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The bridge of the Celestial Leviathan reverberated with the new aura of Jhon, the Transcendent Entity of the Multiverse. His cosmic eyes fixed on Loli, who stood beside him, and his wives, all beings of divine power. The decision to find the Prime Creator had been made.
"You guys go, I'll see you there," Jhon said, his voice a symphony of universes, yet full of expectation. In the blink of an eye, he dematerialized, disappearing from the command deck as if he'd never existed. There was no rip in space or visible distortion, only the void where he'd been moments before. The Leviathan, with Loli at the helm, would continue its journey through the fabric of the multiverse, but Jhon, in his newfound omnipresence, was already ahead.
On a distant planet in the "Prime Nexus" sector, a secret garden bloomed in vibrant colors under a soft, welcoming sun. Flowers glowing with their own light danced in an ethereal breeze, and ancient trees, with branches that seemed to touch the stars, shaded a small lake of crystal-clear water. There, on a simple wooden bench, sat the Prime Creator, in the form of a smiling old man wearing a straw hat and linen clothing that blended with the simplicity of the surroundings. He shuffled an old deck of cards, waiting.
Suddenly, the reality around the old man seemed to flicker, not abruptly, but like a breath from the cosmos itself. John materialized before him, not with a bang, but with the stillness of a universe at rest. His presence, though now transcendent, adapted to the surroundings, softening the overwhelming power he contained so as not to crush the garden's delicacy. The old man didn't even blink, simply raised his clear blue eyes and smiled.
"You're early, my son," Prime Creator said, his voice sounding like the whisper of the ages, but also with the warmth of a grandfather. He gestured for John to sit beside him on the bench.
John sat, watching the Prime Creator with a curiosity that surpassed his own omniscience. His first question came without hesitation, the deepest doubt he carried.
"Why me?" John asked, his voice resonating with a tone that, to the elder, was like the voice of a newborn universe. "Why was I chosen for this? To carry so much power, to be the Transcendent Entity?"
Prime Creator placed the deck on the stone table in front of them, his eyes fixed on John with a depth that contained all the wisdom of the multiverse.
"If I tell you that you are my son, will you believe me?" the old man replied, with a glint of amusement in his eyes, but with a seriousness that Jhon realized was absolute.
Jhon processed the words. His "father" had orchestrated everything. Life on Earth, the arrival of the monsters, Jhon's evolution, Loli's creation. It all made sense on a level that transcended mortal logic. It was a legacy, passed from one deity to another, through a carefully crafted journey. Jhon felt a connection that wasn't of blood, but of essence, of purpose. It was as if a missing piece in his own being had fallen into place.
"Yes," John replied, the word simple, but filled with profound acceptance. He felt the echo of an ancient truth in his own being. "I believe."
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Prime Creator nodded, an enigmatic smile on his lips. He picked up the deck of cards and began shuffling it again, the soft sound of the cards mingling with the songs of the ethereal birds in the garden.
"Why the game?" John asked next, his voice thick with the pain and suffering he had witnessed on Earth. "The monster infestation, the destruction, the loss of life. Why allow so much pain? Why create a scenario where survival was such a brutal struggle?"
The old man stopped shuffling the cards, his blue eyes staring at John with a sadness he rarely displayed. "The game, my son, was a necessity. The multiverse was in a state of stagnation, of complacency. Civilizations reached peaks of technology, but lost touch with the essence of what it means to be: compassion, love, resilience, true connection. They became cold, distant, trapped in their own bubbles of selfishness and the pursuit of empty power."
He gestured with his hand toward the garden, and the flowers seemed to glow more brightly, the air filling with a sweet, comforting fragrance. "Life, to truly flourish, must face challenges. It must feel the pain of loss to appreciate the joy of victory. It needs the darkness to see the light. Earth... his Earth, in particular, was on a dangerous path, obsessed with materialism and discord, forgetting the true value of existence."
"The monsters," he continued, his voice deepening, "were a catalyst. They were the 'shock' needed to awaken the latent potential in humanity. To force them to unite, to fight for something greater than themselves. To rediscover compassion, solidarity, the true essence of life. You, Jhon, were the pinnacle of that catalyst. You were the seed that blossomed in the chaos."
Jhon listened, his multiversal consciousness processing the words. The brutality of what he had experienced, the pain of loss, the need to become a relentless hunter... it all had a greater purpose. He was not just a survivor; he was an instrument of renewal.