Streamer in the Omniverse

Information after returning.

Quick note: I just got back from my trip a few hours ago, which explains the lack of chapters. Sorry for not letting you know.

Finally back in Terraria!

If anyone wants to support me or just read 3 to 7 chapters ahead, that’s possible on my (P)(A)(T). If not, I still appreciate you reading my stories! Thank you so much!

That said, have a good night and happy reading!

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Blood and rot. Two smells I was accustomed to, yet I still couldn’t help but frown every time I sensed them. Especially when they were combined. That combination never meant anything good...

I looked around. It took only a moment to realize the scent was coming from the rain falling in the distance. It was as if everything around me was cloaked in dark clouds, with lightning snaking through them, flashing a bright yellow.

The Angel Greaves appeared on my legs in an instant. I kicked off the ground, and the kinetic energy was absorbed by the Shadowflame. Once I reached about five hundred meters in the air, I used the Greaves' ability to stay upright and looked around again. The altitude gave me a better view of what was happening.

... Everything around Terraria, the kingdom, was covered by storm clouds. A perfect circle, an invisible barrier that kept the clouds at bay.

“Alalia?... No.” I murmured. It wasn’t the Dryad. The mana in the air wasn’t hers, even though it felt somewhat familiar. “A kingdom matrix, probably. She must be powering it... What’s going on here?...”

A month. That was how long I had been away. And it seems that was long enough for everything to start falling apart!

(“The rain carries the scent of death.”) Ozma’s voice echoed in my mind. (“It’s subtle. I don’t think I’d have noticed it without your senses.”)

Jinn’s voice followed: (“Ozma’s right. Blood and rot. Any idea what it could be? It doesn’t seem natural.”) She sounded more curious than worried.

“No, it doesn’t... but maybe it is.” My thoughts wandered. I looked up. It was daytime, but everything beyond the sky above the kingdom was obscured by dark clouds. “I know of a phenomenon in Terraria that causes blood rain. It’s not something I expected to see happen...”

... At least not this soon.

I stared into the storm. It felt as if something was watching me from the darkness, even though there was nothing there. I squinted when I saw one of the lightning bolts flash crimson in the distance, briefly illuminating the dark in red. A chill ran down my spine.

I deactivated the gravity magic pressing against my body and descended back to the ground. If something happened, I couldn’t afford to be restricted. I glanced into the distance for another second before turning and heading toward the kingdom.

“The sky turns red when the Blood Moon hangs above the clouds...” I whispered. The rain wasn’t water, and the rivers ran with blood.

At least, I hoped it was the Blood Moon. The stench of rot reminded me far too much of something else, something I hadn’t ‘seen’ since Jille. But between those two options—both the Blood Moon and the Crimson were preferable to the third... I’ll need to move the Anti-Foreigner rune application to the top of my list.

... That gaze felt malevolent.

A small dark cloud drifted across my vision. The thunder it produced morphed into letters, forming a message. The edges of the message glowed red.

[AdvocateOfGenderEquality]

Not exactly a menacing name, huh... Care to drop an explanation for us mere viewers without The Streamer’s knowledge? I don’t know about the others, but I’d appreciate it.

“It’s a phenomenon that happens in Terraria. I’m not entirely sure why or how it occurs, but it makes the fauna—and probably the flora—more aggressive.” I offered a brief explanation. Saying they became ‘more aggressive’ was putting it mildly...

I walked calmly, taking time to analyze the surroundings and feel the mana in the air. Terraria had purer mana than Remnant by a significant margin, but also much denser. The closest comparison would be breathing the thin air atop a high mountain versus breathing sea-level air.

I had already adapted to breathing atop that ‘mountain,’ but breathing at ‘sea level’ was much more pleasant. I felt freer, less constrained. The world seemed more alive; everything around me appeared more vibrant.

“Jinn, Ozma, how are you feeling? Any discomfort?” I asked.

Ozma was the first to respond: (“None. I don’t feel much different from yesterday.”)

