A world where magic, monsters, dragons, demons, and gods exists. One day, something strange happens—something beyond mortal comprehension.
The gods sense it first.
"No... this is not right."
A deep, primal fear grips even the highest entities. The air grows heavy, space distorts, and reality itself begins to crack.
In a secluded forest, the weather shifts violently. Thunder roars, and the wind howls as the surrounding vegetation withers. The earth trembles, splitting apart as an unimaginable force emerges. Smoke fills the air, thick and suffocating, obscuring all sight.
Then, a voice—deep, powerful, and absolute—echoes through the chaos.
"At last... my presence bends reality itself. I have arrived."
The storm begins to subside, the unnatural destruction ceases, and the world momentarily stills. But the tension lingers, thick and suffocating.
Amid the ruins, faint sounds break the silence:
"Rustle... rustle..."
"Crack."
"Whisper... whisper..."
"Haaaah..."
The last traces of smoke fade, revealing two eyes—glowing with an unsettling purple light, like embers of a long-forgotten fire.
"At last... I stand where fate has long awaited me."
The unknown presence reveals itself... and nothing will ever be the same again
Before existence took form, before time had meaning, there was only Sora. Not as a god, not as a concept, but as the absolute. The source. The force beyond all things.
Reality itself was born from his thoughts, an endless expanse of realms, deities, and cosmic titans—all created for his entertainment. He watched as civilizations rose and fell, as supreme beings clashed, wielding powers that could shatter galaxies. Yet, no matter how grand their battles, they were mere flickers in the infinite presence of Sora.
In this chapter, we witness the vastness of his power. With a mere thought, he breathes life into an entire universe. With a whisper, he erases an immortal god-king who dared to proclaim himself supreme. He does not struggle. He does not grow. He simply exists, beyond all things.
But deep in the fabric of reality, something stirs. An anomaly—a force that even Sora did not create. Something unknown.
For the first time in an eternity, Sora turns his gaze—not out of amusement, but out of curiosity.
In the boundless expanse of existence, where gods rule and reality bends to the will of the supreme, one name reigns above all—Sora.
He is not just a god, nor a ruler of worlds. He is the source of all power, the beginning and the end, the force beyond omnipotence itself. Every supreme being, every cosmic entity, every god who has ever drawn breath—all are merely fragments of his infinite power.
But why does such a being exist? For entertainment.
Sora created the multiverse, filled it with divine warriors, cosmic overlords, and unbreakable titans—just to watch them fight, struggle, and ascend. Yet no matter how powerful they become, no matter how high they rise, they are nothing compared to him. Even if every god, demon, and ruler of infinity combined their might, they would not reach 1% of his true strength.
But when ancient forces stir, when forgotten legends whisper of a power beyond the gods, will even Sora find something worthy of his attention?
Prepare for an epic tale of absolute dominance, cosmic battles, and a god who stands above all creation. This is not a story of growth. This is a story of supremacy.
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