Chapter 4 - The End of The Story

The stars, once a vast and infinite sea above Alvaro, were now little more than fading lights. His mission had become clear, his purpose unyielding: the destruction of Malnas. A being of unimaginable power, omnipotent in his own right, whose existence threatened not only Alvaro's future but the very fabric of the multiverse itself.

But Malnas, for all his power, possessed one flaw—one Achilles' heel that Alvaro, with his advanced intellect and relentless pursuit of vengeance, could exploit. Malnas' omnipotence was bound by his sleep. When he closed his eyes, the world he controlled faltered, his power waned, and the universe he shaped could be undone. Alvaro knew this all too well. And in his mind, a plan had begun to take shape.

In the silence of his dimly lit quarters, Alvaro worked feverishly, his mind a flurry of ideas and calculations. His fingers danced over holographic displays, fabricating a device that would change the course of everything. It was a technology unlike any other—a device capable of stripping a being of their abilities, erasing their powers as if they had never existed, all within the bounds of a thousand universes.

For a moment, doubt crept in. Could such a device truly work? Would it be enough to neutralize Malnas? Alvaro's heart raced, not out of fear, but the intensity of his need. He had already become something more than human—his mind was capable of feats no being should achieve, yet this was something different. This was the final step. The culmination of his transformation from a mere victim of fate to an unstoppable force of vengeance.

The device was complete.

It was small, unassuming, nestled within the palm of his hand, but the power it contained was beyond comprehension. With a single thought, Alvaro activated it. His mind shifted, his focus sharpened, and in that instant, his consciousness expanded across every corner of the multiverse. He could feel the very essence of existence, the pulse of every being, every realm, every possibility. Malnas was there, hidden somewhere, his omnipotent presence scattered across the boundless void.

Alvaro focused on the target. He had found him.

Then, with a deep breath, Alvaro enacted the device's true purpose. The power of the invention surged through the cosmic lattice, a force so pure and absolute that it seemed to erase all things in its wake. Malnas' omnipotence, his vast and uncontested strength, began to waver. The threads that tied his essence to the multiverse began to unravel. He was no longer all-powerful.

But then, something unexpected happened. Malnas, ever the ancient being of boundless knowledge, had anticipated this. In the moment that his powers were stripped from him, he did not panic. Instead, he adapted. His vast intellect, untouched by the device, flickered to life as his own survival instinct kicked in.

Alvaro felt it—the shift. The awareness of something changing. Malnas was awake.

With a speed that defied time itself, Malnas summoned a hidden domain, a secret refuge that existed outside of the normal laws of reality. It was a place known only to him, a dimension of his own making, where even Alvaro's sharp mind could not immediately follow.

Alvaro, however, was no stranger to complexity. He had learned to navigate the most intricate systems of existence, and Malnas' hidden domain was no exception. With the power of his mind, Alvaro began to probe. His senses stretched across the dimensions, seeking the faintest ripple, the smallest distortion that could guide him into this new realm.

It was there—just beyond the veil of reality. A place that shimmered with an unsettling calm, untouched by time and space. Alvaro's vision sharpened, and he could see it—a rift, barely perceptible, that seemed to pulse with the same energy that Malnas had once commanded. It was a pocket universe, a separate space where Malnas' true essence was hidden, a place no one should be able to enter. But Alvaro wasn't just anyone.

His fingers twitched as he activated his own countermeasure—a device, a second layer of invention, built specifically for this moment. The rift, once impenetrable, began to shimmer and distort. Alvaro's presence rippled through it, bending the fabric of reality itself to allow him entry.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the air changed. It was as though the laws of existence themselves had been rewritten in this place, a realm of pure thought and abstract energy. But Alvaro, undeterred, moved through it with ease, his mind operating at a level beyond what was possible for any being, even one as powerful as Malnas.

Alvaro knew that this was the final confrontation—the point of no return. He could feel the weight of the universe pressing down on him, the enormity of what he was about to do. This was not just a battle of powers. It was a war for existence itself.

