Honestly, it's a miracle I'm even here. My name is Kael Valestrix, and if there's one thing I've mastered in my life, it's the art of having the worst luck imaginable. Just when I thought I could carve my own path in the Tower, I find myself sealed in a void created by the gods. You must be wondering how I ended up here. Well, they say fortune favors the bold, but in my case, it seems to have taken a permanent vacation to some tropical island, sipping cocktails and sending me postcards of its fabulous time.

The void is dark, a swirling mass of shadows that feels alive, thrumming with a palpable energy. I can't see anything, but I can feel it—an oppressive weight pressing against me from all sides. It's as if the darkness is alive, whispering secrets from beyond the stars. Here, time doesn't exist; I could have been here for minutes or centuries. All I know is that I'm trapped, sealed away from the world I fought so hard to protect. And let me tell you, being trapped in an endless void really puts a damper on one's social life.

But I'm not alone. As I float in this abyss, I sense the presence of other beings—powerful entities locked away, their energies swirling around me like a storm. Monsters, demons, perhaps even ancient gods, sealed away by their own kin out of fear of their unmatched strength. I feel a primal instinct rise within me, urging me to confront whatever horrors lurk in this void. Great, just what I needed—a cosmic horror meet-and-greet.

And then I hear it: a low growl reverberates through the darkness, shaking me to my core. A massive shadow shifts, and from it emerges a creature unlike anything I've ever seen. Its body is twisted and grotesque, with scales that shimmer like obsidian and eyes glowing with malevolence. The air crackles with energy, and I can feel its power radiating off it in waves. I can't help but think, "Wow, and I thought I woke up looking rough."

I reach for my sword, Veritas, but it feels strangely heavy in my hands. The creature lunges at me with terrifying speed, its claws slashing through the void like a whisper of death. I barely manage to dodge, my instincts kicking in as I evade its attack. The rush of air as its claws pass by my face is enough to make me realize just how close I came to becoming cosmic creature chow.

"You've got to be kidding me," I mutter under my breath, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I can't help but think how ironic it is that I, Kael Valestrix, the so-called prodigy of my family, am fighting for my life in a prison of darkness. "I should have listened to my mother when she told me to do what I wanted to do. But no, I had to be a hero."

As I prepare to strike back, I remember the events that led me here. Just a short while ago, I was battling the boss of Floor 76, the last challenge before entering the god territories. It was an intense fight, one that pushed me to my limits. I had never felt such raw power before, but I was determined to prove myself. The air had crackled with anticipation, and I could see the gods observing from their thrones, their eyes fixed on me. Talk about performance anxiety.

In the heat of battle, I unleashed everything I had. My sword, Veritas, glowed with an otherworldly light as I channeled my energy through it. The boss, a colossal being made of shifting shadows and crackling lightning, roared in defiance. We clashed repeatedly, each blow sending shockwaves through the arena.

I remember the exhilaration, the pure rush of adrenaline as I danced on the edge of death. With each near-miss, with each successful strike, I felt myself growing stronger, pushing past limits I didn't even know I had. The gods watched, their expressions a mix of awe and growing concern.

But just as I was about to deliver the final blow, my blade poised to pierce the boss's dark heart, the unexpected happened. The gods intervened. They feared my potential, sensing that I could threaten the very balance of power. Their forces combined in a desperate attempt to subdue me.

I fought valiantly, or at least that's how I like to remember it. In reality, it was probably more like a kitten batting at a group of lions. Divine energy crackled around me, and I felt the weight of their combined power pressing down. I struggled, pushing back with everything I had, but in the end, I was overpowered.

Instead of killing me (which, honestly, might have been a mercy considering my current situation), they sealed me away in this void, thinking it was the only way to contain my strength. As the portal to this dark realm opened beneath my feet, I distinctly remember thinking, "Well, this is going to make for one hell of a story... if I survive to tell it."

Now, as I face this monstrous creature in the void, I realize the stakes have never been higher. I can't let this thing consume me; I can't let it take away the future I desperately want to forge. I dodge another swipe, the force of it nearly knocking me off balance. The creature's claws tear through the fabric of the void itself, leaving trails of distorted reality in their wake.

"I didn't come this far to lose to some overgrown lizard!" I yell, channeling my energy into Veritas. The sword responds, its blade glowing with an inner light that pushes back the surrounding darkness. With a determined thrust, I aim for the creature's heart, hoping to end this before it truly begins.

As I lunge forward, time seems to stretch, and I feel the weight of my family's expectations pressing down on me. I am Kael Valestrix, a name that echoes through the halls of the Tower. But here, in this void, I must prove that I am more than just a name—I must rise against fate itself.

