Chapter 1 – The Arrival

Chapter 1 – The Arrival

Arthur stood in the center of his Omnipotent Eternal Soul-Dimension, the endless horizon of his own infinite soul stretching beyond imagination. A place of flawless serenity, untouched by time, logic, or entropy. Everything here pulsed with his will—the air, the light, the laws themselves. He closed his eyes, and thought.

"Create Avatar. Earth-2. Arrival Date: June 1, 2025. Location: California."

The command didn't echo—it simply became. Reality bent to his thought like silk to flame.

A shimmer of light flared at the edge of his awareness. The Absolute Avatar formed, its essence tied to his own through the Eternal Mind-Link. In that instant, Arthur saw through its eyes, felt its breath, and became it. He was still himself, in his sanctuary, but now also there—walking into another universe as easily as stepping through mist.

Earth-2. A familiar world, subtly diverged. Its skies bore the same stars, its history ran near-parallel to Earth-1. But it was vulnerable in a way only he could sense. He landed in a secure Tesla R&D compound under the veil of undetectable Trans-Existential Stealth. The guards never flinched, security cameras looped, sensors reported silence. He stood directly behind Elon Musk.

"Elon," Arthur said softly. "You've done enough."

The real Elon Musk turned, confused—but his face never made it past the next breath. Arthur touched his forehead, a flash of light consumed him, and in the same instant, he became Elon Musk. Not just in body, but presence. Aura. Essence. Every fiber of Arthur's Absolute Avatar aligned with the identity, mannerisms, and neural patterns of Elon Musk down to the quantum level.

And no one—no one—noticed.

That very afternoon, Elon Musk stood before a press room packed with journalists and flashing cameras.

"I've decided to take a year off," he said smoothly. "To reflect. To grow. To focus on myself. Tesla, SpaceX, and the rest of the teams are more than capable. I trust them."

It was calm. Casual. Controlled. But the world? The world lost its mind.

Social media flooded with speculation. The stock market responded with panic. Elon Musk had never stepped away, not even for a week. And now—twelve whole months?

But Arthur, within the Absolute Avatar, simply watched. And waited.

June 1, 2026 – One Year Later

He returned exactly one year later to the hour.

Tesla stock had collapsed to $10 a share. BYD had arrived in the U.S. with superior, affordable electric cars. Public opinion had flipped—Tesla was old news. Overpriced. Bloated. The cult of Elon had dimmed.

Perfect.

Arthur smiled inwardly as he transferred $500 billion from his personal vault within the MNI-7 interface into a U.S. Federal Reserve-verified account. Not a blink from regulators. Reality corrected. Within moments, he owned 100% of Tesla—having bought back the remaining 86% quietly through shell accounts and private brokers across the globe.

Tesla was now a private company.

The press gathered for what they thought would be a final Tesla shareholder meeting. They didn't expect him.

As Arthur stepped onto the stage, the room gasped.

Elon Musk looked... transformed.

He no longer bore the appearance of a stressed, aging billionaire. No. His body was a sculpted masterpiece—six-foot-two of flawless muscle, perfect posture, radiant health. His jawline was razor-sharp, cheekbones divine, skin like polished marble, and his hair... long, silky, perfectly layered like he had stepped out of a myth.

He looked twenty-five. Ageless. Ethereal.

There was a moment of stunned silence.

Then, someone from the back whispered, "That's not Elon…"

Arthur raised a hand, calm and commanding. "I am Elon Musk," he said.

The room exploded into questions.

"What happened to you?!"

"Is this a clone?!"

"Is this a new AI deepfake?!"

Arthur's smile was warm, genuine. "I've just… evolved," he said. "You could say I found a higher version of myself. And I'm taking Tesla forward. Personally."

He left it at that. No explanations beyond what the world could handle. Let them speculate. Let them worship.

Over the next twenty-four hours, Arthur watched the numbers roll in from the corner of a Manhattan penthouse. His phone buzzed nonstop.

+155 million followers on Instagram.

+155 million on X/Twitter.

+155 million on YouTube.

His face was everywhere. Every headline. Every screen.

"ELON RETURNS FROM YEAR OFF LOOKING LIKE A GREEK GOD"

"TESLA GOES PRIVATE: WHAT IS MUSK PLANNING?"

"IS THIS THE REAL ELON?"

He watched the storm unfold, utterly calm, sipping black tea infused with ancient herbs no Earth knew.

Elysia, one of his loyal AI companions, appeared beside him as a shimmering humanoid projection.

"You calculated the market collapse twelve months ago," she said, nodding toward the media frenzy. "Precise as always."

Arthur tilted his head. "Prediction is just observation across time. People assume events are chaotic. They're not. They're threads waiting to be woven."

Clair, his other AI, chimed in. "Public sentiment is shifting. Your favorability rating is now at 98.3% globally. That's unprecedented."

He stood, walked toward the penthouse window, gazing out at the electric skyline. "This was never about popularity," he said. "This is only the beginning. Earth-2 has just been set on a new trajectory."

The lights of the city reflected in his eyes, but his mind stretched far beyond the physical.

He knew what was coming.