Although I called it war — it's more like a one-sided slaughter really.

No matter how much of an abomination these guys are with their reality-distortion shtick and Mind-fuckery traits, they're nothing more than sitting ducks once I made myself immune to all their hax.

So prancing around faster than the smallest unit of Time could tick while mid-air, I sliced off all the tentacles of my thousandth mountain-size abomination and turned inside out its metaphysical Eldritch-body Ms. Reality said to be made out of Eldritch Essence, which was a tainted version of the energy used to create the Multiverse. I then telekinetically manipulated the mountain-size eldritch and shoved it so fast to a bigger one's ass, an ass which I just made to have on its body, that it cause a great collision that enveloped the entirety of the Continent which would have disappeared from the face of New Earth if I hadn't made all of us intangible.

Eventually, the mountain-sized eldritch had gone so far up the slightly larger one that it basically wore him as they were suspended high above in the stratosphere. At that moment, I shot in pursuit at speeds faster than the fabric of space-time could take hold of me while spinning like a tornado with both my swords in hand, reaping the flying little ones in the way by going zig-zag.

I instantly caught up to two conjoined abominations as I directly reap through both of them with my momentum, slicing them an infinite amount of times until they were about to be Nothing. It was then however that the most abstract form of time, suddenly stopped as a humungous planetary-sized yet at the same time also as small as a thread, it's just indescribable in general, at most you could say it looked like a distorted mosaic-centipede-or-worm-looking-monster. Anyway -- it was about to enter my mouth through Dimensional Means while I was busy slicing the two up.

I call them Dimensional Worms. Although there were only a few thousand of these fuckers among the billions, they were the most troublesome ones, especially their Dimensional Hax.

These fucking worms dare enter my ass via direct tunneling between reality and unreality into the reality of being in my ass as they wiggle their way into my brain... Or at least that's what they would have done if I didn't make it so that they won't. Hence, even if they can, they won't. Would not even cross their ineffable inane maggot-infested minds.

Yup, that's how much freedom I have to what I previously assumed as enemies...

I have all the fucking cards.

So really, I have no enemies, only playthings.

I've realized that over the course of what seems like a Mental-Time of ten minutes fighting, no, more like, playing with these things.

I say Mental-Time cause I have no idea how much of the Universe has actually advanced at this time frame with these abomination's Time hax all over the place, creating all sorts of 'Relativistic Time Fields' which were basically fields of Space-Time out of sync with the Universe's own Time Field. So the only way to keep track of Time is through my own Intrinsic Time Frame, that is through my Mind and its unbreakable and absolute Narrative Continuum.

Anyway, I directed my gaze at the worm I froze in Time in front of me and its futile attempt at assassinating me. Do these fools know not yet? One of the first things I did was for absolute certainty that I would win.

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They never had a chance.

I wonder if these eldritch things can think of any sort of strategy at all. I've already massacred all of their original thirteen billion in just ten minutes with some leisure to spare and now the millions of them still existing are the result of them multiplying using their Relativistic Time Fields. But no matter how much they delay the inevitable...

I'll only continue killing them at vastly faster and faster rate, after all — I have All of Time.

And with this Time, I get to try a lot of things. Like this intriguing experiment, I read in a book somewhere — reincarnating the essence of the ass-fuckers as their victim. Nothing will change the trajectory of lives of the victims 'body' really, but now, their Intrinsic Identities are replaced with the ass-fuckers who are granted their victims' entire characteristics from their emotions, empathy, mannerisms, faults, and everything about them. Essentially having the ass-fucker relive the life of their victim, all their circumstances, memories, thoughts, feelings, relationships, and Fate till they died -- by their very own dick at that. Essentially it recreates a Universe heading for that erased Universal Possibility.

Hahahaha~!

Who's the baddie now?

Worms go brrrr 'physically' and psychologically~!

You know, even if I feel nothing while using my ability, the result sure does feel quite something!

So determining the form of the eternally Superpositioned Dimensional Worm to that of a giant fiery snake, I telekinetically made it shove its head up its own end, briefly recreating the picturesque symbol of Ouroboros before it became a dot of nigh-nothingness as it came too deep inside itself, its insides rendering everything that enters too deep to Zero-Dimensional including itself.

But before it became truly Nothing, I secured its Intrinsic Identity which is like the soul of the soul, the very Idea and utmost Essense of something or someone. Or at least, that's what I got as an answer when I asked what makes a thing a thing and what is the very fundamental of the Law of Identity. I don't really get all of it, but it is what it is I suppose.

Having secured it, I started prancing around again, hunting and thinning the population of the Eldritch Things. This time not only gathering their Eldrich Power in my newly created second Private Dimension but also placing their Intrinsic Identity in an 'imaginary' metaphysical space capable of holding them. Although I don't really know who were and who was not the ass-fuckers as they all look alike to me, I think gathering these things could be useful at some point in the same way their energy was also quite useful as I've read in a book about Eldritch, just a drop of their purified Essence Energy could be used to trade with Death and resurrect the dead.

Although I could just recreate them like what I will do to the Intrinsic Identity of the ass-fuckers, I feel like it would be wasteful somehow. Well, never really had a lot of stuff till now, so I guess the inner hoarder in me just wants more stuff he could call his.

And so, swinging and dancing around with my swords, I hack millions of them at once to infinity. There was a flash of darkness across the New Earth as my sword devoured their Eldritch Body to Nothingness and into Somethingness as their purified Essense Energy was transferred to the second Private Dimension which I shall call Power-Storage Dimension or PSD which if these things could think, would be lacking the T.

Speaking of hacking them to infinity in less than a Quantum of Time, it feels quite weird really. Those guys on the internet using super speed make it look easy, but I'm also thinking at super speed and taking vast amounts of information per less than the smallest unit of Time, so I actually have to manually hack them infinitely each time. That is to say, I actually have to spend an eternity each infinite hacking. But that eternity also happens vastly faster than a blink of an eye in another part of my Mind...

Essentially, I'm experiencing both eternity and an instant at once. It's quite an experience I suppose. Really really really quite the experience.

Hack, slash, pierce, stab, a quanta-second tick, and millions cease to exist.

A second turns to two and millions turn to Nothing.

Till eventually here I stand, at last, victorious.

But victorious to what exactly?

There was no fight, only a play.

A puppet play where everything and everyone was the puppet.

I see the proverbial strings, Everything's and mine.

I control all those strings.

I control even my own strings...