A fight between two True Gods, conceptual beings with the strength of the divine, is truly world-shaking. Every attack they dealt were capable of shattering moons, flattening mountains, splitting the skies, and drying up entire seas.

Borrowing the power of destiny, Braun wielded causality as his blade.

His threads, siphoning power from the greater web of destiny, started to take a new form. His form itself had started to change. The eight spider-like legs on his back grew out and turned slimmer, sharper, and pointier. His limbs lengthened themselves, turning the already tall man into a slenderer abomination of black and white chaos.

Christopher raised his arms to the sky, calling upon his supreme authority that was essentially reality manipulation. Tiny specks of dust were enlarged to an unimaginable degree, becoming titans of unimaginable size.

The titans made out of cosmic dust rushed at Braun, serving as nothing more than a distraction.

Braun grabbed at a few threads around his body, tugging at them. Destiny within his presence had already started to warp, transforming into threads, a trait reserved for those with true divine authority.

It was akin to a miniature Heavenly Kingdom, with their presence altering reality. This was the precursor for Level 9, where the divine entity has fully taken control over their respective domains, with their Heavenly Kingdoms turning real.

As a couple of threads snapped and reconnected, the cosmic titans had their destinies altered, from being Christopher’s creations to then his own. They turned to look at their original creator, roaring with fury.

Having already expected this outcome, Christopher’s eyes shone, and a strange, invisible blade the size of a moon formed above his head. As the blade pointed at the approaching titans, the divine god stared at the seemingly infinite expanse of crystalline threads surrounding the solar system, and already gained a rough understanding of destiny and connections.

Sure, let those titans be yours. The invisible blade flew forward, erupting at the speed of light. It would just make things easier.

As the blade pierced through the cosmic titans, skewering all of them in one go, Braun stared at his chest with wide eyes. A gaping hole with expanding cracks appeared out of nowhere, damaging his already damaged origin.

Fuck. The eldritch abomination immediately recognized what Christopher did, and for a moment, he sensed the underlying truth. My predestined death is already approaching.

Braun recalled the destiny he perceived from the greater web of destiny, and the words written in bold text.

Freidrich Braun and Christopher Divus would face their end in one final fight, both as Level 8 True Gods.

If what he saw was true, he was going to die in this fight, one way or another, and even his authority as a Level 8 True God seemed to barely resist its effects.

My intellect is already deteriorating. He wielded his divine authority to close the gap on his chest. If I don’t finish this fight soon, or transcend my death, I will face my imminent end, one way or another.

Christopher didn’t let things slow down as he rewrote reality once more, his thoughts and ideas evolving at an exponential rate. To have full dominion over every aspect of reality meant he was an unbeatable, supreme god, and only now is he finally realizing that truth.

For example, what if for just a moment, healing oneself would damage them instead?

Braun felt a sharp pain radiate from his origin as he found the threads corroding his vessel instead of repairing it. Surprised by this, he observed causality and found cause and effect warped beyond recognition as if corrupted by a higher power.

He quickly fixed causality and also adapted to the change, gaining resistance to such changes, but Christopher had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

The fight quickly escalated, with the two resorting to more and more conceptual means to harm one another. Rather than throwing stars and blackholes at one another, they relied on stranger concepts, concepts that could potentially deal a significant blow to the other party.

…

“What an intriguing fight…” A voice echoed in the void.

“An intriguing fight indeed.” Another voice responded, agreeing with the first voice. “Considering it is my work.”

“Well, it could have used a little bit more work.” The first voice complained, with the outline of a strange figure appearing in the empty space. “It was really rough around the edges with how forced the plot is sometimes.”

“It didn’t have to be perfect.” Another figure outlined themselves in the empty space, shrugging their shoulders. “It was an inevitable success, considering you and I both exist.”

“But you do know I’m a living error, a paradox in a logical world.” Their outline turned more solid, revealing an incomprehensible mass of something. “Perhaps us existing is just a result of my existence.”

“Which wouldn’t matter, because what matters is we’re both existing.” The second figure revealed itself, showing a strange figure seemingly formed out of infinite threads that had taken human form. “The devil would have been in the details under normal circumstances, but isn’t it more beneficial for you the more fucked up things are?”

“True.” The living error laughed, cried, shouted, whispered, and did everything all at the same time, and also did nothing as well. “Although I wouldn’t want to risk anything. Our multiversal conquest hasn’t even started, and we would have already failed on the first step.”

