Egoism lasting for... Eternity...

Why is it always me?! I don’t want to lose myself and my personality because of other people’s mistakes! This… This is some kind of mockery!! Why am I always the one to blame?! I never asked for power or submission of everything and everyone! I… Just want to live peacefully in a peaceful environment and be happy! Unlike other Lololosheks, I seem to be the only one who somehow managed to let go of the pain of losing all my once dear friends and… Just move on? For some reason, everyone else clings to the past so strongly… But why? /The past is too important to them. They all thought that without the past they were nothing. The past is too important to them. They all thought that without the past they were nothing. They were so immersed in the swell of pain that they forgot that those moments could never be returned. Something happens to many people, and this “something” cannot be changed because it was predetermined. You ordered yourself to forget your past. I have no answer to the question of why you did it. I think you just consciously wanted to let go of the past and live in the present moment. This is the desire that others like you did not have.\ Kneeling on top of the pyramid under a huge sphere artifact that emitted small yellow lightning. Lololoshka didn’t know what to say. Jodah’s theory that this artifact could also obey him, since he was also Lo, was confirmed.       — I want to live. But… What is happening in the entire multiverse must be stopped. /Why should you do anything about it? Why do you always try to help when you appear in a new world? To whom have you sinned so? Where does so much altruism* come from in you? \       — Ha… Even the artifact asks a similar question… I… I don’t know, I can’t answer your question. /You know the answer. Or rather, you can guess.\       — You… Do you want to say that I subconsciously feel all the mistakes of others? /It wasn’t for nothing that your past self was called the “Lord of TimeIt wasn’t for nothing that your past self was called the “Lord of Time”. You feel like the original, you are for all that infinity, the first who is also like him\ Also, while I was in thought, I accidentally stumbled over one detail in my mind.       — Why do you call Interworld general director the past me? I haven’t decided yet whether to be general manager. /You have made your choice. You want to live according to your original plan. Purely theoretically, if you can understand how all those demiurges achieved their mastery over power, you will be able to live in your original plan.\       — “Power over force…” I muttered. “And what do I do with this information?”

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Thanks to the jack-pack given by Psychopomp, the first was able to descend from the top of the pyramid to its entrance. And the brown-haired man saw the Interworlder sitting on the capsule bed meditating. He felt that he had guests immediately stopped and opened his eyes.