In this timeless dimension, the battle would be fought not with weapons, but with minds. And Alvaro, with his insatiable thirst for knowledge and his unyielding drive for revenge, was ready.

Alvaro moved forward, his presence a ripple in the fabric of the hidden dimension. The air here was thick, oppressive, as though every thought, every idea, carried an unbearable weight. The ground beneath him wasn't solid; it shifted, rearranging itself as if the very concept of structure had no meaning here. This was a place where even the laws of time faltered.

Malnas' essence was here, somewhere beyond Alvaro's reach, hidden deep within this vast mental labyrinth. Alvaro could feel it—the cold, calculating presence of the entity whose very being had altered the course of existence. Malnas was not just an omnipotent being; he was a god of this dimension, a creator of reality itself. And yet, in this moment, he was vulnerable, stripped of his limitless power, left to rely on his intelligence alone.

Alvaro's eyes, glowing with an eerie intensity, darted across the shifting space, looking for any trace of Malnas. The air crackled as he moved, every step an agonizing effort to maintain his grip on the fractured reality around him. His mind was a weapon now, sharper than any blade, more precise than any mechanism. He had seen enough. He had studied enough. He understood how Malnas thought, how he operated.

And he knew that this was the moment he had waited for.

In a sudden flash, the air in front of him shattered, and Malnas appeared. His form was indistinct at first, a hazy silhouette that slowly took shape—a towering, humanoid figure of immense power. His face was an abstract representation of all things, shifting between countless expressions, each one carrying the weight of an infinite number of lives.

Malnas' voice broke through the silence, a deep, resonating sound that seemed to echo in every corner of the dimension.

"Alvaro," Malnas' voice was low, calm. "You think you can destroy me, after all I have given you? After all the power you have gained from me? You are nothing but a child, playing in a universe too large for your understanding."

Alvaro's eyes burned with fury, his mind racing. He had been shaped by vengeance, driven by loss, and in this moment, the figure before him was no longer a god. He was just another obstacle to be removed. A challenge to be crushed underfoot.

"Do not mistake me for what I once was," Alvaro's voice cut through the oppressive atmosphere, his words sharp as daggers. "I am no longer a victim. I am the one who will shape this universe now."

Malnas laughed, a sound that rattled the very air, vibrating through Alvaro's bones. "You think you can undo what I have done? You, a mere mortal, can never erase the scars I have left on this world. You are just a reflection of my creation."

Alvaro's hands clenched into fists. Every nerve in his body screamed with intensity. The device he had used to strip Malnas of his omnipotence had already worked, but it hadn't been enough. Malnas had adapted, creating this pocket of reality, a space where even Alvaro's mind could not fully function. But this—this place, this distorted dimension—was still his creation. His will was absolute here, and it was time to show Malnas that his time had passed.

In a single, fluid motion, Alvaro unleashed the full extent of his power. The device in his hand pulsed with a dark energy, a wave of pure destruction that rippled through the fabric of the dimension. Malnas' form flickered, and for a moment, it seemed as if the god was going to vanish completely, his essence dispersed across the endless cosmos.

But Malnas wasn't done. His form reconstituted, even stronger than before, his eyes glowing with ancient fury. "You dare challenge me?" he bellowed, his voice now a force of nature, rippling through the air like thunder.

Alvaro didn't respond , he doesn't care about talking to him, he just wants his power that's why he accepts the mission

With that, Alvaro's mind snapped into overdrive. Every part of his being, every ounce of energy, was focused on one singular goal: to bring an end to the reign of Malnas. The universe trembled as Alvaro's consciousness expanded, bending the dimension around him to his will.

He reached into the core of the pocket dimension, manipulating its very structure. The walls of reality buckled, collapsing inward as Alvaro began to unravel the space itself. Malnas' screams of defiance echoed, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming power of Alvaro's will.

"Feel the agony of your own creation!" Alvaro's voice was a whisper, but it resonated with the weight of a thousand worlds.