“Well, considering I’ve already taken control of a large portion of the universe.” The humanoid mass of threads turned to look back, staring at the chaotic expanse of his home reality. “I would say we’d succeed in taking that first step.”

“After that, it would all just be a matter of time before we join the big leagues, establishing our foothold on the multiverse.” The being continued, its figure shifting with different colors of the rainbow.

“The multiverse.” The error sighed as it recalled some of the weird things it had seen on its journey back to this universe. “Just the sheer number of horrors that exist out there is worrying, but to think beings like us, wielding the power of Zenith…” It paused. “If we want to survive without worries.”

“And fulfill our dream.” The mass of threads manifested a green flame on top of its palm.

“Becoming the strongest existence is just the next logical step.” The living error wriggled in place, showing clear excitement.

The two entities glanced back at the fight, a fight that was already approaching its end. It was a scene so familiar, that it almost made the two have a laughing fit when they recalled the past.

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To think that all of this shit had been one big circle all along.

…

Braun stared at the empty echoes of space, his eyes having lost their previous vigor. His pitch-black vessel burned dimly with green flames in a vain attempt to evolve and adapt, to transcend his condition, but destiny had already declared his soon-to-be death, and he had no way of averting it.

The abnormal eldritch horror glanced at the remains of the battlefield they had razed. Tears scattered all across the black void, with space-time itself on the brink of collapse. If a divine being were to pass by this place, space would explode, and the entire solar system erased from reality.

Christopher fared no better, his destined death also taking place. The previously high and mighty radiance of white was now reduced to a dim light bulb, with barely any strength left at their disposal.

Cracks formed all across their conceptual bodies, signifying their approaching end.

“Well, I didn’t think I would die as a True God in just four months,” Braun muttered out loud, his voice resounding all across space.

Christopher remained silent, his thoughts a mess.

On the other hand, Braun had a wide grin plastered on his face. For all its worth, he lived a life worth living, one that didn’t have any regrets whatsoever. For the past four months, even if he was under the manipulation of some higher being for unknown purposes, he had followed his every wish and achieved whatever he could have achieved.

Yes, he didn’t succeed, but dying as a True God? Now that was an achievement. Perhaps his wish of conquering the multiverse and becoming an omnipotent, almighty god would never be accomplished, but this was fine too.

He then closed his eyes, observing his origin which was damaged beyond repair. Then, he looked at his vessel, one so warped out of this reality’s fundamental rules that he wondered what would happen if he died. Would he get reincarnated, fizzle out of existence altogether, or maybe not die and live on?

Braun also thought of the zenithral flame and entertained the idea that he could probably live if his dying existence adapted fast enough, but he wasn’t the one to place his bets on mere hopes and dreams. Rather than that, he silently accepted his death and prepared to face eternal rest.

That was the plan, when all of a sudden, a rift in space opened, and he saw the past.

It was a past very familiar to the man since that was the same day the meteor shower occurred, and he gained his absurd power.

The thing is, there was just one slight difference about that past he knew.

Everything was pretty much the same. A raging bonfire, two boys, and one muscular man enjoying their time out in the wild—but there was another entity there, sitting right by the two boys, eating some good ol’ smores.

The same colorful threads spread everywhere in that world, just like the one he was in right now, with the strange, enigmatic entity having sensed the eyes that gazed upon him.

“So it’s time, huh?” they grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Their colorful presence warped and twisted the destiny around them, as if intertwining all three periods of time—past, present, and future—into one, very fucked up line. Eight arachnid legs spun some crystalline threads from the entity’s back, with the threads puppeteering both Braun and Christopher of the past.

Everything seemed to click in place for the eldritch abomination, though many remained a mystery.

Christopher had also noticed the portal, his eyes widening in surprise upon noticing the presence of the strange, unknown entity amidst their presence in the past.

“No… This can’t be…” His broken voice croaked with horror.

“This… I finally get it now…” Zenithral flames exploded from the eldritch being’s eyes.

Christopher reached out for the void, his form rapidly shattering as cracks spread throughout his frame. The light of a newly budding universe exploded out of every crack, illuminating the darkness with an unending glow.

“NO! NO! THIS IS A TRAP! DON’T DO IT! THIS POWER IS A TRAP!” He was unable to say the remaining words in his head, his form about to shatter fully. Everything… Everything is a trap! The past you experienced, the present you lived through, the future you worked for—they were all under Braun’s control this whole time!

And then, Christopher exploded, transforming into an endless sea of colorful crystals.

“How ironic…” Braun felt his death quickly approaching, yet his mind remained unresigned. So many questions clouded his head, so many questions left unanswered.

