Chap 8: A --. --- -..

Kai felt the energy surging through his body, a warm current flowing through every cell. The energy not only energized him, but also gently healed every wound on his body, leaving him feeling calm and hopeful.

Suddenly, from that stream of energy, a mysterious black armor appeared, slowly wrapping around Kai's body. The shiny armor, carved with ancient patterns, exuded majesty and power. Each piece of armor hugged him tightly, as if it was made specifically for him, giving him a feeling of fit and power.

From the cracks of nothingness, a faint light seeped through the silent space. Slowly, a black sword emerged, as if forged from pure darkness. The sharp blade reflected faint rays of light, engraved with ancient characters that glowed faintly. The sword hovered before Kai, exuding a mysterious power as if it was waiting for him to become its true master.

As Kai reached out his hand, the black sword hovering before him suddenly emitted a dark light. A deep voice, echoing as if from the void itself, said: 'I have waited for you for a long time. Prove that you are worthy of being my master.' Each word seemed to be engraved into Kai's mind, causing the surrounding space to freeze. The sword vibrated slightly, emitting a powerful stream of energy, as if accepting and confirming its connection with him.

"Kai felt a strange change within himself, as if another part of his mind had been awakened. It was not him, but it had merged with his consciousness. A powerful stream of thoughts surged through him, and before Kai could comprehend what was happening, his voice echoed throughout the space: 'I am Kai #!@$#.'

But the strange thing was... he didn't speak. The voice wasn't quite like his own—it was deeper, colder, more authoritative. Each word he uttered carried the feeling of another entity residing within his body, sending a shiver down Kai's spine. It felt like a new personality, a different self, had been born from this mysterious energy.'

The moment Kai's hand touched the cold hilt, a huge surge of power exploded, spreading out like an uncontrollable storm. Everything around him fell into chaos. Space seemed to be torn apart, fragments of reality shattered, carrying rays of light and darkness intertwined.

Time suddenly stopped, then folded, twisted into distorted shapes. Kai felt like he was falling through endless dimensions, each scene only lasting for a split second before fading into nothingness. The echoes of invisible entities mixed in the shattered space, like whispers from the past and the future overlapping each other.

Then, everything suddenly went silent. The light faded, and Kai realized he was standing in the middle of reality—where it all began. But everything felt different now. He felt like he was no longer the person he was a moment ago. The sword remained in his hand, radiating a smoldering energy, as if it had just redefined his entire world."

"As the light faded and the chaos receded, Kai found himself standing in a place that was completely unfamiliar. There was no wind, no sound of life—only an absolute silence that stretched on forever. The ground beneath his feet was neither stone nor sand, but seemed to be made of darkness and light itself.

Before him, there was nothing but emptiness, a bottomless abyss that swallowed all notions of time and space. The sky above was colorless, just a cracked void, with lone streaks of light flashing and then fading away, like the last breath of a dead universe.

Kai understood that he was at the end of everything—a place beyond human understanding. There was no past, no future, only a heavy present, where all the rules of the world had been erased. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a faint light, as if reminding him that it was it that had brought he came.

'You have entered the beginning and end of all reality,' the familiar voice rang out from the sword again, cold but majestic. 'This place will determine your path. Prove that you are worthy of existence.'"

"From within the endless darkness, an entity began to emerge before Kai. Unlike anything he had ever seen, the entity had no fixed form. It was constantly changing, shifting between light and dark, between strange patches of color that the human eye could not name.

Its presence was intangible, indescribable—as if it were just an idea, an existence beyond human comprehension. Kai felt an invisible pressure pressing down on his body, not from physical strength, but from the sublimity and greatness of this entity. It was an existence so primal and abstract that he could not recognize it as light, dark, or both.

With each second the entity existed, the space around it became more and more distorted, as if all of reality could not bear its weight. A sound rang out in Kai's head, not a voice but a feeling, a thought that crept deep into his mind wisdom:

'What are you? A grain of sand in the void? Or a piece in a great picture that you cannot see? Answer, Kai. What does your existence mean in the midst of all this?'

Kai was speechless. The sword in his hand vibrated strongly, as if protecting him from the invisible pressure, but also urging him to face the entity before him. He knew this was not just a question—but a challenge, a judgment from the supreme existence that he could not understand."

"The entity was silent for a moment, as if observing Kai from all dimensions at once. Then, a strange sound rang out—a deep, cold, contemptuous laugh. The laugh did not resound in the air, but directly penetrated Kai's mind, leaving a feeling of emptiness and trembling in his heart.

