The sky shimmered in hues of darkness, adorned by countless galaxies that sparkled like distant stars. Beneath this celestial canopy, the world was calm—children played along cobbled roads that weaved through towering palaces and glowing castles. Soft white light bathed the kingdom, a symbol of joy and harmony. It was a picture of nobility, serenity, and splendor.
Near one of the marble-paved courtyards, a young boy pointed towards the sky, excitement in his voice.
"Hey Rahi, who do you think will win the title of Strongest tomorrow at the Cornea Convex?"
Rahi, taller than the others, responded with unwavering pride. "Why are you even asking? Our Master will win tomorrow's Neutrality Ranking competition. I'm sure of it!"
Another child chimed in enthusiastically, "Yeah! I heard rumors that he has eight vortex! Can you imagine that?"
Rahi blinked. "Eight?!" he gasped. "An average Neutrality only has two or three. If that's true, then Master's on a whole different level!"
Rahi clenched his fist, his eyes glinting. "One day, I'll surpass even Master. I'll become the strongest Neutrality, I'll chase the title of Strongest, and I'll gain even more vortex!"
The children burst out laughing.
"Alright, alright!" one of them chuckled. "I'll aim for the same too! But Rahi, don't be silly. Do you even know how hard it is to earn the title of Strongest? This festival only comes once every Destructive Year, and only the most powerful and noble Neutralities get to compete."
Rahi grinned defiantly. "Then watch closely, because one day I'll be the one standing there."
But just as the laughter faded into the quiet hum of the evening...
A fracture tore open in the sky behind them—a breach in space itself. From it burst an intense light, so blinding it drowned out the radiance of every palace and every castle.
People appeared instantly, teleporting from their homes and chambers, gathering on the same road where the children had been playing. They shielded their eyes, murmuring in confusion.
Amid the brilliance, a silhouette emerged—dark and imposing, its features hidden by the overwhelming radiance behind it.
As the light gradually dimmed, the figure became visible.
The tear in space sealed shut behind him. The Might Space healed itself, swallowing the disturbance like it had never existed.
He was tall, his presence commanding. Draped in a long, white coat embroidered with golden threads, he walked with both hands in his pockets. His hair was snow-white, his eyes holding a strange, divine symmetry—each iris bore the symbol of infinity, like mirrored galaxies.
He strode forward like a king returning home. No hesitation. No fear. Only dominance, like a lion walking through his own jungle.
The light fully vanished. Everyone opened their eyes.
There, closest to the man, stood Rahi, staring in awe. The others watched from behind, silent and breathless.
The man surveyed the crowd, then spoke.
"ALL OF YOU."
The moment his voice echoed through the air, every Neutrality present dropped to their knees, crushed by an invisible force—a weight that defied comprehension. Their bodies trembled under its pressure, struggling just to remain upright.
Yet... the children remained standing. Unaffected. Bewildered.
The man walked towards Rahi—the boy closest to him.
He knelt slightly, placing a hand gently atop Rahi's head, fingers brushing through his hair in a kind gesture.
Then, as the warmth in his eyes faded, he rose again. His smile disappeared.
"You've all forgotten," he said coldly, "what it means to show respect… to those above you."
Removing his hand from Rahi's head, he turned and walked towards the crowd, each of his steps echoing like a bell of authority.
"My name is Infinity," he announced. "I am a Supreme. I've come here to deliver a message… from our Father."
A man from the crowd, teeth clenched, struggled against the pressure and raised his head, gasping, "Supremes...? They don't exist. Those are just stories! We, the Neutralities, are the apex. There's nothing above us."
Infinity turned his gaze to him, calm and cold.
"Don't waste your energy. You can't overcome the pressure. You're being held in what I call Infinite Hold of Reality. You are not experiencing true infinity because I'm applying equal resistance in the opposite direction—to keep you alive. Only infinity can cancel out infinity. You're trapped in the balance point… powerless."
Silence. The man's defiance crumbled.
Then—snap—a sudden ripple of power shimmered nearby. Another figure appeared via teleportation, then two more followed in quick succession. All three were clad in noble attire, their presence regal.
The first bowed, placing a hand on his chest.
"My name is Vishnu," he said respectfully.
Rahi's eyes widened. "Master...? What is he doing here…? And who is this man…?"
Vishnu turned and pointed toward a man with black hair and glowing red eyes.
"This is Shiva, King of Realis," he announced.
Shiva stepped forward. His voice was calm, resonant. "I am the Neutrality of Destruction. Vishnu is the Neutrality of Order. And this…" he gestured to the third, a white-haired man with three heads and pitch-black eyes, "is Brahma, the Neutrality of Creation."
Infinity nodded.
"So, the Tridev… fragments of Parambrahm himself."
His gaze fixed on Shiva.
"As king, you shall receive the message."
Shiva stepped closer. "Very well. Let's talk inside the Realic Palace."
But Infinity shook his head, a subtle smirk curling on his lips.
"No. I can't stay long in this Might Space. My presence is already destabilizing your world."
The air grew tense. Even Vishnu, Shiva, and Brahma remained silent.
Infinity continued, "Hear me, all Neutralities. The Supremes are offering you a chance. Our Father has decreed… any being who attains fifty vortex shall evolve into a Supreme."
Murmurs erupted across the kneeling Neutralities.
"Fifty vortex?! That's insane!"
"Even the Tridev haven't reached that!"
Vishnu raised a hand. "Everyone, calm yourselves!"
Shiva's brow furrowed. "We understand the message… but fifty vortex? In all history, the highest ever achieved was eight —and that was by Vishnu."
"How are we supposed to reach such power?"
Infinity's voice remained calm. "Don't misunderstand. This isn't an order. No one is forcing you. My Father simply said—if someone can reach fifty vortex, they'll earn the right to become a Supreme."
Shiva's eyes narrowed. "Then… how many vortex do you Supremes possess?"
Infinity chuckled softly.
"None. Supremes do not rely on vortex. We are no longer bound by universes. We are multiversal beings. If you must compare… you may consider it more than a billion vortex. But remember this—our strength cannot be measured by your standards."
The silence that followed was absolute.
Eyes widened. Minds shattered.
Then, Infinity turned to leave.
"It's time I return to the Light Space."
He lifted his arm. With a simple swing, he sliced through the air, and a new breach opened in the Might Space like a wound in the world. He stepped through it… and vanished. The breach closed, leaving only a faint shimmer behind.
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Suddenly, a gasp.
Rahi's eyes snapped open. Sweat beaded his forehead. He sat cross-legged atop a high mountain, deep in meditation.
"Fifty vortex…" he whispered.
"I'm still far. I've only reached… six."