The void hung in an eerie stillness, a silence so profound it felt as though reality itself was holding its breath. Then it came—a single pulse. A heartbeat. A tremor that radiated outward, touching every corner of existence.
In the endless expanse of darkness, a figure began to emerge. He did not step forward or descend from the heavens; he simply appeared, as though his presence was always meant to be. The cosmos twisted around him, bending in submission. This was Cosmic, the being whose existence defined balance and order across all realities.
His body was a celestial masterpiece, a constantly shifting form made of galaxies, supernovae, and spiraling nebulae. Stars pulsed in rhythmic harmony across his chest, while black holes circled his arms like decorative armbands. The edges of his form blurred into the fabric of space itself, making it impossible to tell where he ended and the cosmos began. His voice, when it came, was not a sound but a resonance, reverberating across every dimension simultaneously.
Cosmic: I am here.
The void responded to his presence, bending and rippling like water disturbed by an immovable force. His eyes—portals of swirling galaxies and burning white light—opened, locking onto the chaotic figure standing before him.
Copi stood motionless for a moment, his jagged grin splitting wider. His flickering, unstable form bristled with anticipation. Chaos incarnate, he was a living rejection of Cosmic's order. His eyes, pitch black and hungry, burned with a madness that could not be contained.
Copi: (mockingly) Finally. The big man arrives. Took you long enough, Cosmic. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me.
Cosmic didn't respond immediately. His gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the destruction wrought by Copi's chaos. Stars collapsed into themselves in the distance, entire dimensions blinking out of existence as Copi's presence corrupted everything it touched.
Cosmic: (calmly) You've disrupted balance for far too long, Copi. It ends here.
Copi tilted his head, his grin twisting into something sharper, almost predatory.
Copi: (laughing) Ends? Oh no, no, no. This is where it begins. You're playing checkers, Cosmic, while I'm rewriting the board. This—this is art.
He raised a jagged, clawed hand, and the air around him erupted in spirals of chaotic energy. The void itself screamed as reality buckled and twisted, torn apart by his will.
Copi: (mockingly) So tell me, old friend—what's your next move?
Cosmic raised his hand, and the galaxies swirling across his chest converged into a single, blinding point of light. The energy condensed further, forming a radiant sphere that pulsed with the power of countless worlds. Without a word, he hurled it toward Copi.
The sphere didn't travel—it was, instantaneously appearing in front of Copi. The chaotic being's grin widened as he raised his own hand, a jagged blade of raw, unfiltered chaos materializing in his grip. He swung the blade, cleaving the sphere in two. The resulting explosion wasn't just loud—it was felt, a shockwave that rippled across dimensions, tearing apart the fabric of reality itself.
Copi: (laughing) That all you've got? Come on, Cosmic, I was expecting something a little more final.
Before the energy of the explosion could settle, Cosmic was already moving. He appeared behind Copi, his hand glowing with a golden light. With a single motion, he struck, the force of the blow collapsing the void around them.
Copi staggered forward, his chaotic form flickering, but his grin remained.
Copi turned, his jagged blade morphing into a spear that pulsed with unstable energy. He hurled it toward Cosmic, the weapon tearing through space as it traveled. Cosmic raised his hand, the spear stopping inches from his form, held in place by an invisible force.
Cosmic: (calmly) Chaos is predictable. It will always destroy itself.
With a flick of his wrist, Cosmic sent the spear hurtling back toward Copi. The chaotic being dodged effortlessly, his form dissolving into fragments before reforming a few feet away.
Copi: (grinning) Predictable, huh? Let's test that theory.
He raised both hands, his fingers clawing through the air as countless portals opened around them. From each portal emerged tendrils of chaos, twisting and writhing as they lunged toward Cosmic. The tendrils didn't just aim to strike—they tore at the very fabric of reality, leaving jagged rips in their wake.
