Pages 1–10
Hello, I am David the Monibem and this is the first time I am writing this book. It is neither short nor long. I only hope that by the time anyone reads this book, I am probably already dead. I will reveal the truth about this world.
This world is not small—not small at all. I repeat: if anyone says this world is small, that is a mistake. I have passed through countless worlds. It is not merely small; the distance to reach each one is nearly impossible for the weak. Traveling between any two worlds is almost unfeasible. The path to the second world is endless, but it doesn't stop at endless—it keeps expanding further, without ever reaching a limit.
Every world, even if they share the same name or label, is governed in completely different ways. Each possesses its own unique concept, its own distinct information. Every script, every storyline for them is different. Logic is indispensable—they all obey logic. Every world is equal; no world is superior to another. That is merely how the worlds perceive each other.
What truly manipulates and reigns over them is the True Pair.
The True Pair does not merely originate from gods or get created by gods so that gods can easily rule and manipulate the infinite worlds. A True Pair, to put it simply, refers to the existence of two opposing concepts. A True Pair is not only opposed in the ordinary aspects of each world—it is also a system of True Pairs. Moreover, they oppose each other in aspects that cannot be seen or spoken of—metaphysical aspects.
The first True Pair that structures and reigns over the human world is Creation and Non-Creation.
Creation rules over everything that has been, is being, and will be created.
Non-Creation rules over everything that is not, has never been, and will never be created.
They are the forces that create worlds, create boundaries, and do not create what is uncreated.
The True Pair of Creation and Non-Creation unites and merges together to give rise to a new True Pair: Existence and Non-Existence.
But the True Pair of Creation and Non-Creation has been surpassed and transcended by the pair Existence and Non-Existence, which stands at a higher level and is itself transcendent.
That is the True Pair of Existence and Non-Existence. Their reign and manipulation represent existence and non-existence according to their names. They too unite and merge because they need each other, giving birth to yet another True Pair.
But the mistake repeats.
That new True Pair is once again surpassed and transcended by a higher True Pair: Emptiness and Infinity.
This opposing pair transcends every and all infinite True Pairs layer that have merged and transcended—even the True Pair of Existence and Non-Existence. It is the most extreme True Pair of Infinity and Emptiness. One is the presence of absolute void; the other is endless presence.
This True Pair not only transcends as I have described—it is also the embodiment of those who have escaped every boundary, every aspect, and reached higher layers beyond even this structure.
They are the gods, the emperors, or the "Judges."
But I have never witnessed a time when an emperor surpassed a Judge. Yet, for more than a hundred thousand years recently, I have seen that balance collapse. The Judge I knew has vanished—someone sealed all his energy. Because everyone's energy carries memory, sealing that energy and throwing the Judge somewhere has left me deeply worried about the current power balance.
The actions of the emperors—especially the Crimson Emperor—are now clearly revealed: they want to invade worlds and slaughter gods.
But there is nothing we can hope for—that is what I want to say.
And now I have lost an arm after encountering an entity in the Black Region—a place completely shrouded in darkness. Though my power could have let me escape, there was something that prevented me from using any strength, or rather, my energy was nullified the moment I entered. Now my severed arm bleeds profusely. I don't even know where I am anymore. Here, countless things that do not exist surround me.
It feels like the reverse side of the world.
I will name this place the Anti-World.
I feel that if I stay here much longer, I myself will turn into nothingness in this place.
Since time does not exist here, I don't know how long has passed before I finally escaped. It seems I have returned to some world—because I can see the Fiction Layer.
The Fiction Layer—or as many people call it (I don't know how others read it)—to describe its scale: it consists of infinite fictional structures. These fictional structures continuously stack, nest, and extend infinitely—there is no bottom, no top.
From above, each fiction layer sees the layers below as fiction stacked infinitely. Inside every fiction layer there are again infinite identical fiction layers, and inside those inner layers there are yet more infinite fiction layers, and so on—recursive infinity, bottomless, topless. It is merely a tiny imprisoned fragment inside the world we live in. They are like the narrated stories we know, or simply fiction in the way we think.
Higher realms would probably be the Mighsphere. That is the realm containing the infinite infinities of this world. Yes—our world already contains infinite × infinite × infinite because every world contains fiction layers.
The Mighsphere is the high realm that envelops or contains us. It is where entities made purely of information and concepts are born. The Mighsphere has no time, no space. Beings there follow no biological structure. They have no emotions. They are unbound by any boundary, any law, any rule. Merely approaching them can drive you insane and lead to death due to their existential influence. Their mere presence can—possibly—shatter space in this world.
There is not just one Mighsphere. Like the fiction layers, they are hierarchical. Every Mighsphere contains infinite infinities of worlds exactly like ours, and smaller Mighspheres are the fictional structures of a larger Mighsphere stacked infinitely upon infinitely.
Perhaps it is quite difficult to explain the sheer scale of this damned world. It has gone beyond countable—even gods and emperors cannot count the infinite × infinite × infinite × infinite realms here.
And now I am being chased by some kind of data-eating monster. When I observed it bite something, that thing was instantly turned into data and devoured completely.
*End of pages 1–10*
### Pages 10–15
It's me again, David. Though I still lack one arm and the nullification effect lingers, it's fine—I have created a new mechanical arm.
I can now say there is something that stands even above the Mighsphere, because I am looking down upon the Mighsphere as mere fictional structures. All of it lies within the Omega Layer.
The Omega Layer is known as a higher realm that no longer follows the structures I once understood. It obeys a theory I call the Molecular Theory, or the Hidden Theory.
Why do I say that? Because within the Omega Layers, every elementary particle contains the entire structure of the Omega Layer itself. It is energy—the very first principle, the primal origin. From it, the knowable Omega Layer continuously pours forth. Therefore, a single elementary particle of the Omega Layer contains the whole Omega Layer across every moment of time.
Even the basic particles we know—neutrons, quarks, protons, electrons—each contain infinite or truly infinite possibilities of themselves simultaneously.
The entities here are fundamentally different from those in the Mighsphere.
I hope I will not die, because I can sense that this world… is far from all there is…
*End of pages 10–15*