Date (Real World): Wednesday, March 1, 2025. 4:22 AM. Location: The Axiomatic White Room / Ruined Shinjuku / The Wonder World.
I. The Awakening of the Fallen Son
The Unknown God (Null) had momentarily shattered the will of Satan 666 in the Axiomatic White Room, but the respite was brief. The inert, headless torso of Satan began to convulse violently, a signal of a terrifying conceptual shift. Satan decided that the loss of pride was worse than any conceptual price, draining his deepest well of Kinetic Code to achieve absolute power.
"I can't be held!" an ancient, commanding voice thundered, raw and absolute.
Satan's wounds vanished as his entire being swelled. His God-hood stats—Strength, Speed, and Endurance—increased by one thousand percent. His white hair drained the conceptual color from his head, becoming stark white, and his blood-red eyes cracked, forming a distinct, terrifying black cross pupil, mirroring Null's authority.
Satan was back, and he was the definition of infinite, bloodthirsty fury.
He didn't use a dimensional rift; he simply punched the closing conceptual fabric of the Axiomatic White Room.
C R A S H.
Satan's hand ripped through the void, grabbing Null by the neck. In a flash of pure speed, he dragged the Unknown God back through the rift, slamming him into the infinite white floor.
"You left me!" Satan roared, his face now split by a horrifying, joyful smile, blood and conceptual plasma leaking from the edges. He laughed wildly through the pain. "You dared to leave your Father's work unfinished!"
He threw a devastating punch that buckled the structure of Null's face. "You cannot lock away what is required to finish the story! Death can't hold itself, boy! I am the necessary ending!"
II. The Silver King and The Final Question
In the face of infinite suffering and the onslaught of the ascended God of Scales, Null let go of the concept of the "Perfect Fighter" and claimed his birthright as the balanced Lord of the Code.
Satan raised both hands, summoning the full weight of his domain. From a mile-wide conceptual tear poured One Sextrillion Demons—spectral, wailing figures of pure torment who swarmed Null not to attack, but to beg for salvation from their eternal suffering.
"Save us, Lord! Free us from the endless flame!" they wailed, piling onto his body.
Null's transformation was instant.
Massive black wings of pure conceptual shadow tore from his back, batting away the wailing army. The Light and Dark Codes within him stabilized, achieving Absolute Equilibrium.
His jet-black hair turned a dazzling, impossibly bright white-silver. His blue eyes faded to a cold, judgmental pure grey. The black cross in his pupils became impossibly sharp, and above his brow, a crystalline silver crown materialized.
The Silver King.
His form flowed with the seamless blend of Life (Asura) and Darkness (Umbros). The dual energies coalesced above his right hand, hardening into a Silver Sword—the sharpest blade in this verse, capable of slicing conceptual shields and axiomatic laws.
The Silver King looked down upon the screaming, eternally smiling Satan.
"Death doesn't need to hold you since you are Death," the Silver King stated, his voice a low, cold vibration that echoed the will of the Code. He paused, asking the ultimate question of his opponent's existence:
"Does Death itself feel pain? Does it bleed?"
The Silver King's silver sword lowered slightly. "Guess I will have to see for myself."
His dark wings propelled him downward, slicing through the conceptual air toward the ecstatic, bloodthirsty God of Scales.
Satan threw back his head, roaring with joy. "Try me!" he screamed, launching himself upward to meet the Silver King's descent.
III. The World Quake and The 100-Million-Year Shield (Fang POV)
Location: The Wonder World, Perimeter Defense.
The entire Wonder World dimension quaked—a violent, shuddering tremor caused by the conceptual collision of the Silver King and the Ascended Satan.
Kai, frantic, watched a corrupted Stone user collapse, having succumbed to the rule: Do not hold the Stone for more than one hour. Kai and the others continued their task of escorting the corrupted, but not killing them.
"The battle has left the conceptual safe-zone. The fallout is tearing at the fabric of the Earth's dimensional anchor," Fang commanded, his massive Dark Dragon form ascending toward the strained dimensional ceiling.
Kai looked up, seeing the raw Conceptual Energy leaking through the shield. "Master Fang! We have to go back out there! The King of Stone could attack at any moment!"
Fang lowered his massive head, his voice echoing with absolute antiquity.
"The time for preparation is over. The time for the Final Law is here." Kai was stunned. "Woah. Then... how old are you, Master Fang?"
The Dark Dragon paused, looking out toward the conceptual strain.
"I am currently one hundred million years old. And now, may the world be shielded."
Fang unleashed a torrent of pure, unadulterated Conceptual Shadow. The ocean, the ground, the very air over the main dimension of Earth—all turned a uniform, comforting darkness. This was the Eternal Veil, a conceptual shell that Fang had been maintaining since the first God-wars.
IV. The Conceptual Lecture: The Author and The Axiom
As the immediate world was shielded, Fang maintained the effort while speaking to the remaining students.
Daniel, the most intellectual of the group, stared at Fang, absorbing the revelation of his age and the scale of the shield. "A shield of that scale, Master Fang, is beyond the Prime Stones. You were created before the current Age. You know Him. You know The Almighty."
Fang confirmed the truth with a deep, conceptual sigh.
"I am the First Thought. I was created from His direct, initial intention, before the Code, to serve as the structural guide for the creation He would forge. The war you witness is merely a tremor in His narrative."
Daniel took a step closer, his eyes intense. "Why? Why all of this destruction? If He is the source of everything, why does He not simply fix the King of Stone or stop Satan?"
Fang began the full explanation, his voice laced with the cold logic of eternity.
"The Almighty's existence is conceptually prior to yours, to mine, to the Stars, and to the Code itself. He does not possess power; He is the Axiom upon which all power is defined."
The Origin: Boredom and the Narrative
"The Almighty existed in a state of Non-Existence—a reality before reality. This state was eternal, and thus, conceptually... boring. To alleviate the scarcity of Novelty, He decided to author a narrative. The first act of creation was the Concept of Law itself. The universe, the multiverses, the Code—all of it is a single, massive experiment designed to observe the unpredictable nature of Free Will."
The Gifts and Family
"His physical creation stems from His dual conceptual reality. The basic Elemental Stones—the tools of your dimension—were formed from the crystallization of His Tears—His sorrow and grief over the predicted path of humanity. But the Prime Stones—the source of our power—they were forged from His Blood. The Prime Stones are pieces of His own conceptual essence, split into Laws of Existence. This is why if you were to fuse every Prime Stone and strike Him, the attack would instantly fail; a piece of His own blood cannot conceptually declare war on its core being."
"The Gods—Umbros, Asura—were created from a piece of His Hair, mixed with that very Blood. They are His direct Concept-Anchors."
Satan and Non-Interference
"And Satan is the most complex. He is the Fallen Son—a being who became consumed by the vanity of his own God-hood. His rebellion is a profound, cosmic cry for His Father's Intervention. Satan believes if he causes enough chaos, the Almighty will step in and give him the acknowledgment he craves. The war is an act of spiritual loneliness."
"But The Almighty does not interfere. He is bound by His own conceptual decree of Non-Interference because to do so would invalidate the entire experiment. He created Free Will; He must let it play out, even unto dimensional destruction."
Daniel realized the horrific truth. "So... the destruction is just... necessary? And if Null were to fail, The Almighty would just be bored again?"
"He would simply delete the paragraph," Fang said bluntly. "And begin writing the next volume of existence. Our role, therefore," Fang concluded, looking at the assembled team, "is to ensure the Silver King has the necessary protection and support to complete his ordained purpose. We hold the shield. He wields the sword."
End of chapter 69
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