Cosmic moved with effortless grace, his form shimmering as he weaved through the onslaught. Each tendril that came close was burned away by the radiant light emanating from his body. His movements were precise, calculated, as though he could see the attacks before they even happened.
Copi: (sharply) Not bad. But let's turn it up a notch.
The portals began to merge, their chaotic energy coalescing into a massive vortex that spiraled toward Cosmic. The force of it distorted space, dragging entire fragments of reality into its center. Cosmic stood firm, his body glowing brighter as he extended his hand.
Cosmic: Enough.
A wave of golden light erupted from his palm, colliding with the vortex. The impact created a blinding flash, and for a moment, all was silent. When the light faded, the void was still once more, the vortex gone.
Copi emerged from the shadows, his grin now replaced by a look of genuine excitement.
Copi: (softly) Oh, Cosmic... this is going to be fun.
The void trembled as Copi's eyes pulsed, widening briefly before narrowing back to normal. He extended his hand, summoning everything Cosmic had thrown at him—every beam, every sphere of energy, every fragment of destruction—but now amplified to an unimaginable scale. Each attack returned with power 950,000 times stronger and faster, distorting space and time as they converged into a single unstoppable force.
Copi: How... quaint.
With a casual snap of his fingers, the entire arsenal surged forward. The attacks tore through the void at incomprehensible speeds, the fabric of reality bending, breaking, and screaming in protest. Dimensions folded and collapsed as the combined assault raced toward Cosmic like the wrath of countless universes.
Yet, Cosmic did not flinch.
He stood still, radiant as ever, his celestial form glowing brighter as the wave of chaos enveloped him. When the explosion came, it wasn't just seen or heard—it was felt, a shockwave that rippled across all of existence, wiping out stars, realms, and concepts alike.
And when the light faded, there he was—Cosmic. Unmoved, unfazed, and untouched, standing as though nothing had happened.
Cosmic: Copi, do you now know your place?
For a fleeting moment, Copi's jagged grin wavered, his black eyes narrowing slightly. Then, his grin widened once more, sharp and maddening.
Copi: My place? Cosmic, I stand at the pinnacle of all beings.
Cosmic's radiant eyes locked onto Copi's chaotic ones, a calm yet unyielding presence in his gaze.
Cosmic: But there is always... a superior being.
For the first time, Copi's expression shifted, his grin curling into something darker. Then, laughter erupted from him, wild and uncontrollable.
Copi: Khaaaaahahahahahaa. Superior? You? You are nothing but an obstacle, a nuisance. If you can even survive my disintegration ability, maybe I'll consider taking you seriously. Until then, you're an eyesore, Cosmic.
Cosmic observed him quietly, his thoughts racing with calculation.
Cosmic: (thinking) Does he truly believe he has the means to defeat me? Or is this arrogance masking something deeper?
His gaze drifted momentarily to the side, where a faintly glowing orb floated beside him, barely visible against the backdrop of the void. A core. Small, fragile, yet carrying immeasurable importance.
Cosmic: (thinking) The only way through my defenses is to break my Linguard. If he manages to shatter this core...
He turned his gaze back to Copi, his expression unreadable.
Cosmic: (thinking) ...then this verse, this story, everything... will end.
Cosmic descended gracefully, his radiant form touching the ground with purpose.
Cosmic: No matter. I will do this for Dark.
Copi tilted his head, his grin sharpening as he watched Cosmic's movements.
Copi: Huh?
Cosmic extended his hand, galaxies within his chest spiraling faster, converging into a singularity of golden light.
Cosmic: Verse Disintegration.
The void screamed as the attack took form, a concentrated force capable of unraveling all existence. Copi's grin faltered for the briefest moment, but then his chaotic aura flared.
Copi: Copy. Duplicate.
Perfectly in sync, Copi replicated Cosmic's move. An identical golden singularity formed in his grasp, the sheer weight of it distorting the fabric of reality. The two stood still, each holding the fate of existence in their hands.
Cosmic: Cancel.