Unfortunately, his destiny awaited him, and he had to complete the loop established by both destiny and error.

Mustering the last bit of his power, gigantic super crystals tore through the fissure in space-time, with a tiny green flame attached to the fated meteor that changed the trajectory of two boys’ lives.

One would be born as a budding God, granted a power that reigns supreme above all. One would be reborn as a devil, a monster, an entity incomprehensible to the laws of the world and reality.

Their birth signified their end; their end signified their birth.

Cause and effect; one and the same.

Braun sighed helplessly, his form dissipating into dust. His origin, damaged beyond repair, started to wane out of existence, like a flame ready to flicker out and die. His vessel, a form that transcends flesh and soul, started to crack, just like how the divine god went out and died.

Then, his vision dimmed, before turning into eternal darkness.

…

The world came to a stop, turning a monotonous shade of gray. From nothingness, a portal opened, revealing an expanse of infinity and chaos, with the roars of countless entities that would drive any man to the brink of insanity just by hearing them.

A figure walked through the portal, an entity that had taken on the form of impossible geometries and unthinkable colors. The thing stared at the eldritch abomination that had reached its limit, and the thing’s eyes glowed green.

“A loop that would begin another loop, and a loop that would begin another loop—a story where the past, the present, and the future are one and the same, paradoxical by nature, and one that continues to be filled with errors.”

The entity stretched out its hands, grabbing at the body filled with cracks. Time seemed to dilate and warp, with both the past and future connecting. Space shattered in the world of stopped time, with a portal opening that led to the infinite expanse of chaos, where the damned cries of horrors continuously rang.

“Time for another long journey.” The entity let out an aged sigh, before initiating the end that had been repeated ad infinitum, over and over, never ending, never stopping.

Time broke and space shattered.

A hole to the multiverse was torn open, and a passage to the past was created.

Braun’s body, one that existed both outside of reality and within it, affected by and transcendent of its laws, whose origins broken beyond repair, a status just right for one big error to be born, was split into two.

One was sent to the past, the other sent to the unknown.

Just like that, a new journey had begun, a journey that had already ended, but a journey that had also just started.

…

A young child, somewhere around the age of four to five, strolled along a developed path within a prosperous town. Middle-aged men wearing steel armor and wielding iron swords, robed mages hiding their faces under their hoods, and mercenaries looking for jobs, all passed by the boy.

The boy then stopped, staring at his reflection in a nearby shop’s glass panes.

Black hair, bright green eyes, and a face both cute and had the potential to be handsome. He wore a high-quality dark brown cotton shirt and a comfortable pair of black pants. His leather shoes snuggled his feet, and the pouch tucked to his waist clinked with the sound of coins hitting coins.

The boy grinned, mumbling to himself in a soft whisper, “Status.”

A screen formed in front of him, a screen shining bright green, just like the color of his eyes.

[Name: Braun Dolus]

[Class: Generalist (Common)]

[Skills: Learning (Z), Smithing (Z), Cooking (Z), …]

[Unique Skills: ???, Rapid Skill Growth, Rapid Class Growth, Skill Augmentation …]

“Just a few more skills, and I’ll finally class up,” Braun mumbled to himself, staring at the sky where giant winged creatures soared.

Birds flapped their wings, taking off on a journey to distant lands. Vague silhouettes of islands in the sky roamed amidst the drifting clouds. Adventurers clamored across the streets. Humanoid beings with cat ears or fox tails chatted with muscular dwarves and elven ladies. Pink or blue-skinned mermen walked on land, buying weapons from nearby smithies.

Magical energies flooded the air and the scent of flowers and food filled the street. Vendors shouted from the markets and stores opened their doors to welcome new customers.

In the end, through one way or another, Braun had done it, he had done it. As ridiculous as the journey to get here may have been, one so absurd that it involved him dying as a True God and establishing a loop where both beginning and end were one and the same, he had finally achieved the impossible, a dream so wistfully insane that it’s a pure miracle he was here.

Magic, dwarves, elves, spirits, demons, angels, mermen, gods, potentially corrupt churches, undead liches, dragons, gold coins—everything was here.

Everything he had ever dreamed of was here.

He grinned so wide his face could almost split in two. Green flames flickered in his eyes as he inhaled a big, deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim with air. He almost screamed his heart out, but he still had enough class to not embarrass himself.

This didn’t mean he couldn’t shout with his heart and soul though.

I FUCKING LOVE ISEKAI!

[Volume 1—Destined End]