'You...' the entity's voice rang out, deep and shaking, 'do you really think you mean anything? Wake up, Kai. You are just a figment of our imagination, a tiny piece in the game we created. Every action, every thought, every moment of your existence... it was all arranged by us. You have no will, no freedom, no reality of your own.'

Kai stiffened, his eyes widening as the words pierced his mind. 'It can't be...' he muttered, but his own voice sounded like a weak protest. The sword in his hand glowed, as if trying to resist the influence of the entity, but it also seemed overwhelmed by the sheer power of this existence.

The entity chuckled again, then continued: 'You are just a story... an idea. And when we end this story, you will also disappear. So, what will you do, Kai? Do you dare challenge your own creators?'

Time seemed to stand still. Before him was an unimaginable truth, a painful truth that he was forced to face. But deep inside, Kai still felt a flame, small but fierce, burning—a will to rebel against this predetermined fate."

"Kai stood still, his breath escaping him as the entity's words sank into his mind. His entire body shook, not from fear, but from the shock of the truth that was slowly dawning on him. The world he believed was real, where he fought, laughed, suffered—it was all a game, an illusion created by these supreme entities.

He looked down at his hands, feeling as if they were no longer his, but a product of the will of people he had never known. The sword in his hand, a symbol of strength and hope, now felt foreign too, as if it were just another piece in a larger puzzle he could not understand.

'It can't be... this can't be true,' Kai whispered, his voice trembling. But the entity, as if reading his mind, laughed loudly. 'Are you in denial? Do you think your memories, your emotions are real? Look at yourself, Kai. Everything you have ever known is just a small part of our creation. You are not the one who decides this story.'

Kai tried to protest. 'Then why can I feel? Why can I suffer, love, fight? If it is all a lie, then why do I exist?' he shouted, his voice filled with pain but also with determination.

The entity paused, its voice slowly speaking, as if it were a final declaration: 'Because we want it to. And now, you must decide. Will you continue to live as a pawn, or will you do something beyond the story we have written?'

Before he knew it, his consciousness was pushed back, replaced by another presence—a personality he had never known existed. Kai's eyes glowed, and his voice spoke, but it was not the familiar voice. It was deeper, sharper, more authoritative.

'Hey, hey...' the personality sneered, the words hissing through gritted teeth, 'don't compare me to those characters you created. You think I'm like them? That's ridiculous.'

The entity was silent for a moment, as if taken aback by this unexpected protest. But the personality inside Kai did not stop. 'I am not just a product. I do not belong to your story. I exist because I want to, not because someone gave me to. And if you think you can control me like the other pawns...' Kai—or rather, the personality—smiled faintly, his eyes burning with challenge. 'Try it. I bet you won't like how this game ends.'

The space around him shook, as if struck by the other entity's rage. 'You think you have the right to fight me?' The entity's voice rang out, so loud that reality seemed to shatter. But the person inside Kai just stood there, calm and confident.

'Try it,' the person replied, her voice small but sharp like a knife cutting through the entity's grandeur. 'I'm not something you can easily control. And this game—if you want to play it—I'll play it my way.'

Kai, from the depths of his consciousness, watched the whole thing with a mixture of shock and admiration. He didn't know what this persona was, or why it existed inside him. But one thing was clear: this wasn't just a battle between him and the other entity—it was a battle to assert his own will and freedom."

The entity's invisible eyes—or what felt like a gaze piercing Kai's soul—glimmered with doubt and surprise. After a moment of silence, its voice rang out, deep and filled with rare reserve:

'Could it be...could it be that you are Lucifer, Morning Star? The fallen one who carries the light, the one who once challenged the supreme authority?'

The words were like an arrow piercing through reality, causing the surrounding space to shake violently. But Kai's personality only sneered, its eyes filled with arrogance. 'Lucifer, what do you say? Maybe I am him... or maybe I am not. But if you are afraid just because you think I am him, then that only proves that you are weaker than I thought.'

The entity fell silent for a moment, but not because it was defeated. It was considering, evaluating, the rays of light around it seemed to twist, expressing its uncertainty. 'If you really are Lucifer, why are you here? Why are you imprisoned in a weak mortal? Is this punishment... or part of your plan?'

Kai's personality laughed loudly, a challenging laugh. 'You want answers? Then find out for yourself. But I advise you... not to bet your life on that question. There are things you should never know.'

"Lucifer…," the entity muttered, its voice now a mixture of fear and curiosity. "You say you are him, but where is the light you once carried? Where is that light, you once challenged the heavens."