With a single word, Cosmic's attack dissolved into harmless particles of light. Copi's mirrored move destabilized, collapsing into nothingness. For a moment, the void was still.
Copi took a step back, his jagged grin twitching as realization dawned.
Cosmic: Forgive me, Shou. But it's time for your failed creation to disappear.
As the word "disappear" left Cosmic's lips, Copi's form began to unravel. His chaotic energy disintegrated, his atoms dissolving into the void. His grin vanished, replaced by a flicker of disbelief.
Cosmic turned, his radiant form glowing softly as he began to walk away.
Cosmic: Forgive me...
A voice cut through the silence.
Copi: ...Oi...
Cosmic's eyes widened, a fraction of a second's hesitation before he turned slightly.
Copi: Where'd you think I'd go?
Cosmic fully turned, his expression calm but focused.
Cosmic: Seal.
The word reverberated through the void as Copi's form was pulled upward, his chaotic essence ripped apart and drawn into the 9th Wall—a prison beyond comprehension, far removed from any reality.
The scene shifted abruptly.
A small room. Simple. A gaming setup hummed in the corner, its soft glow illuminating posters on the walls and a slightly unmade bed. A desk cluttered with notebooks and snack wrappers sat beneath a mounted monitor. A closet door hung slightly ajar, revealing an array of hoodies and shoes. At the center of it all sat a young man, his medium-build frame leaning back in a gaming chair. Glasses perched on his nose, he stared at the screen, utterly unaware of what was about to happen.
And then, Copi appeared.
The chaotic being materialized in the center of the room, his jagged grin returning as he looked around in confusion.
Copi: Huh? What the hell is this place? Who the hell are you?
The young man turned in his chair, his expression calm, almost bored. He adjusted his glasses, his gaze meeting Copi's.
???: Copi. Go back.
Copi groaned, throwing his hands up.
Copi: Ughhh, alright, alright, Mr. Writer.
With a flick of his wrist, Copi vanished.
Cosmic stood motionless, his radiant form unchanged. Then, Copi reappeared behind him, his chaotic energy crackling.
Copi: Surprise, you idiot.
He swung, his chaotic fist aimed squarely at Cosmic's back. But the strike stopped inches away, blocked by the Linguard.
Cosmic: Not bad. So, you are capable of returning even after being sent to the Writer himself. Impressive.
Cosmic paused, his radiant form flickering as he sighed softly.
Cosmic: Finally.
Copi tilted his head, curious.
Copi: Hmm? What is it?
Cosmic: Neither of us has even used a nanofraction of our O.P., yet here you are, still standing. I must admit, I am impressed.
The void quaked as the tension between them reached a breaking point. Without another word, they moved.
The battle resumed with unrelenting ferocity. Blasts of radiant light clashed with waves of chaotic energy, each impact creating shockwaves that shattered stars and tore dimensions asunder. Their movements were incomprehensible, faster than thought, each strike carrying the weight of countless worlds.
Cosmic unleashed beams of light, each one precise and devastating, while Copi countered with spirals of chaos, bending reality to his will. Their fight transcended logic, a storm of power that no being could comprehend.
Copi: Is that all, Cosmic? Where's your conviction?
Cosmic: Conviction? You'll find it when you fall.
The scene shifts abruptly, the violent clash between Cosmic and Copi giving way to a realm steeped in eerie silence. Sukojo sat slumped on his throne, his kimono slightly disheveled, a faint crack running through the ethereal surface of the seat. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, their usual sharpness dulled, replaced by a smoldering ember of fury and humiliation. The swirling black-and-white energy that made up the throne pulsated irregularly, reflecting his fractured state of mind.
His fingers tapped the edge of the throne rhythmically, each motion carrying a faint tremor of restrained power. The throne room was dim, shrouded in a heavy atmosphere that seemed to press down on all sides. The air hummed faintly, charged with energy barely held in check, as though the very space resented its master's defeat.
