In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



5 weekly chapters, maybe 7


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Chapter 106