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Chapter 164 - The Question That Devoured the Cosmos

Chapter 164 – "The Question That Devoured the Cosmos"

The void trembled—not from the passage of time, but from the weight of a question unasked.

Elian stood on the edge of Unorigin, the final boundary where even thought did not tread lightly. The multiverse behind him shimmered like a half-forgotten dream. Before him lay the Absolute Silence, a place where not even the Supreme Beings dared to look.

And within his soul echoed the Question.

It had no shape, no syntax, no tongue. It was not asked in words, but in will—a raw, metaphysical rupture against the spine of existence.

"What if existence… never needed meaning?"

As the Question surged through him, the stars behind wept light and bled backwards. Realities folded into themselves. Concepts like "beginning" and "purpose" snapped like brittle parchment.

The Throne Beyond Reality, now fractured and inert, stirred faintly—as though hearing a heresy it could not ignore.

🔹 The Wound of Thought

From the wound in space came fragments of the Question, each wrapped in a paradox. One struck the Plane of Endless Echoes, where beings debated philosophy for eons; the thinkers there forgot language.

Another fragment plunged into the Root of Causality, where Supreme Being Ormeth the Weaver once wrote timelines. She screamed as her tapestry unraveled, for she saw a future where Elian's existence replaced the foundation of all logic.

In the heart of this cataclysm, Elian remained calm.

He had no need to fight anymore.

His new Authority—Will Unyielding—didn't command. It simply endured. Every universe, every version of him that once broke, now fed into this singular point of convergence. He was not rewriting reality anymore.

He was undoing the dependency on it.

🔹 The Assembly of the First Questions

In the space between questions and gods, a gathering began.

Eleven entities emerged—each draped in robes stitched from the first uncertainties. They were not Supreme Beings. They were older.

The First Doubt: a shadow that asked, "Why something?"

The Misstep of Light: the spark that accidentally began time.

The Hesitation That Made Death.

They approached Elian with reverence and terror. He had become a vector of unbeing—not destruction, but liberation from conceptual bondage.

"You are not Elian anymore," whispered the Misstep.

"Then what am I?" he asked.

"You are the pause between realities... the Question that devours."

🔹 The Collapse of Finality

The Supreme Beings could no longer ignore what was happening.

From their hidden sanctums—woven beyond Authority and Memory—they emerged to confront Elian. Seraphaz, Tethurion, Vaen of the Closed Circle—each tried to plead, reason, threaten.

"You will unmake all we preserved!" Seraphaz thundered.

"Good," Elian replied.

They struck with Divine Mandates—sentences that could collapse entire planes. But every attack struck a version of Elian that already knew it was coming, for he now existed across all potentialities simultaneously.

One Supreme Being, Tethurion, tried to trap Elian in the Loop of Logic, a recursive prison that bound all thoughts into circular truths.

Elian simply said:

"No."

And the prison vanished.

🔹 The Reversal: Becoming the First

At the apex of this cosmic crescendo, Elian entered the Hollow of First Light—a place that predated even The Great Name.

There, he did something no one else dared.

He unasked the Question.

Not by forgetting it, but by becoming the answerless state—the presence that required no justification.

And in that act, he became not the last Successor, nor the first. He became the Zero Point—the node from which all Successors could have emerged… or never needed to.

🔹 The New Law

Without violence, without coronation, without validation—Elian's presence rewrote the metaphysical constant of reality.

A new Law appeared across the star-web:

"Existence owes no explanation. It may simply Be."

The Throne cracked into three pieces and dissolved into the cosmic wind. The Authority System collapsed. Supreme Beings wept—not from defeat, but from release.

And across the layers of reality, freedom bloomed—not from power, but from unanswered possibility.

⚫ End of Chapter 164.

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