Sukojo: (softly, to himself) Copi... that bastard.
His voice, though low, reverberated with a weight that threatened to crush the silence. He leaned forward slightly, his sharp features illuminated by the dim glow of his fractured domain.
Sukojo: (gritting his teeth) He dared to humiliate me. Me. The one who could break verses with a flick of my hand. And yet...
He clenched his fist, his aura flickering like a dying flame. The energy surrounding the throne pulsed erratically, a chaotic rhythm mirroring his fractured pride.
Sukojo: (growling) That thing... he wasn't just chaos. He was... something else. Something beyond what even I can grasp.
He let out a bitter laugh, the sound tinged with both anger and disbelief.
Sukojo: (mockingly) Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The great Sukojo, undone by Shou's failed creation.
He slammed his fist onto the armrest of the throne, the impact sending a ripple of energy through the room. The walls trembled, the void itself recoiling from his rage.
Sukojo: (sharply) But this isn't over. Not yet.
He stood, his presence towering despite the cracks in his composure. His kimono shifted as he moved, the fabric flowing like liquid shadow. He stepped forward, each movement deliberate, as though reclaiming his authority with every step.
Sukojo: (to himself) I'll watch. I'll wait. Let Cosmic try to erase him. Let them tear each other apart. And when they're both at their weakest...
He paused, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, though it carried none of his usual confidence.
Sukojo: (softly) I'll remind them why I am feared. Why I am beyond even chaos and balance.
His crimson eyes flickered brighter for a moment, a spark of defiance reigniting within them. But it was fleeting, replaced once again by the weight of his earlier failure. He turned back to his throne, his voice quieter now, almost contemplative.
Sukojo: (softly) Shou... you've created a monster. One even I couldn't tame.
He sat back down, his gaze fixed on the void before him, where the faint echoes of the battle between Cosmic and Copi resonated. The energy of the throne swirled around him, but its rhythm remained broken, a reflection of the cracks in his pride.
Sukojo: (thinking) Watch closely, Cosmic. You may have power, but you don't understand what you're facing. And Copi...
His smirk returned, sharper now, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.
Sukojo: (thinking) You'll slip. They always do. And when you do... I'll be there.
The throne room fell silent once more, the faint hum of energy fading into the background as Sukojo's presence blended into the shadows. The scene shifted back to the battlefield, where Cosmic and Copi continued their cataclysmic struggle, oblivious to the one watching from afar, plotting his return.
The scene erupts back into chaos, a raw symphony of destruction, where Cosmic and Copi clash with such ferocity that the very fabric of existence tears at the seams. Planets are obliterated in the distance like shattered glass, stars flicker and die as though they cannot bear witness to the battle, and entire dimensions ripple under the titanic force unleashed.
Cosmic darts through the void like a streak of burning light, his celestial form radiating a brilliance that outshines the supernovae bursting around them. His eyes, twin swirling galaxies, lock onto Copi as he charges, each step leaving trails of shimmering energy in his wake.
Copi stands amidst the chaos, his form flickering erratically, an unstable blur of energy that defies definition. His jagged grin widens as he braces himself, the chaotic energy around him condensing into razor-sharp tendrils that lash out in all directions.
Cosmic: Copi. Your chaos ends here.
Cosmic raises his hand, and countless orbs of golden light materialize around him, each one pulsing with immeasurable energy. With a wave of his hand, the orbs shoot forward, weaving through space in intricate patterns, converging on Copi with pinpoint precision.
Copi: (laughing) That's cute, Cosmic. But let me show you real chaos!
Copi's chaotic energy explodes outward, forming a swirling barrier of jagged edges that deflects the orbs, sending them ricocheting wildly across the void. Each deflected orb obliterates galaxies and warps dimensions in its path, the sheer collateral damage painting the battlefield with destruction.
Cosmic closes the distance in an instant, his golden fists igniting as he throws a devastating punch aimed straight at Copi's core. The impact creates a shockwave so powerful it bends light itself, momentarily plunging the entire area into darkness.
