ai-generated Tales that are based on the world of "Omnibyte Simulation-multiverse Deal (The Compatible-with-ai-bot Version)" 

Mr. Jeffrey Robert Palin Jr. 

Chapter 1: ai-generated by https://poe.com/LitFicBot - Tale 01

Tale 01 - Tremors of Power

The ground shook beneath Jeff's feet as he stood at the edge of the ridge overlooking the vast valley below. His dark hair whipped around his face, the cursed ring on his finger pulsing with an ominous red glow that seemed to intensify with each tremor as it sensed such through its magical invisible sensory organs, the conscious ring waiting for Jeff's anger control to slip to the point that enables the ring to take temporary manipulation of Jeff's simulation-avatar. The sky above had taken on an unnatural hue—a mixture of purple and crimson that swirled like oil on water.

"They're already at it," Jeff muttered, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the distant figures—none taller than eight feet—moving with supernatural speed across the landscape. Each impact of their blows sent shockwaves through the planet's crust, causing fissures to spider-web outward.

Jeff had heard rumors about this gathering of overpowered beings, all converging on this remote location in Eric's universe. What made it all the more unsettling was that despite their diminutive stature—at least compared to the colossal creatures that often engaged in cosmic battles—these combatants wielded enough power to potentially tear the planet apart.

He recognized a few of them from descriptions he'd heard. There was Vexar, barely five feet tall but capable of manipulating gravitational forces with a precision that defied physics. Jeff watched as Vexar performed a complex gesture with his hands, causing a chunk of mountain to rise and compress into a dense projectile before hurling it at his opponent.

That opponent was Sylvia, a woman of average height whose skin occasionally rippled with energy patterns. She didn't dodge the mountain fragment—instead, she punched forward, her fist connecting with the projectile and reducing it to dust that scattered harmlessly around her.

"I should leave," Jeff said to himself. The cursed ring seemed to be responding to the tremendous energy being unleashed in the valley.

A third combatant entered Jeff's field of vision—a stocky humanoid figure who moved with blinding speed despite having the build of a weightlifter. As the being moved, the air around him distorted, and everywhere he stepped, the ground crystallized before shattering.

"That's enough spectating," came a calm voice from behind Jeff.

He turned to find a woman standing there, her posture relaxed despite the apocalyptic battle unfolding nearby. She wore simple clothes—jeans and a gray t-shirt—but her eyes held an ancient wisdom.

"Alicia would be worried sick if she knew you were this close to a planetary extinction event," the woman said with a hint of reproach in her voice.

"I didn't plan to be here," Jeff replied, finally managing to tear his gaze away from the battle. "I was following a lead on a new type of energy signature when I felt the tremors."

The woman nodded. "These beings have been in conflict for centuries. Small in stature but immense in power. They've destroyed seventeen planets already in their endless war."

As if to emphasize her point, a massive explosion bloomed in the valley, sending a shock wave that nearly knocked Jeff off his feet. The woman remained perfectly balanced, not even blinking as the blast washed over them.

"What are they fighting for?" Jeff asked, steadying himself against a boulder.

"Some fight for ideologies, others for revenge, a few simply for the thrill of battle," she explained. "But they all share one thing in common—none of them remember why the conflict started in the first place."

The cursed ring on Jeff's finger heated up painfully. He looked down to see it glowing brighter than before, pulsating in rhythm with the distant explosions.

"Your ring recognizes the power," the woman observed. "Cursed objects tend to resonate with chaos and destruction."

Jeff tried to twist the ring, a habitual gesture of discomfort, but it remained firmly in place as always. "Do you have a name?" he asked the woman.

"I've had many," she replied with a slight smile. "But you can call me Kira. I'm something of a battle historian. I document conflicts like these—the ones that reshape worlds."

Another tremendous crash drew their attention. Two of the combatants had collided in mid-air, the impact creating a visible distortion in space itself. Cracks began to form in the sky, as if reality itself was struggling to contain the energy being released.

"We need to leave," Kira said urgently. "That last impact breached the dimensional membrane. This planet has minutes at most."

Jeff felt the ground beneath him shift dramatically. "I can't teleport with this kind of gravitational instability," he said, gesturing to the chaotic energy patterns now visible in the air around them.

"Then we run," Kira replied, already moving with surprising agility. "There's a dimensional anchor point (magic portal) two miles east. It's our only chance."

As they sprinted away from the ridge, Jeff cast one last glance back at the battle. The combatants—those powerful beings under eight feet tall—were now engulfed in a swirling vortex of energy that continued to grow, consuming everything it touched.

The cursed ring burned against his skin, as if angry at being dragged away from such magnificent destruction.

"Run faster," Kira called over her shoulder. "And pray we make it to the anchor point before those little titans tear this world apart."