The fabric of the dimension cracked, splintering in every direction. Malnas, the once-great king, was no longer untouchable. His power, once infinite, was slipping away, unable to hold its ground against Alvaro's relentless force.

In that moment, Alvaro saw everything. He saw the fall of Malnas, the breaking of the chain that had bound him for so long. The god of the pocket dimension was nothing now—just another broken entity in a universe that had been manipulated too many times.

And as the dimension collapsed around them, Alvaro allowed himself a brief moment of peace. The weight of his vengeance, the years of torment, of loss and rage, had finally been released. He had become what he was always meant to be: the true master of his own destiny.

With a final, earth-shattering crack, Malnas was no more. His essence shattered, fading into nothingness, leaving only silence behind.

Alvaro stood alone, his breath steady, his mind clear,

"Hidden dimension, great idea, I should create one for myself , but first I should work on this great power in here , I would make it way better , I would make it something bigger than the omnipotent bigger than the boundless better than the infinity , the ultimate power"

In infinite worlds, where forces and time intertwine in a fabric of secrets and destinies, Alvaro decided to create a realm of his own. He built a hidden dimension, where time does not flow as it does in the physical universe, and where there are no constraints or limits. This place became a refuge for him, where he could test his thoughts and lay out his plans far from the eyes of others.

In this dimension, Alvaro dismantled the power of Malnas into ten parts, each one stronger than anything, and all far exceeding Malnas' power in an unimaginable way—more than infinite by an immeasurable margin. Alvaro created something astounding, a power beyond anything he had expected, and placed one of these parts within himself, gaining an invincible strength.

Then Alvaro had a strange idea. What if he had not erased the world's memory? What if he had been with his family when they died?

He saw the death of his parents once more, and he saw people killing him while he was still an infant.

This filled him with rage, but he knew he had to endure.

Alvaro did not want to destroy existence merely out of hatred for Earth. At the same time, he did not want to destroy Earth in a simple way, but rather to see humanity suffer the worst agony.

Alvaro continued to observe the development of humanity over a million years, witnessing what would have happened if everything had continued after his parents' death and his own. He saw how lies spread, how violence and tyranny began, and how history was distorted.

One family spread a story about Alvaro and his family, claiming they were rebels who sought to end humanity, and that they were the ones who opposed them.

They made themselves heroes of the world, while Alvaro and his family were labeled the vilest humans in history.

But there was one person who had a supernatural intuition, named Mickey.

Mickey was the only one who knew that Alvaro and his family were innocent. Mickey was hated and shunned by everyone, even his own family, who considered selling his organs when he grew up to improve the financial situation of the Blodders family.

It was then that Alvaro realized Mickey would be the one to destroy the Earth. He had found the right person and made his decisive choice. He returned to the original universe to begin his grand plan. He knew the time had come to change the course of events.

Alvaro began using two copies of Malnas' power. From this power, he created two beings called "The Vision" and "The Sobering Truth." His plan was for these beings to appear after a million years at the right moment, when Mickey would defeat Alvaro.

Alvaro began manipulating time and returned to a moment when he was five years old. At the moment he was thinking of building a spaceship, but now he was planning something far greater.

He began building his own world the way he saw fit, to make it better than anything he had seen in the alternate universe.

Without using his powers, only his brain

Alvaro manipulated destiny, succeeding in making the Blodders family emerge in a completely different light. He made them known for their goodness. He was behind the creation of the family over thousands of years, remaining hidden in the shadows, witnessing their development and planning their future.

Behind the scenes, Alvaro started wars, toppled governments, controlled the great powers, and created a delicate balance between mafia families and gangs. Even though he was a member of all these families, no one knew about his existence in any of them. He was the mastermind, working silently, away from the spotlight.

Now, he waits, waiting for the day when Mickey will be born, to continue what he had started from the very beginning.

Alvaro: "This world is perfect!"

