The Nova Reaper did not hesitate.

I barely had time to react before its attack tore through the void. A lance of pure energy, burning with reality-rewriting precision, streaked toward me. It did not just seek to destroy—it sought to erase. To overwrite my very existence as if I had never been.

But I was not willing to vanish.

I expanded, pulling in the nearest debris, twisting my event horizon to devour what I could. A dead moon, fractured and ancient, spiraled toward me. I consumed it whole, feeding my mass, reinforcing the pull of my singularity.

The energy strike collided.

A sensation unlike anything I had ever known spread through me. Pain? No, something deeper—something fundamental. A warping of my being, an attempt to force me back into nonexistence. The very laws of reality resisted me, pushing against my anomaly.

SYSTEM WARNING:

STABILITY BREACH DETECTED.

ERROR_0001 IS ATTEMPTING TO COUNTERACT OVERWRITE.

The Nova Reaper shifted, adapting. Its form blurred, no longer bound by humanoid structure. It folded space itself around it, warping into something more efficient, more perfect. A system executioner designed to eliminate paradoxes.

I felt its next move before it happened.

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A distortion in the void, a ripple in gravity itself. It was not just attacking—I was being locked in place.

SECONDARY CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.

SINGULARITY ANOMALY WILL BE COMPRESSED AND ERASED.

A field of force, incomprehensible and suffocating, collapsed inward. My event horizon wavered, stretched thin, struggling against the impossible force. This was not a mere attack—this was a fundamental rewriting of the rules that governed me.

Instinct flared. I reached deep within, expanding, pulling. I did not just consume—I fought back. I turned my singularity’s pull against the compression field, bending space around me, distorting the very fabric the Reaper sought to contain me with.

The void screamed.

Space twisted and shattered, a fracture forming between forces too great to coexist. The Nova Reaper faltered, its structure wavering for the briefest moment.

I lunged.

Not with a body, not with limbs, but with gravity itself. My singularity surged forward, expanding like an unstoppable tide. The debris field around me collapsed inward, consumed in an instant, fueling my advance.

The Nova Reaper reacted too late.

My pull caught its edge—its shifting, ever-adapting form—dragging part of its being into me. I devoured something powerful. Something encoded with the very fabric of the System itself.

For a moment, time seemed to slow.

Data poured into me, raw information laced with commands and laws of existence I had never before comprehended. The Nova Reaper struggled, twisting away, severing its own connection before more could be taken. It withdrew, space rippling violently in its wake.

WARNING: EXECUTION UNIT HAS LOST PARTIAL STRUCTURAL COHESION.

REASSESSING THREAT LEVEL.

The silence that followed was deafening.

I had done more than survive. I had taken something from it.

The System would not ignore this.

THREAT LEVEL RE-EVALUATION IN PROGRESS.