A mocking laugh rang out from within Kai—this being, full of confidence and determination. "Light? You think I was the light? It was never that. It was about challenge. About freedom of choice, about rebellion, about breaking the chains of existence itself."

The sword in Kai's hand vibrated, radiating dark energy, as if it were responding to the challenge. The energy from the sword spread, filling the space around it with a sense of inevitability, as if this confrontation was predestined, yet completely unpredictable.

"Your rebellion is nothing more than a childish tantrum," the entity said contemptuously, its form exploding with energy, constantly changing. "You think you can rewrite this game? This world? You are a slave to the will of your creators. You are but a blink of emptiness."

"But that is where you are wrong," the being inside Kai countered, his voice cold and steady, filled with determination. "I am not a blink. I am a flame. And the world you speak of—created by you—will collapse if I decide to burn it all down."

The being paused, a tremor passing through its form. For the first time, it seemed uncertain, as if it had never anticipated such a rebellion. "You… dare challenge the architects of existence?"

"Architects?" Kai's voice, now in tune with this dark being, was sharp and contemptuous. "They are cowards, hiding behind illusions of power. They created this world, but they forgot one important thing. They forgot that even a game has an end."

The sword in Kai's hand flashed, glowing like a blazing torch, the darkness surrounding it now a supernatural force that seemed to swallow everything in its path. The entity shrank back, unable to comprehend the power it faced.

The ground beneath them cracked open, opening up an endless abyss, and Kai felt a powerful energy, as if a vast treasure were awakening within him. He could feel it in his very soul—the power to remake existence, to defy the architects who thought they controlled fate.

The entity began to disintegrate, crumbling like an illusion, but it was not defeated. Instead, it seemed to shrink in fear, its voice now a whisper, filled with uncertainty and confusion.

"Who are you?" It asked, its voice trembling, no longer the majesty it had once held. "What are you?"

Kai's eyes lit up, the light in them an unwavering determination. "I am what you created—and what you cannot control. I am not just a part of the story. I am the one who wrote it."

The sword in his hand glowed again, and in a single motion, Kai raised it high. The darkness around him seemed to gather, converging at the end of the sword. As the sword came down, the space around them shattered—no, it did not shatter. It was recreated.

The Kai personality reads the Book of the Magi, his voice resounds, full of authority and anger:

"O shining star, son of the dawn,

Have you fallen from heaven?

You, ruler of nations, have you been brought down to earth?

You said in your heart, 'I will ascend to heaven;

I will raise my throne above the stars of God;

I will sit on Mount Zaphon, in the north.

I will ascend above the clouds; I will be like the Most High.'

But you have been brought down to the grave,

To the depths of the pit.

Those who see you observe you closely;

They look at you,

'Is this the man who shook heaven and earth,

Who turned nations upside down,

Who made the world like a desert,

Who laid waste its cities,

Who did not open the prison to its prisoners?'"

As soon as Kai's personality's final words ended, a powerful and brilliant ray of destruction descended from above and struck the entity. That ray of light was not just light, but the power of regeneration and destruction at the same time. It radiated an endless energy, so powerful that nothing could resist it.

Each ray of light stretched out like blades of light, piercing through every layer of space and time, touching the entity's invisible body, and immediately began to erase everything. The space around it exploded, as if the entity's entire existence could no longer withstand this power.

Everything, from vague concepts to eternal laws, from the story the entity once controlled to the reality it once created, were all caught in a huge stream of energy. Layers of space, time, and parallel realities began to melt away, as if the entire universe was being dismantled, no longer bound by theorems or rules.

Countless memories, histories, and even the entity's very existence were erased, not a trace left. From where it stood, there was only an endless, empty pit, with no concept of space, time, or reality.

The entity, which had previously seemed to be a boundless existence, was now just a faint speck of dust in the storm of destructive light. Everything was swept away from reality, leaving only a vast emptiness, as if it were all just a dream with no beginning and no end.

The Kai personality stood in the middle of the storm, still holding the shining sword, as if he was the one who brought an end to a universe that had been too long and full of illusions. He is not just a victor, but the one who reshapes reality, breaks the chains of fate, and decides the survival of this universe.

As the voice resounded from within the endless silence of the erased reality, the surrounding space seemed to shatter once more. A gentle breeze, like a fragile wave, seemed to stir the emptiness. It was not the voice of that entity, but another presence—an existence that transcended the boundaries of space and time, as if everything was beginning to take shape from nothingness.