But Copi is already gone.
He reappears behind Cosmic, his chaotic energy coiling around his arm like a serpent before he slams it forward in a strike aimed at Cosmic's back.
Copi: (grinning) Miss me?
Cosmic twists his body mid-motion, his form dissolving into pure light as he dodges the attack. He re-materializes above Copi, his hand extended downward, summoning an enormous beam of radiant energy that crashes down like divine judgment.
Cosmic: You've survived too long, Copi.
The beam engulfs Copi entirely, carving a rift through the void that stretches endlessly into the distance. But as the light fades, Copi emerges unscathed, his chaotic grin sharper than ever.
Copi: (mocking) Oh, come on, Cosmic. Is that all you've got? I thought you were supposed to be the big, scary superior being!
Without warning, Copi lunges forward, his movements erratic and unpredictable as he weaves through the air. His chaotic energy twists and warps around him, forming a multitude of weapons—a jagged scythe, a serrated spear, blades of pure distortion—all striking at Cosmic from every direction.
Cosmic moves like a phantom, his celestial body shifting seamlessly as he dodges and counters with impossible precision. Each of Copi's weapons is either deflected or destroyed as Cosmic retaliates, conjuring blades of pure light that slice through the chaos with surgical precision.
Their battle accelerates, becoming a blur of motion and destruction. They move faster than thought, each strike shattering reality itself. Time falters, rewinding and fast-forwarding as their attacks ripple through the continuum. Colors beyond comprehension paint the battlefield, and sounds that shouldn't exist reverberate through the void.
Copi: (laughing maniacally) Faster, Cosmic! Hit harder! Let's see what you're really made of!
Cosmic's eyes flash with determination. He raises his hand, and the space around him distorts as countless celestial constructs materialize—colossal swords, shields, and lances made of stars and light. With a single gesture, the constructs surge forward, their combined might aimed directly at Copi.
Copi: (grinning) Finally!
Copi claps his hands, and a vortex of chaos erupts around him, consuming the celestial constructs in an instant. The vortex collapses inward before exploding outward in a wave of destruction that washes over everything.
But when the smoke clears, Cosmic stands firm, his body glowing with a brilliance that outshines the chaos around him.
Cosmic: Your chaos is predictable, Copi.
Copi's grin falters for a fraction of a second before he charges again, his chaotic form becoming a whirlwind of destruction. Cosmic meets him head-on, their fists colliding with a force that sends ripples through the very concept of existence.
They trade blows at incomprehensible speeds, their strikes tearing apart dimensions and rewriting the laws of reality with each impact. Copi's chaotic energy warps and shifts unpredictably, but Cosmic counters with absolute precision, his attacks piercing through the chaos with unrelenting force.
The battle reaches its peak as both fighters unleash their full power. Copi summons a storm of chaos, a swirling mass of jagged energy that devours everything in its path. Cosmic responds with a wave of radiant light that burns through the storm, creating a blinding explosion that engulfs the battlefield.
As the light fades, the two figures stand amidst the destruction, their forms battered but unyielding. Cosmic's gaze burns with determination, while Copi's grin remains, though his eyes now hold a flicker of something else—respect, perhaps, or recognition.
Copi: (softly) Not bad, Cosmic. Not bad at all. But I'm not done yet.
Cosmic: Nor am I.
The portal tore through the void, silent and absolute, as though reality itself had opened its mouth to swallow them whole. Neither Copi nor Cosmic resisted—they couldn't. In a blink, they were pulled into an expanse that defied understanding.
And then... silence.
There was no sky, no ground, no horizon—only absence. It wasn't darkness or light; it was beyond them both. A void so perfect it could not be comprehended. Yet they felt something—no, someone. An overwhelming presence, vast and unknowable.
Shou.
