"The person who took the cube wasnt a worthy vessel..."

"I suppose it'll do, the most I can do is take control of this corpse."

It stood up and slick back its hair, blowing in the wind. "I look so cinematic, don't I?" It would if this wasn't a novel. I'll leave that up to who ever adapts this piece of fiction.

It began walking towards the nearest settlement. About 20 days would've passed, but finally it reached its destination. A ghost town where homeless people made their home. "I'm sure I'll find some resources in this... I can't even begin to describe this DUMP." It looked around to see if anyone was there. Some hobo was.

"Hey you, know where the people died due to seemingly nothing?" It pointed at the hobo.

"N-N-No sir, b-but, t-there's a good doctor n-nearby." The hobo pointed at a shiny medical clinic.

"I hate the way you speak." It walked towards the clinic. Eventually it arrived there. It broke in. The doors were unlocked but it did it just to look cool. It searched for anyone nearby.

"I am a 'doctor' from a land far away, who needs 'healing'?" It spread its arms out wide waiting for a response.  But all it got was looks and stares. Probably cause the person it took over was half rotting and wearing the clothes of someone who looked like they weren't doing so well off in life.

"I'll just wander into a medical ro-"

"Hey you, doctor, I need healing. Heal me." A guy with several severe wounds, bleeding out, said in a casual tone.

It walked towards the guy and put its hand on his head.

"Heal me. Hey doctor, heal me."

"I'm not doing it anymore!" It exclaimed in rage as it proceeded to absorb the energy from the man, leaving nothing left.

"That was a good enough meal." it stared back at its hand, the skin was falling off be cause the sheer amount of power was deterioting the skin. He was peeling like a fried chicken's skin. All it would take would be a slight tug on him and it would just rip off.

"I might as well save some people while im at it." It smirked smuggly. Or at least its mucles did.

A few hours later, It absorbed the excess energy from the rest of the sick patients. Then it met the doctor, he was out of money, and not very happy.

"You cured all my patients. You're not gonna enjoy what's gonna happen to you as a result." The Doctor pointed at It in a menacing way. "Tell me your name before I kill you, monster."

It responded; "Call me Conditor, shorten it as you please." Conditor bowed. "I am the incarnation and demi-g" It was cut off by The Doctor.

"Shut up, monster." The doctor pulled out a hand held canon the size of a gun. It wasn't visible to most, unless they were born with or implanted a special type of eye I'll let y'all name down below in the comments, or, they surgically gained one. The doctor had one, the vessel... The vessel quite literally HAD one, his left eye which had it but was blinded after it was burned via radiation.

Conditor grabbed at its eye and concentrated energy into it, forcing to to bloom in a sort of way. Just kidding, it did eye surgery. Now seeing clearly, Conditor stared at the doctor. "Lets do this." Its cancer finally hit him, stability losts. Conditor seeked a more stable fighting stance. Its skin started bubbling.

The Doctor shot Conditor multiple times in the torso. "You'll surely bleed ou-" Conditor was still standing there, not bleeding. It then launched towards The Doctor and blasted housands of rays of energy (Heavy Particles) into his head, and held it there, till little movement was felt. The doctor struggled a bit but due to the skin being in the way of grabbing on, he wasnt able to escape.

Conditor Yawned as if he didnt just kill some random murderous doctor. "That sure did take a lot out of me. I should probably absorb it back." It closed one eye and began looking for it. It was areas that seemed similar to gas, but it was violent, bouncing so fast it was barely visible. Due to being limited with its vessel's brain, it was only able to see lines, but that was good enough. It stuck its hand out and began absorbing the energy.

"On to the next area." It slouched foward with a malevolent stare into the non existant camera.

Back to Iwba and Cko

"All this training is a booore!" Iwba exclaimed, exhasted. "Why can't you just give me power! I'm tired of lifting all these weights and stretching my veins and stuff!" He reached out to Cko.

"Listen if you want to get strong enough to face a low tier god then you need to train!" He gestured back at Iwba and lightly hit him on the head. "If you aren't strong enough you'll get another scar on your face again." Cko pointed at the scar the bad haircut guy gave him.

"Just tell me why!" Iwba complained yet again.

"If you want a lesson then fine. The reason why is because I can't just grab your face and plump the energy into you, that kills you! You need to train your veins and to do that you needa gain muscles so you get more veins!" He continued doing hand gestures towards Iwba. "Or at least I think it works like that?" Cko crossed his arms.

"Anyway, Iwba, go get me that pota-plu-t... J-Just get me the rod, Iwba." Cko pointed to the shack nearby the traing area they were in.

Surely this rod wont cause any problems, right?