Jinn answered next: (“If Terraria doesn’t like foreign beings, either the world hasn’t noticed us, or it gave us a free pass.”) She paused. (“At least while we’re here. I’m not sure if that would change if I returned to my body. Something to test later?”)

“Better not risk it, at least for now...” I shook my head. My voice trailed off as I exited the forest and had a clear view of the kingdom. “... That’s a lot of people.”

All the areas surrounding Terraria were swarmed with people. Not just those trying to enter, but many camped outside the walls, using makeshift tents or caravans and wagons as homes. They appeared to be searching for something.

It was as if a small city had sprung up around the kingdom.

... This storm isn’t just happening nearby, is it?

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POV: Robyn Jheut

It happened suddenly. One moment, Melissa, Selina, and I were chatting in one of Oakwood Manor’s lounges, taking a much-needed break, and then the atmosphere shifted. For some reason, everything changed.

It felt like a weight I hadn’t even realized existed had been lifted off my shoulders. A relieved sigh escaped my lips. It was as if my limbs had been shackled until that moment, and suddenly, they were free.

My body relaxed. I felt an overwhelming urge to lie down and sleep. The presence that had seemed to watch me from afar—something I’d attributed to paranoia or PTSD thanks to that cursed deer—seemed to shift its attention to something more important, as if I were insignificant by comparison.

And I was okay with being insignificant. Peace was nice...

I didn’t know if Selina or Melissa had felt something similar; I hadn’t been paying attention. As soon as it happened, I stood abruptly, nearly spilling the tea in front of me. That was when Dylan opened the door, accompanied by my father. The two of them had likely come to speak with one—or all—of us before it happened.

“Did you feel that?” Dylan spoke first. His voice was hurried but not urgent. In fact, he almost sounded relieved.

“So I’m not crazy...” Selina nodded. “Yeah. What the hell was that? Dryad magic? Some kind of concentrated Purification Powder? I swear, if my tea was drugged...”

“No.” Dylan replied.

“No.” I confirmed, adding, “This was... different. Dylan, what time is it?”

I saw my father’s eyes widen before he snapped his fingers. “I knew I was forgetting something. It’s today, isn’t it?”

“It’s been a month,” Dylan confirmed. “Whatever that was, Devas must be involved... Let’s go.”

He turned, and I wasted no time following, my two tails swaying behind me. My old man walked alongside Dylan, while Selina and Melissa trailed just behind.

“Where to?” Melissa asked, keeping pace. “WinterHord? Devas teleported there, didn’t he? We’ll need at least two or three—”

“No.” Dylan interrupted her. “We’re heading to the clearing where Devas usually stays. Just a hunch, but I think he’ll be there... If he’s not already at the gates. I told the guards not to stop him if they saw him, but better to make sure...”

We didn’t take long to leave Oakwood Manor. We ran into Darnell on the way, waiting outside the gates like he was about to enter the property.

“Is it urgent? I’m not fully armed,” he asked.

“No,” Melissa answered, shaking her head. “Or at least Dylan doesn’t think so. It’s Devas.”

“The earring?” Darnell asked as he started walking with us. I shook my head.

“Still normal. Whatever it is, it’s not dangerous.” The Angler Earring was tucked in the back pocket of my pants. I refused to wear the ugly thing on my ear—it was hideous.

Since we’d returned to the kingdom, the earring had been inert. The storm didn’t seem to activate it, nor did Alalia, for some reason. My father had explained that he and Simon had configured the earring to ignore most, if not all, sentient races, enabling this setting when we returned so it wouldn’t vibrate constantly.

It took us several minutes to reach the gates—the kingdom was overcrowded. We wouldn’t have taken even half that time if we could’ve used the Humvee, but with so many people in the streets, it was impossible.

When we were about fifty meters from the gates, Selina's glasses, which she wore on her forehead, cracked. We all stopped at the sound. She quickly tore the glasses off and inspected them for a moment, her practiced ease revealing how accustomed she was to such occurrences.