This world will be destroyed in the future, everything will gone , the only thing that this world will see is , " the fear "

The world Who killed an innocent three-year-old kid in the most horrific way possible

How strange this is!

The history of civilizations spans across ages, and each civilization undoubtedly has a bloody and dark history. Tyranny lies in controlling and exploiting others under names like civilization, progress, and culture. But the truth is that tyranny springs from the desire to control, dominate, and subjugate others.

Although perfection may seem like a frustrating illusion in this horrendous world, striving towards it represents one of the most important pillars of civilization. And by using critical thinking and reasoning, civilizations can change the course of dark and bloody history and work towards building a better, more peaceful, and prosperous future for humanity.

Lack of empathy is one of the negative phenomena that humanity suffers from, and it is related to the unfair distribution of wealth, opportunities, and rights among people. If we look at the history of civilizations, we find that the rulers who govern civilizations are not always the most talented and competent, but are usually chosen due to factors such as lineage, social origins, family ties, and political alliances.

However, the truth is that no one represents goodness in and of themselves. Dark human tendencies such as hatred and violence have accompanied every civilization throughout the ages. And due to the nature of human conflict, we can see the chain of hatred spreading across generations and ages.

Forgery of the history of some civilizations to whitewash their reality is a very common practice. Facts are distorted, and the bloody events and injustices that were committed are hidden. This can lead to tyranny, where history is used as a means to achieve specific interests.

In addition, corruption, racism, and widespread poverty are also major factors in tyranny. When individuals are discriminated against because of their skin color, religion, or social background, details are created that do not help in solidarity and peaceful coexistence.

Mickey stood at the precipice of an empty world, the weight of everything he'd learned crashing down on him like a thousand-ton wave. His heart ached—not from the loss of the people he'd loved, but from the horrifying realization that they had never loved him back. They had never cared for him the way he had believed.

Mickey's hands trembled as the truth sunk in, an unbearable clarity. He had trusted them. He had loved them with everything he had—only to discover that his love had been a shadow, cast by the very person who had ruined his world. It was a cruel, cruel truth to accept.

Mickey now understood,Alvaro had changed them because he needed to. They were merely pawns in his game, manipulated to ensure that they would be there for him in his misery. In a twisted way, Alvaro had wanted them to love him—but only because it gave him control, gave him power over their emotions, over their wills.

Mickey wiped away his tears, not out of sorrow, but out of a strange sense of clarity. Alvaro's choices had led them here, but Mickey was no longer bound by them. He could feel the deep connection they shared—an invisible tether, linking them across the dimensions of time and space, their powers intertwined. Alvaro's suffering, his endless torment, was both a prison and a key to unimaginable strength.

And mickey knows about the source of his power

Alvaro create a source of power and he linked mickey's power to that source , like this they would stay always equal in power , ane their power will grow above infinitly

He turned his gaze from the destruction that had once been his world. His family—those who had been manipulated to love him—were gone. The universe was dying, a fractured reflection of a reality that had never truly existed.

Mickey began to focus, pulling from the depths of the infinite link between him and Alvaro . The power surged within him, a force like nothing he had ever felt before. He could feel Alvaro, distant yet present, struggling against the pull of their bond, unwilling to let go of the suffering that defined him. Alvaro could have released himself, he could have freed himself from this endless cycle. But Alvaro had made his choice.

Alvaro had chosen to remain in the shadows of his own making. He had chosen to endure the beatings of the creatures in the dark, to live in the world of his own torment.

Mickey, however, chose to create. He chose to build something new, to craft a world in his image—one where he would rule, unchallenged and free. The universe began to shift around him as his will shaped reality itself. Planets formed. Stars burned to life.each one a testament to his power, his resolve.

As the new universe began to take shape beneath his hands, Mickey knew that this was just the beginning. He had learned the hardest lesson of all—the true cost of power. And he had accepted it.

Mickey was no longer the pawn in anyone's game. He was the master. The ruler.

And in this new world, everything would bend to his will.

The end.