Shou did not appear, for Shou had no form to appear with. To look for him was meaningless. He was not seen, heard, or felt. He simply was—a presence that existed above everything, above existence itself. He was not godly, for even gods had limits. Shou was beyond.
Shou: Cosmic, my greatest creation.
The voice did not echo. It did not reverberate. It bypassed all sound and meaning, embedding itself directly into the fabric of their beings.
Shou: And Copi, my once perfected creation.
Cosmic, the embodiment of celestial order, shifted. The galaxies within his form dimmed slightly as he kneeled—a motion no one had ever seen him make. To Cosmic, the act was instinctual. There was no question, no hesitation.
Cosmic: (softly) Shou? What is this place?
His tone was reverent, yet tinged with unease.
Across from him, Copi stood firm. He did not kneel, nor did he look away. His jagged form flickered slightly, as if Shou's presence toyed with his very being, yet his grin remained—sharp, defiant. His pitch-black eyes stared upward into the absence above.
Copi: (mocking) Mmm. Shou. It's been a while. Your greatest creation? He's nothing special. Weak, even.
The void seemed to hum, as if reacting to Copi's insolence. Shou's presence did not shift, but his voice returned, sharper this time.
Shou: O' Copi... Do you still measure existence in strength alone?
The words pressed against them like gravity. Copi's grin faltered for a fraction of a second, the edges of his chaotic form rippling.
Copi: (snapping) What else is there? Strength defines everything—who rises, who falls. It's the only truth!
Shou: A truth you have imprisoned yourself in.
The void pulsed, and Copi's form flickered again, his grin twisting into a snarl.
Copi: (low) Don't preach to me, Shou. I don't need your riddles. I am strength. I stand at the pinnacle of all beings.
Shou: You are nothing but a storm trapped in its own fury. Power without understanding is a flame that burns its own wick.
Cosmic, still kneeling, looked up, his glowing eyes narrowing as Shou's words filled the void.
Cosmic: (softly) He's right. You chase power, Copi, but you will never find meaning in it.
Copi turned sharply, his jagged grin returning as his black eyes locked onto Cosmic.
Copi: (snarling) And you? You kneel and talk about meaning? Pathetic. I thought you were better than this.
Cosmic: (calmly) Power without purpose is hollow. That is why you will never ascend.
The void seemed to tighten around them. The pressure was neither physical nor spiritual, but something deeper—something that gnawed at the core of their existence.
Shou: Cosmic. Copi. You fight because it is all you know. But tell me this—what lies beyond the fight? Beyond victory or defeat?
The question froze them both. Copi's chaotic energy crackled, unstable now, as though Shou's words were eroding him.
Copi: (quietly, almost curious) Beyond... the fight?
Shou: There is nothing to achieve. Nothing to win. You fight not to grow stronger, but because you fear what you cannot understand: stillness.
The void pulsed again, and Copi's form flickered violently, his grin faltering further. For a moment, the chaos that defined him seemed smaller, less certain.
Copi: (gritted teeth) What are you saying? That none of this matters? That all of this is... nothing?
Shou: There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only understanding. You are bound by your perception, by the prison you built for yourselves.
Cosmic's light dimmed further, a quiet acceptance flickering within him.
Cosmic: (softly) We are confined because we choose to be.
Copi's chaotic energy surged outward, his form crackling like a storm on the edge of collapse.
Copi: (shouting) Enough! Enough of your nonsense!
The void trembled under his rage, but Shou remained unshaken.
Shou: Anger cannot free you, Copi. Conviction cannot save you, Cosmic.
Cosmic lifted his head, his gaze steady as he spoke.
Cosmic: (firmly) Then what does?
Shou: Understanding.
The void fell silent once more, as though Shou's words had consumed all sound, all thought. And then... it began to pull away. Cosmic and Copi felt themselves being torn from the presence—not by force, but by inevitability.
Shou: Return.
In an instant, they were gone.
To Be Continued.....
End Of Arc 4 Chapter 15.