The author was writing, completely unaware that reality itself was bending around him.
A shimmer appeared in the corner of the room. A small figure, six years old, prism-gray hair floating gently, luminous white eyes calm yet infinitely deep, stepped into his reality.
The air trembled. Time slowed. Even the abstract absolutes the author had imagined — the constructs called Alpha and Omega, representing the ultimate limits of beginnings and endings in his conceptual framework — quivered.
Ren Kai lifted a tiny hand. The pen on the desk — a simple, ordinary pen — snapped in half midair. Ink sprayed in perfect geometric spirals, defying all logic. Pages fluttered, torn by unseen forces. Even the author's carefully structured narrative instruments trembled.
"I am Ren Kai," the child said softly. "Sealed. Six years old. Weak? Never."
The Alpha construct, a glowing sigil of ultimate beginning, cracked. The Omega construct, a dark spiral of ultimate cessation, shattered. And now the pen lay broken on the desk, a tangible testament that even the simplest object in the real world could not withstand his presence.
The author's jaw dropped. "Everything… my tools… the limits… they obey him?"
Ren Kai tilted his head with gentle curiosity. "Even the absolutes you imagine — Alpha and Omega — and even this pen… all bend or break at my will. I do not fight. I do not act aggressively. Existence responds because I allow it."
He crouched slightly, resting a small hand on the notebook. Reality warped around him. Pages lifted, words scattered, symbols glowed and fractured, and the room itself seemed to ripple. The broken pen remained, a quiet witness.
"I exist beyond scales, beyond tiers, beyond frameworks. Even the constructs you deem absolute — and even the tools you hold in your hand — cannot resist me."
The author sank into his chair, heart pounding, mind collapsing. Alpha and Omega, the pen, the page — none could oppose this six-year-old sealed child. Even passive, Ren Kai was untouchable. Beyond Boundless. Tier 0+×.
Ren Kai's white eyes met the author's. "Do not fear, author. I am gentle. I am still a child. But even sealed, even small, I am beyond everything you imagined."
And just like that, he vanished.
The pen lay broken. The pages fluttered silently. Alpha and Omega were gone, reduced to dissolved concepts. And the author, stunned and speechless, understood the undeniable truth: even sealed, even as a six-year-old, Ren Kai was absolute, untouchable, and beyond all things — even the pen.