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      — I see you’ve made up your mind? — tilting his head to the side, the Interworlder asked when Lololoshka approached the sleeping place.       — I… I have two options and I don’t like either of them, I can’t choose! — I clutched my purple mask tighter in my hands, — I want to live… This won’t happen from the first option, and I… I’m not a scoundrel, but I don’t care that my decision is selfish. And in practice, I find myself little different from you idiots who run away from responsibility by blaming all their problems on the shoulders of other versions of themselves. Okay, how could it not be that my whole life appeared because of an egoist. Demiurge, I will become the general director, I will take your place, BUT!.. Another version of me looked at me questioningly.       — And what’s the “but”, Lololoshka?       — I will not let you go to the alley of demiurges until you teach me what you know. From magic and how to control it, to other knowledge.       — Boy, isn’t that too much to ask for? — the general manager of the Organization said sarcastically, looking at me sullenly. He folded his hands onto the dark plating of his chest armor.       — But you WANT me to find the perfect branch? So that there would be no more suffering? — I said with feigned regret. I already know exactly what strings to pull and what words to say so that this stubborn man finally deigns to do what I need.       — I see you’re quite the actor… - the Interworlder shook his head. — Okay, you’ve convinced me. But keep in mind, it won’t be easy. Preparing for the role of general director, and also learning magic… Get ready for sleepless kilometers and grueling training. And don’t think that I will be lenient towards you just because you are me, only from a different branch. Lololoshka grinned, hiding his grin behind his interworld mask. — I’m not counting on any concessions. The more difficult, the more interesting. And besides, I have motivation. The Interworlder rose from his capsule bed, smoothing out the folds on his dark armor. — Then let’s get started right now, - the Interworlder said, rising from his bed. — Let’s start with the basics. Magic is not just words and gestures. It is energy flowing through you, connecting you to the entire universe. You must learn to feel this energy, control it, direct it. And remember, magic is a tool, not a goal. Don’t let it consume you. Forget everything you know about spells and rituals. The magic of the demiurges is something different. It is the control of the very fabric of reality, changing it at will. And for this, not only the power itself is needed, but also control. The magic of the demiurges is something different. It is the control of the very fabric of reality, changing it at will. And for this, not only the power itself is needed, but also control. Lololoshka nodded, listening attentively. He felt how a long-forgotten interest, a thirst for knowledge, was awakening in him. The general manager sat down on the floor in the lotus position and began to look at Lololoshka expectantly. The brown-haired man followed the example of the Interworlder, sitting down in the lotus position opposite him. He closed his eyes, trying to push away all unnecessary thoughts and concentrate on his mentorâs words. — Energy… connection with the entire universe… - the words echoed in his head. He tried to feel something, but so far he felt only emptiness.       — Don’t rush, — the Interworlder said, as if reading his thoughts. — Breathe deeply and evenly. Feel how the energy enters you with each inhalation and leaves you with each exhalation. Lololoshka followed the advice, focusing on his breathing. Gradually he began to feel a slight tingling in his fingertips, a warmth spreading throughout his body. It was a faint, barely noticeable sensation, but it was there. He began to concentrate on it, trying to strengthen it.       — Good, - said the Interworlder approvingly. — Now try to imagine that this energy is water. You can direct it like a river, create whirlpools or let it flow freely. Don’t be afraid to experiment, to make mistakes. The main thing is to feel It will take time, but with each training you will feel it better and better. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, - said the Interworlder. — Feel the air entering your lungs. Feel how it fills you with energy. Now exhale, let go of all your fears and doubts. Focus on your inner world. Imagine that you are a part of a huge universe, connected to all its particles by invisible threads of energy. Feel how this energy flows through you, filling you with strength. Lololoshka followed the instructions of the Interworlder. At first, he had difficulty concentrating, his thoughts were chaotically rushing around in his head, but gradually he began to calm down. He felt a slight tingling sensation in his fingertips, as if a weak electric spark was running through his body.       — Okay, - said the Interworlder. — Now try to direct this energy to a specific point. Imagine that you are creating a small ball of light in your palm. Focus on this image, feel the warmth of this ball. Lololoshka tried to visualize a ball of light, but he couldn’t. The energy seemed to be escaping him, unwilling to obey. He felt disappointed, but he did not give up. He kept trying, focusing on his intention again and again. Suddenly he felt a slight warmth appear in his palm. He opened his eyes and saw that a small, dim ball of yellow light had indeed appeared in his hand. It glowed faintly, but it was real. Lololoshka smiled, feeling a surge of pride and inspiration. He had taken the first step toward mastering the magic of the demiurges.       — Hmm… The right color right away? Not green? You’re great. It looks like it won’t be hard for you to learn easy abilities. It was hard for me to separate it from inexperience.       — It’s not evening yet, actually… - the guy chuckled. The interworlder laughed at the first one’s joke, clearly approving. — I told the CEO who was in front of me exactly the same thing. The interworlder stood up and, clapping his hands, dispersed the ball of light. — Okay, that’s enough. Now – theory. Understanding the principles of demiurgic magic is the key to mastering it. These are not just spells and rituals, this is a change in the very fabric of reality. You must understand how the universe works, how energies interact, how you can influence cause-and-effect relationships. Lololoshka frowned. — That sounds complicated. Where do I start?       — From the basics, of course. First, study the theory of the multiverse, the principles of its construction and functioning. Then we move on to the energies that shape reality. And finally, we will learn to manage these energies. This is a long and painstaking process, but without it you will not be able to become a CEO capable of making really important decisions. In my office you will find all the necessary literature, I left everything for you. More precisely, this is now your office. -The Interworlder chuckled, looking playfully at the future general director.       — Very funny… - the guy quipped, rolling his eyes.       — When you read all the literature, come to me. I described the theory there easily and you will understand quickly, and you yourself are a smart guy.

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The guy took the jackpack and put it back on himself. The brown-haired man slowly rose above the “floor” and with the same speed began to fly along the timeless path to the Organization’s train station. Along the way, the stormtroopers looked down at the animatronic beasts with a skint crystal instead of a head who were walking in the opposite direction. Having landed gently on the white platform, the huge train, traveling along an incredibly long circular track, immediately stopped moving in a circle. The door at the head of the train, the locomotive, immediately opened, allowing the brown-haired man to board. Upon entering, Lololoshka immediately saw the driver’s noctiru, who immediately smoothly flew up to the black-eyed man.