“What happened?” Dylan asked, looking at Selina.@@@@

“I forgot to turn off the glasses. The sensor was overloaded. The mana analysis and visualization matrix couldn’t handle it and collapsed, which caused the glass to crack.” She licked her lips before turning her gaze toward the gates.

“Couldn’t handle it?” I asked.

She nodded. “What happens if you stare directly at the sun for a moment?”

[...]

Dylan led us as we entered the mansion. The group split into two, with Melissa and Darnell heading in another direction. Whether they liked it or not, those two weren’t part of our group — something they were aware of. They chose to give us privacy, with Melissa pulling Darnell away.

After a brief walk, we entered what appeared to be a workshop. Shelves filled with books lined the room, alongside two worktables with slightly disorganized papers on top. A larger table surrounded by chairs stood at the center, accompanied by two cauldrons for ink-making (the smell gave it away). On the walls, various mystical symbols drew attention, and on the floor, beneath the central table, a matrix stood out in the middle of the room.

“Your workshop?” I asked Dylan.

“It was. Selina kind of took over part of it.” He nodded toward his ‘cousin,’ who stuck out her tongue in response. Dylan turned to leave. “I’ll ask one of the maids to prepare something for us to eat. Just a second.”

I stopped him.

“No need, I’ll handle it.” I snapped my fingers, making a large meal appear on the main table. Various dishes, utensils, glasses, and drinks appeared, pulled from my inventory.

They were ready-made meals, randomly taken from the VoidBag, still hot thanks to the pseudo-absence of time within the inventory.

“Always convenient, as usual. I still can’t figure out how you use your Travel Space like that.” Gilbert wasted no time sitting down. Robyn pinched the bridge of her nose at her father’s actions but followed him, shaking her head. She sat beside him, one of her tails swaying behind her while the other coiled around her waist.

The one around her waist was the real tail. The one swaying was the plug.

“Practical, mostly,” I replied, sitting across from Gilbert. Dylan took the seat to my right, while Selina chose the spot next to Robyn, who sat to Gilbert’s left. “Do we eat or talk?”

“Why not both?” Selina suggested, inspecting the table with particular interest in the soda bottles. “I can’t read anything on these labels... Is there alcohol in them?”

“Do you think I’m an idiot?”

She shrugged and grabbed one of the drinks at random.

“Doesn’t hurt to try. So... where were you all month?” she asked. “We couldn’t contact you through the EchoMirror.”

Everyone’s attention turned to me, especially Dylan’s. He still hadn’t touched the food and seemed deep in thought. I drummed my fingers on the light wood of the table, thinking.

"It's something you can't tell us?" Dylan asked.

"I can... I'm just thinking about how. It's complicated, to say the least." I sighed. I could show them the stream on my phone, even though I couldn't invite them. Explaining it would be confusing. "Before that, this storm. What do you know about it?"

Everyone's faces grew serious. I noticed Robyn's muscles tense, her fear showing. Selina and Gilbert didn't look much better. Dylan was the least affected, but his eyes began to glow faintly blue, his mana concentrating there.

"Not much. It started just under a month ago, about five days after you left... But there's something off about it," Dylan briefly explained, then asked, "Did you see the lightning?"

"Which one? The red ones?"

"So, you saw them..." He muttered to himself. "They don't behave normally. They twist like snakes, almost alive. The storm feels sentient, and the red light makes it seem like blood is raining. Not to mention the feeling under the clouds... It's sickening."

"It's unnerving," Robyn added. "It's like being back in WinterHord, like something is watching you from the shadows, but without the whispers. Just deadly silence, broken only by the sound of rain."

"It's not natural," Selina pointed her fork at Dylan. "He and I researched a lot. We found phenomena somewhat similar, but nothing close to this."

Gilbert chimed in: "The sea's restless too." He took a sip of soda, staring at the glass in mild surprise before continuing. "We stopped at Blue Harbor before returning. Simon said it's best to stay away from the coast."

I took a moment to process the information. It didn’t take long to organize my thoughts, and I asked, "The smell. Did you catch the smell?"

Their looks were answer enough. The four exchanged confused glances before turning back to me. Dylan became the group's spokesman.

