpse.

Maybe the name of that energy is quintessence. It made sense, in a way.

The fundamental essence of all things, the building block of existence itself, the fifth element that bound the other four together into a cohesive whole.

If that’s what I’d been wielding, then no wonder it had been so devastating.

About what the Screener showed us, it even confused me as well: It was... a vast, expansive space filled with stars, and it continued to expand, spreading out like it was slowly being zoomed out.

Weirdly shaped planets and objects in the space, galaxies unfolding, black holes in sight, strange and large creatures motionless afar—beings so massive that they made the stars look like specks of dust in comparison, their forms incomprehensible to mortal minds.

It went so far back that what remained was a vast ever-expanding darkness filled with what appeared to be drops of blood on a dark canvas.

The final image had been haunting, a reminder of something ancient and terrible that lurked at the edges of existence, something that had been there before the first star was born and would remain long after the last one died.

Nobody told me, but I dipped my hands into the Screener... You know, to get my adventurer’s ID like Heka did.

The action had seemed natural at the time, a simple follow-through after placing my palm on the surface.

It was just procedure, just the next step in becoming an official adventurer. Nothing to worry about.

Uh-oh...

"STOP! BENJAMIN, LET GO!!" Ivyrine, the most scared of all the ladies and gentlemen in the office yelled from her soul.

Her voice had cut through the atmosphere, sharp and desperate, filled with a terror that seemed disproportionate to the situation.

Her green eyes were wide, her face pale, her composure shattered completely.

Awwwn.

She looked cute and adorable shriveling up near Armstrong like that, like I should scoop her up and give her a big, warm hu—

Yikes!!

I really should listen to her and let go!

The Screener’s surface, which had been lukewarm and yielding moments before, was now cold and resistant, pulling at my hand like it didn’t want to let go.

The soft runes on its surface had shifted from their soft glow to a pulsing, angry red, and the hum had risen to a pitch.

Desiring to finish what I started, I had plunged my hand into the watery surface of the Cheval Screener to retrieve my hard won ID!

But pulling my hand out, I seem to have been bringing forth something to our world.

The sensation was wrong from the start—a cold, slimy grip that wrapped around my wrist and forearm, tugging insistently as I tried to withdraw.

The surface of the Screener had become like thick mud, clinging to my skin, resisting every effort to pull free.

There was a lot of tentacles slithering around my hand, and the tentacles were covered in haunting golden eyes that frantically twisted and turned examining everyone in the office.

The eyes were unblinking, pupil-less, filled with a terrible intelligence that made the skin crawl.

They darted from face to face, cataloguing, assessing, judging, each one moving independently of the others, creating a dizzying pattern of motion that was hypnotic.

The tentacles themselves were pale, almost translucent, with a faint iridescent sheen that caught the light in unsettling ways, their surfaces slick with a substance that glistened like oil on water.

It was ugly. Very ugly. But it terrified the hell out of everyone in the office to stiffness, and only Ivyrine managed to yell for me to put it back.

The others were frozen, their faces pale, their eyes wide with primal fear.

Even Armstrong, the battle-hardened Guild Master, seemed rooted to the spot, his hand reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there.

Eric had pressed himself against the door, his face white as parchment. Yuki’s hands were raised, ice crystals forming around her fingers but not yet launched.

Heka had dropped the treasure chest item she’d been holding, her jaw slack with disbelief.

Sophia and her twin brother were clutching each other, their earlier bravado completely evaporated.

Sadly, I had to comply.

The tentacled creature coming out was as strong as Rahab; and if I don’t get a head start and time to charge up, I honestly doubt I can defeat a serious Rahab.

Rahab had been one of the most powerful beings I’d ever seen, a literal force of nature given form.

If this creature was anywhere near that level, and if it decided to fight, I wouldn’t stand a chance in this confined space with people around.

Thankfully, it was more curious than hostile, so as I shook my hand a bit, it let go.

The tentacles released their grip slowly, reluctantly, as if they were sad to part with me.

They retreated back into the Screener’s surface, the golden eyes blinking one by one as they disappeared into the swirling depths.

We only saw 2% of its body though. I estimate it’d be one massive blob with tentacles piling up to 150 feet.

The thought was sobering. Whatever I’d almost invited, it was enormous—a leviathan from the depths of whatever realm the Screener got connected to.

For some reason, Ivyrine was very shaken and had to lie down at a corner.

Her face was ashen, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, her hand pressed against her chest as if to steady her racing heart.

I was really sorry for traumatizing her, though.

But hey, she got herself back after a few hours. Strong woman.

She’d pulled herself together with admirable resilience, returning to her duties with only a slight tremor in her hands to betray what she’d witnessed.

I unfortunately lost my "Omni Class" ID, but I wasn’t really trying to get THAT amount of attention on my person, so Armstrong did some backdoor arrangement and made me a high level Grass Class adventurer—unlike a tree class, the ID was solid, dark green.

The title was laughable given what I’d just demonstrated, but I appreciated the effort to keep my profile low.

The last thing I needed was the entire world knowing about the cosmic horror I’d almost unleashed in the Guild Master’s office.

"Why, thank you, Mr. Guild Master for plummeting my celebrity debut." I smiled and bowed theatrically, my voice dripping with exaggerated gratitude.

"Please, we cannot have anyone sniffing at your power, oh Divine Mother. We will try to accommodate you in our city before your eventual departure." Armstrong’s voice was deferential, now worshipful, and the shift in his demeanor was disturbing.

"Hold on! Why are you referring to me as ’Divine Mother?’," I recoiled and stepped back, my hands raised in a gesture of protest. "And you sound like you want me to leave the city as soon as possible!"

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