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      — Mr. general manager? - asked the noktir. — How did everything go for you?       — You know, Psychopomp, it’s not that bad. I thought it would be worse.       — This is wonderful. I ask you to return the aircraft. We, the conductors, are responsible to our superiors for these devices. Lololoshka nodded his head, took off the jack-pack and handed the crystal with a pair of wings to the Noctire in Psychopomp’s hands. He flew smoothly over the ground and put his wings back into the iron box.       — Psychopomp, when I need the station again, can you give me these wings again?       — Of course, general manager. Whenever you wish. Do you have any other questions for me? The guy’s face lit up. — Thank you, Psychopomp. No, not yet. Noctyr merely nodded in response. The boy took from his hip bagI kept wondering where they get these tablets from? Lo, it’s understandable in the trailer. He has an incomprehensible inventory, and the rest of the Syncletians? Therefore, I hasten to introduce! Hip bags where you can easily put your work tablet! tablet and turned it on. Having gone to the “teleportsâ” tab, he found the point he needed CEO’s Officeâ, but suddenly Noktir turned to the guy with a question why the brown-haired man had interrupted his work:       — Agent Lololoshka, Did I understand correctly that you agree to be our CEO? I just saw where you were planning to go… — Noctyr looked away, embarrassed(?).       — No… I am his successor for now. I barely made him teach me. He wanted to screw me over in all this without any knowledge!       — Oh, yeah? The current general manager is a very stubborn person. How did you manage to make him do it? - Psychopomp tilted his head with interest.       — You won’t believe it, manipulation. And the answer Noktir laughed colorfully and clapped. — Amazing! Here it is! The quality of a true CEO! Lololoshka looked questioningly at Noktir. — Do you think that manipulation is a quality of a real general director?       — Not manipulation. But the ability to adapt to any situation and interlocutors with maximum benefit for yourself. - Noktir corrected the guy.       — I didn’t even think about such a point of view… — The brown-haired man thought about it. Lololoshka sighed, realizing that ahead of him lay many sleepless kilometers spent studying ancient treatises and complex theories. Okay, Psychopomp, I’m going to go, I have tons of theory and books waiting for me.       — Of course, general manager. Good luck with your studies. The guy nodded gratefully and again transferred to the tablet in his hands and finally pressed the teleportation point he needed. Appearing in the office, Lololoshka looked around. The room was furnished strictly and functionally, without any hints of personal preferences. Along the walls there were shelves filled with books and scrolls published in different languages and in different eras. There was a large desk against the wall of the room, covered with papers and... Lololoshka approached the desk and noticed that there were shelves there. Pulling the shelf towards himself, the guy noticed a lot of books and also scrolls, he had no choice but to start carefully studying the titles of the books. And there were works on the history of the multiverse, treatises on energy theory, research on the principles of cause and effect, and much more. Without thinking twice, the boy picked up the first volume he came across and opened it. The book was written in an ancient language, but Lololoshka, to his surprise, was able to understand it. Sitting down in a comfortable chair that was in front of the table, he began to read, immersing himself in the world of complex theories and confusing concepts. It took Lololoshka a few distances to stop reading, amazed at the amount of information he had to absorb. But he did not give up. He continued reading, gradually mastering the basics of demiurgic magic. With each new page, he increasingly understood how complex and multifaceted the world in which he lives is. The Interworlder, watching from afar, smiled. He saw in Lololoshka the potential to change the fate of the multiverse. He understood that the guy's path to the power of the demiurge would not be easy, but he believed that Lololoshka would cope. After all, he is himself, only from another branch of reality. And if he could become a CEO, then so can Lololoshka. Lololoshka put the book down, feeling a slight headache from the excess of information. He didn't know how many time distances had passed in the Synclite, but judging by how stiff his body was, he had been sitting for quite a long time, so absorbed was he in reading. The guy realized that he needed to take a break to rest a little and digest the knowledge he had gained. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the window, which overlooked the endless white expanses of timelessness. Lololoshka thought about what might await him in the future, but the guy decided not to think so globally, and besides, in timelessness there is no past, present or future. " (Come on, calm yourself down...) " the guys conscience flashed through his head, but he decided not to cling to this thought. Lololoshka took a deep breath, trying to drive away his fatigue. He understood that one book would not be enough. A whole library of knowledge awaited him. But something inside him burned with the desire to learn, to discover, to comprehend. It was not just curiosity, but rather an inner need, as if fate itself was pushing him along this path. He returned to the table, intending to choose the next book, when he was suddenly distracted by a message from his tablet. Having pulled the above-mentioned device out of his hip bag, Lololoshka looked into the messages in the chats, and with horror saw a message from Maletsky and Laia asking "where is he?". As it turned out, he sat in the office for 5 kilometers! He sat here for so long at a distance?! The Demiurge realized with fright that he had nothing to say. Maletsky... For example, he didn't exactly promise to reveal the identity of the chief director, but... What should he say? And what about Ollie and Sderic? Yes, they were just discussing his new foray to the CEO, and... What should he tell him?! "Sorry friends, didn't find out anything?" for such a number of distances? Can we say that I decided to agree in order to better understand this whole swamp? Like, when I explain something, I'll let you know? Hmm... They'll believe it for the first ten and maximum twenty kilometers, but what can I say after that? Okay, we'll solve problems as they arise.       — What have I gotten myself into... - the brown-haired man groaned in agony.