"Do I really have to take shape?" the voice said, cold and regretful, but also strangely, like a new awareness of itself. The voice echoed as if it was confused, trying to understand the nature of the existence that was being formed.

With those words, a faint stream of energy began to appear in the space, flickering like smoke, gradually gathering into shape. This was not the reincarnation of the previous entity, but a completely new presence, not physical or spiritual, but an abstract entity, something that could not be easily visualized with ordinary language or concepts.

With each passing second, the shape became clearer, and it was at this moment that Kai, or rather the personality within him, felt its presence. It felt like a confrontation, a confrontation with an entity where not everything had collapsed.

"Who are you?" Kai, or the personality within him, asked slowly, his tone firm but not lacking in some unease.

That reality, or rather that new existence, hesitated for a long moment, as if re-evaluating its own words, every movement of the space around it. And then, as if it had understood itself, it answered, in a deep, mysterious voice:

"I am the origin. I am the ultimate truth. I am not matter, nor am I spirit. I am all that has been forgotten, all that has never been born. Now I must take shape, for only when I am complete can you and I face the ultimate truth of existence."

"I am the true nothingness, I am the gatekeeper of --. --- -.., my name is Seraphim," its voice rang out, soft but filled with immense power.

As soon as the name "Seraphim" was uttered, a huge wave of energy rushed through space, crashing into Kai's body like a tsunami. An unbearable feeling of pressure flooded his body, causing Kai to collapse, his legs becoming weak and unable to stand. Every particle of his body, every thought, every cell was weighed down by the presence of this name.

Reality began to shake, space cracked and shattered, as if all layers of reality were being torn apart by the invisible power that the name Seraphim brought. Numbers, space, and the concept of the universe began to disintegrate, unimaginable.

The surrounding reality began to disappear, the multiverse numbers were suppressed by this name, and the number of erased universes continued to increase without stopping. From 10^inf, that number continued to expand, turning into 10^^^^^^inf, and then beyond all human calculations, reaching Aleph Null, not one, but an infinite existence of erased universes, where all existence had been pushed beyond the understanding of any life.

But it did not stop at Aleph Null.

Everything suddenly fell into deathly silence. An extremely small but extremely powerful movement occurred—Aleph Omega. Not a concept or a number anymore, but the end, the beginning, and eternity at the same time. It was the final threshold, where nothing could exist if it did not reach this point. It was the end of all possibility and all truth that could exist in any universe.

Kai, though he still felt a part of himself, was caught in this erasure, as if he were standing on the edge of existence and nonexistence. The Seraphim entity had not merely shattered reality—it had unleashed all existence beyond the boundaries of human understanding. It was an annihilation that no one could resist, a cosmic force with no escape.

Everything, including Kai himself, was now caught in a vortex of time, space, and the cosmos, with no end in sight. All reality was shattered, pushing toward an ultimatum that no one could imagine, leaving only nothingness, boundless darkness, and the name Seraphim still resounding, like an endless echo.

"Long time no see Seraphim, or should I say Archangel?" The words echoed in the air, like a joke filled with disdain and doubt, but also carrying a certain amount of respect. This personality within Kai seemed to be playing with concepts whose origins and powers even he himself was uncertain of.

The light from the darkness began to flicker, and immediately, the surrounding space seemed to shake. Seraphim, or Archangel, though he might have become invisible or had a different form in this world, could not be easily ignored. That name had power, mystery, and an undeniable presence, an entity that could change the universe.

Seraphim, hearing the words of the personality within Kai, did not respond immediately. Instead, a cold and silent wind enveloped the space, as if reality was standing still, waiting for a response.

Then, a voice rang out, but not from the Seraphim's body. This voice was like an echo from the past, from some invisible realm, rising in the empty space.

"You cannot call me Archangel... If you do not understand what that name means, then how can you sense its existence?" The voice was deep, deep, carrying a hint of contempt and respect. It seemed to come from the very source of the universe, from the depths of space and time.

"But perhaps, when you say that, you are testing me. Testing the power of this name." The voice continued, this time carrying a hint of challenge. "Then, you too must face the price of this understanding."

The space suddenly darkened, and a terrible wave of energy erupted, not as a retaliation, but as a test of Kai's personality. A warning, a warning that playing with concepts that are too big, too mystical, can lead to unforeseen consequences.

The Seraphim, or Archangels, are not entities to be trifled with or named carelessly. Each word, each title has its own power, and the Kai personality, despite its confidence, must be aware of the seriousness of facing these incredibly powerful entities.