Jeff and Kira sprinted across the increasingly unstable terrain, the ground breaking apart behind them as the battle's destructive energy spread outward in waves. The dimensional anchor point—their only hope of escape—was still over a mile away.

"We're not going to make it on foot," Jeff shouted over the deafening rumble. The sky had split open entirely now, revealing swirling cosmic energies that poured through the breach like water through a broken dam.

Kira abruptly stopped, her hands moving in a precise pattern. She placed her palms flat against the ground, fingers spread in a specific configuration as she muttered an incantation too quiet for Jeff to hear. The earth beneath them solidified into a platform that suddenly lurched forward, propelled by magical energy.

"Gravity manipulation," Jeff observed, holding onto the edge of the impromptu vehicle as it sped across the fragmenting landscape.

"A basic application," Kira replied without breaking her concentration. "Though quite difficult in these conditions."

Behind them, the battle had reached a catastrophic crescendo. The combatants—those powerful beings under eight feet tall—had abandoned all restraint. One figure, barely five feet in height, raised both arms skyward, causing massive chunks of the planet's core to erupt through the surface. Another opponent countered by compressing the air into physical barriers that sliced through the rising earth with ease.

The cursed ring on Jeff's finger burned hotter than ever, almost glowing white-hot against his skin. He suspected it wanted him to turn back, to witness the ultimate destruction, to perhaps even join in.

"Your ring wants the power," Kira said, noticing his struggle. "Cursed objects feed on chaos. They grow stronger in its presence."

"I know," Jeff grimaced, using his other hand to grip his wrist tightly. "It's never reacted this strongly before."

The earth platform beneath them began to crack as the gravitational anomalies intensified. In the distance, mountains collapsed like sandcastles, the material of the planet itself beginning to behave like liquid rather than solid.

"There!" Kira pointed toward a shimmering distortion in the air about a quarter-mile ahead. "The anchor point. It's destabilizing, but it might still work."

As they approached the anchor point, Jeff felt a sickening lurch in his stomach. The entire planet was beginning to break apart, not just the surface but all the way to the core. The tremendous energies unleashed by the battle had disrupted the fundamental forces holding matter together.

"What about everyone else on this planet?" Jeff asked, suddenly struck by the thought of countless lives about to be extinguished.

"Most fled weeks ago when the combatants first arrived," Kira replied. "Those who stayed... chose their fate."

They were mere yards from the anchor point when their platform finally gave way, crumbling beneath them. Jeff tumbled forward, rolling across the disintegrating ground. Kira landed more gracefully, immediately back on her feet and reaching for him.

"Now or never!" she shouted, extending her hand.

The dimensional anchor point flickered erratically, its energy signature warping under the strain of the planet's imminent destruction. Jeff reached for Kira's outstretched hand just as a massive shockwave hit them—the result of two of the most powerful combatants colliding head-on.

The force sent them both flying toward the anchor point, but at different angles. Jeff found himself spinning through the air, the world around him dissolving into chaos. He caught one last glimpse of the battlefield—the small figures still locked in combat, oblivious or indifferent to the annihilation they were causing.

In a final desperate move, Jeff used his magic abilities to stabilize his trajectory toward the anchor point. The ring seemed to respond eagerly, drawing on the ambient chaos to fuel its magic.

The last thing Jeff saw before he hit the dimensional gateway was the planet literally splitting in half, the core exposed like the yolk of a cracked egg, spilling molten matter into space. The combatants remained at the center, their battle uninterrupted even as the world died around them.

Then he was through the anchor point, reality twisting and folding around him as he was flung across realms.

Jeff found himself lying on a rocky beach under an alien purple sky. His clothes were tattered, but he was alive. The cursed ring on his finger had gone dormant again, though it seemed somehow changed—darker, denser, as if it had absorbed some essence of the destruction it had witnessed.

There was no sign of Kira anywhere.

Jeff sat up slowly. In the distance, he could see the silhouettes of strange structures—perhaps a city or settlement of some kind. He had no idea where the dimensional anchor point had deposited him, but at least it wasn't the void of space.

Upon standing up, Jeff noticed something in the sky—a brief flash of light, barely visible against the purple backdrop. It could have been anything, but he suspected it was the final death throes of the planet he'd just escaped, its destruction visible even across dimensional boundaries.

Somewhere out there, those powerful beings—none taller than eight feet—would find another world to continue their ancient battle. And somewhere out there, Kira might have survived as well, ready to document the next world-ending conflict.

Jeff looked down at the cursed ring, then up at the alien landscape stretching before him. He would find a way back to Alicia. He always did. But first, he needed to understand what had happened to him—and to his ring—during those final moments of planetary destruction.

With a deep breath, Jeff began walking toward the distant structures, leaving behind him only footprints in the alien sand and the memory of a world that no longer exists at the moment.