"We didn't leave the Humvee once the rain started. I kept the car's defenses at maximum until we returned to the kingdom. I didn’t want to take any risks." His eyes glowed blue, his voice serious. After a moment, he asked, "What smell are you talking about?"

"Blood and rot."

Dylan's brow furrowed.

"I didn’t smell anything," Robyn shook her head.

"Neither did I," Selina added.

Gilbert seemed thoughtful, as did Dylan.

"The farm..." the guide commented to the merchant, who nodded. I saw Robyn and Selina's eyes widen slightly, as if they had remembered something.

"The farm..." Gilbert repeated before turning to me. I didn’t have to ask what they were talking about; the old merchant began explaining: "When we were coming back, I talked to Simon. He said his son, Gallius, noticed some strange things happening..."

He hesitated, licking his lips and closing his eyes while massaging his eyelids for some reason.

"What's up with this farm?" I asked.

"The right question is, what isn't up with it." Robyn’s real tail, coiled around her waist, shifted. She grabbed it and began stroking it gently. "There wasn’t any life besides plants. Animals and farmers, they all disappeared overnight. None of the neighboring farms heard a single noise."

Ozma and Jinn remained silent, listening without comment. No messages from the (CHAT) appeared in my vision; likely, the stream deemed them unnecessary given the gravity of the discussion.

"Goblins?" I asked. It would make sense. Robyn had said they disappeared, not that they were dead.

Dylan shook his head.

"I thought about that, but I don't think so... What do you know about blood tracks?"

"That it usually takes two people for them to form." I shot back. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"...There was no one on that farm... But their tracks were there. Dozens upon dozens of bloody footprints, from both animals and Terrarians, leading into a silent forest. No sound at all, not even from insects."

I paused, thinking. The description was eerie. I could picture the scene, but what bothered me most was the forest. The absence of noise could only be explained by two reasons: either everything was dead, or everything was hiding from a larger predator.

"...That doesn't ring any bells." I shook my head. "The forest... Did the fisherman's son check it out?" I wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't, but I still asked.

"He did." Gilbert replied, surprising me. "Gallius went into the forest. From what Simon told me, he didn’t find any animals. No life besides plants, just bloody footprints and silence... And a corpse."

His hesitation said it all. Gilbert swallowed hard before massaging his eyelids.

"The corpse was green, as if it had been rotting for weeks, but it was the farmer who had been alive just a day before...” He hesitated again, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. Robyn placed a hand on her father’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.

"Just drop the bomb. What was up with the corpse?" I said. Gilbert didn’t hesitate this time.

"The important thing is what it didn’t have: Eyes." The twitching he'd been doing suddenly made a lot more sense. "The exact description Gallius gave was, ‘It was as if the man’s eyes had crawled out of his skull on their own.’"

The first possibility was bad, the second was worse, and the third was horrifying... But it seemed we were heading for all three combined...

... FUCK!

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This chapter came out earlier than expected. It's shorter than the others, about 4,900 words. The last chapters were around 7000 to 10000, since they were arc-ending chapters.

So, let’s get to the chapter!

There was no way Devas wouldn’t notice the shit that was going down. He figured it out quickly, with only a few hints, even though he didn’t know exactly what it was. The reunion was normal, as Devas said, it doesn’t feel like a month has passed.

Everyone’s tired, but doing well. Dylan is more mature and serious, as shown in the interludes. Robyn is the same as always, but more thoughtful and contemplative. Selina is Selina. Gilbert is the calmest guy in the group, like Devas, and he’s taking things better than most.

Devas didn’t see Simon’s death message. It happened, and Devas would have seen it if he’d been in Terraria, but he wasn’t. There’s no message ‘log.’

Alalia showed up, and Devas realized that, even with the way he treated her, somehow he’d still underestimated her. Alalia is strong as hell, and there’s a reason for that, which will be revealed in the future...

Well, I think that’s it. Good night, everyone, and happy reading!

PS: I’m back from vacation, and the chapters will return to their regular schedule. Next chapter: January 9th.