Villain of my own novel

Because the strongest core to ever exist got created so abruptly, the entire dungeon's existence came under threat. And since a dungeon is also a place where even godly beings could do nothing but watch, all the gods and goddesses became aware of the supernatural abnormality, but when they gazed into the dungeon to learn about the description and identity of the new existence, they noticed that they couldn't see the existence's face or feel his presence, even though they were directly looking at him.

None of the gods, goddesses, or transcended could see Eshwar's face because of the trait he took from Vinny, the "God Hater," which had been hiding him from the gazes of the gods and goddesses, who may try to make him their recipient, which he found to be too bothersome.

Of course, since Eshwar is the creator, he knew that the gods would peer into him, so he had taken a countermeasure, the "God Hater" trait, and he was sure it was enough to ward them off.

"Frost...."

"Devil." He completely recited the command phrase for the first time in a while, and an extremely familiar chill cruised through his entire body, which made him grin in delight. The "Frost Devil" form required "mana," which the current Eshwar didn't have, and he wasn't given a chance to come into contact with the mana in the surroundings until now.

Now that the explosion had pushed off the thick black smoke that surrounded him, he finally came into contact with the mana. Though his coming into contact with the mana was for an entirely different reason, the reason why he did it was to crack the "Frost Devil's" shell he had subconsciously created around himself; well, it wasn't really a shell or anything, but it was a bit hard for him to tap into his other form.

Because no matter what, even if it has only been 9 years since he returned to the human domain as a human in reality, he still hasn't used his other form for all those years. And if you include all those times when he was dragged away somewhere only to be thrown in isolated spaces where he would try to find a way to escape, the years he spent as the Eye, looking at Quinn Walker's life, the years he spent looking at Anuke's life, the years he spent looking at Isha's life, and finally the years he spent trying to find who he was, everything combined would be at least a few million years, and all those years he was in his human form, and it became harder for him to manifest his Frost Devil form since it wasn't a technique, it was him, the other side of him.

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[Name: <White Parasite>]

[Level: 1]

[Rank: ???]

​ [Type: Item (Bound)]

[Skills: <Alter>, <Stealth>, <Link>, <Modify>]

[Effects:]

-> Physical damage reduction (5%)

-> Magical damage reduction (5%)

-> Mana regeneration

-> Mana amplification

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He abruptly remembered the white parasite's effects and blinked away, reappearing behind the mannequin's huge throne and activated <Stealth>, hoping the regeneration and amplification would work with the aether too, and was grateful to Nhifrogr for this artefact when he felt dense aether cruising into his body and settling in his new core.

'This is a bit too dense.' Eshwar clenched his teeth and fists, trying not to groan in pain. The greyish-coloured aether was settling down in his core in a black colour; that was how dense the aether was becoming.

CRE-CREAK (4x)

'What's the use of hiding if you make all this noise?' He grumbled inwardly; even though he acted tough on the outside, he was still very scared of things going wrong and getting tortured again, without any hope for survival. Just the thought of how hopeless he felt for the past year and months made him shudder, making him realise that he was only jumping around freely because he was among weaklings; if he went onto that planet while being this weak, then he would be crushed without even having a chance to lift his finger.

WHOOOSH

Suddenly, a tsunami-like wave of thick black smoke rushed at him behind the throne, and realising that he had been found out, he rushed out of there, circling around the room again.

'Faster....' He mumbled in his mind involuntarily while manipulating aether throughout his body, hoping his core to get filled to the brim, while only his fingertips had turned completely white as he was still in the middle of morphing into his Frost Devil form.

The mana in the surroundings had been too dense from what he noticed after entering the gate; it also seemed like it was refusing to comply with the mana wielder's will, which was also the reason mana gathering was taking months while it took seconds back on Earth. That was also the reason Eshwar's senses were limited, because due to the aether being too dense, it was almost impossible for him to manipulate it.

And the reason why he was able to create such a strong core even when it was impossible, why the dungeon was under threat because of it, everything was because the thick mana made even the impossible possible, and from what Eshwar took into account of how the mannequin was able to cast such strong spells in the short amount of time, it seemed like it was already used to the density of the mana in this dungeon. If that planet too had such dense mana, then all the people going there will need artefacts, similar to those of the white parasite, to employ mana even for basic techniques and spells, but since he already had one, he was going to make full use of it.

'Will I be able to do any damage to it?' Eshwar thought for a split second before jumping into the air, facing the black mannequin figure that had already surrounded itself with black smoke.

CRE-CREAK

Now, his palm had turned white while his fingers turned into translucent, light blue-coloured claws. Though it was too slow, the claws felt stronger and denser than it had ever been, so he was willing to take the risk for the last time.

"Snowflakes." Eshwar mumbled under his breath, since snowflakes didn't really required that much mana it formed almost instantly, and he placed his right foot on the snow-flaked footing mid-air, crouched down and lunged himself forward, towards the mannequin. And with a black blur, he disappeared, reappeared right in front of the black mannequin's faceless face, and grinned widely when his fingers held on.

"Heh." Eshwar grinned widely when he saw his fingers hold the faceless face of the black mannequin. He turned off the invisibility on the white parasite mask, opened his mouth wide, concentrated on gathering mana only on the razor-sharp ends of the mask, leaned forward, and bit the faceless face.