Volume 8 – Chapter 11: "The Manipulator of All Things"
Silence.
The kind of silence that even eternity couldn't hold.
Erevan floated above an infinite ocean of collapsing realities the remnants of gods, concepts, and systems that once defined existence. His aura was no longer light or shadow; it was totality, an endless convergence of every essence known and unknown.
He lifted a single hand. Creation paused waiting.
And then it happened.
Erevan's soul resonated with everything that could ever be manipulated. The laws of manipulation themselves bent toward him, merging, evolving, ascending.
He gained all forms of manipulation, each layered upon his will:
Reality Manipulation Bending the structure of the cosmos as easily as exhaling.
Existence Manipulation Granting or removing being from anything that ever was.
Concept Manipulation Defining what "life," "death," and "power" even mean.
Causality Manipulation Reversing cause and effect until paradox itself obeyed him.
Narrative Manipulation Rewriting the story that contained existence.
Logic Manipulation Deciding what can or cannot make sense.
Emotion Manipulation Twisting the hearts of infinite souls with a mere thought.
Soul, Energy, Space, and Time Manipulation Commanding the fundamental essence of reality itself.
Probability, Fate, and Infinity Manipulation – Deciding outcomes before they exist.
Meta-Manipulation Manipulating manipulation itself, folding infinite power into singular simplicity.
His form shifted wings of burning equations spread behind him, each feather a law rewritten. His voice carried the vibration of all things, both being and unbeing.
> "No longer am I bound to control creation," Erevan whispered. "Creation now controls through me."
The multiverse flared with every color and concept at once. A million beings ascended just to witness his power and were instantly overwhelmed, their wills rewritten into reverent silence.
From beyond, another entity stirred something formless, undefined, a whisper that came from outside all possible planes of fiction and truth.
It spoke in pure paradox:
> "You have everything… but can you manipulate the absence of all?"
Erevan smiled faintly. His eyes burned through infinity.
> "Then let's see if nothing itself can be rewritten."
And for the first time, he reached beyond the infinite, grasping the concept of Nothingness Manipulation the final piece.
With it, he didn't just shape reality
he shaped the reason it ever existed.