With one final, powerful strike, I pierce the creature's heart, and it lets out a deafening roar that reverberates through the void. For a moment, the world holds its breath, and then the creature collapses into shadow, disintegrating into nothingness. As it fades away, I could swear I hear it mutter, "Not bad, kid. Not bad at all."

As silence envelops me once more, I can't help but feel a rush of triumph. "Well, you must be wondering who I am, right?" I say to the darkness, a wry smile forming on my lips. "Let's go back a little bit into the past. It all started on a particularly sunny day in the lower levels of the Tower..."

I pause, realizing I'm narrating to absolutely no one. The void remains silent, seemingly unimpressed by my storytelling skills. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Great, Kael. You've defeated an eldritch horror and now you're talking to yourself. Mom would be so proud."

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As I float there, catching my breath and wondering what other delights this void has in store for me, my thoughts drift to my family. I can't help but worry about my younger siblings, especially Eren and their sister Iris. With me missing, I realize with a pang of guilt that they might become targets now. The thought of them in danger because of me makes my stomach churn.

"I hope you're staying safe, little bro," I mutter, thinking of Eren. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. That's my job."

But even as worry gnaws at me, I can't help but feel a spark of hope. I've survived my first encounter in this strange realm. I've proven that even here, in a place beyond the laws of reality, I can hold my own.

I grip Veritas tightly, its familiar weight a comfort in this sea of uncertainty. "Alright, universe," I declare to the void, my voice echoing in the endless darkness. "You've thrown your worst at me, and I'm still standing. Or floating. Whatever. The point is, I'm not done yet. Not by a long shot."

With renewed determination, I push forward into the unknown. After all, I'm Kael Valestrix, the unluckiest lucky bastard in all of creation. And if there's a way out of this void, you can bet your last coin that I'm going to find it.

Even if it kills me.

...Again.

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As I float in the endless darkness, I realize that if I don't start narrating my story, I might actually go insane. And let's face it, insanity in a void of nothingness? Not the most entertaining prospect.

"Fuck it," I mutter to myself. "If I'm going to lose my mind, I might as well do it with style." I clear my throat dramatically, addressing the void as if it were a captive audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round! Let me tell you the tale of how Kael Valestrix, the most spectacularly unlucky hero in the history of the Tower, ended up in this delightful vacation spot known as the Void of Eternal Darkness. It all started on a particularly sunny day in the lower levels of the Tower..."

As I begin my narration, I notice something strange happening in my peripheral vision. A semi-transparent window pops into existence, flickering with an otherworldly light. I blink, wondering if I've already started hallucinating, but no—it's my status window, and it's... well, it's something else.

[Kael's Status Window] Name: Kael Valestrix Age: 21

Level: ∞ (Error: Overflow)

Health: ∞/∞

Mana: ∞/∞

Titles:

* SSS-Rank Awakener

* Void Dweller

* God Slayer in Training

* Reality Bender

* The One Who Broke the System

* Cosmic Jester

* [Error: Too Many Titles to Display]

Traits:

* A God's Nightmare (XXX Grade)

* Void Affinity (∞ Grade)

* Unbreakable Will (SS Grade)

* Luck Paradox (simultaneously F and SSS Grade)

* Reality Warper (∞ Grade)

* [Error: Additional Traits Caused System Crash]

Key Attributes:

* Strength: ∞

* Mana: ∞

* Durability: ∞

* Agility: ∞

* Charisma: -∞ (it seems even the void finds me annoying)

Key Skills:

* Grandmaster of All Weaponry

* Mana Manipulation (Godlike)

* Void Step (Transcendent)

* Existence Erasure Blade (Universe Ender)

* Cosmic Rewrite

* Time-Space Continuum Surf

* [Error: Skill List Too Long, Universe May Crash If Continued]

Special Abilities:

* Insanity Immunity (You can't go insane if you're already there!)

* Plot Armor (Thicker than the walls of the Tower)

* Fourth Wall Awareness (Hi, readers!)

* Void Cuisine Master (Turns out, you can cook nothing into something)

Unique Traits:

* Insanity and Storytelling (SS Grade) - The more you narrate, the more powerful you become. Side effects may include talking to yourself and entertaining non-existent audiences.

I stare at the status window, my jaw dropping so far it might as well be floating in a different part of the void. "Well," I say to no one in particular, "that's... certainly something. I guess being sealed in a void by the gods has its perks?"

The "Insanity and Storytelling" trait catches my eye, and I can't help but laugh. It seems the universe has a sense of humor after all. Or maybe I'm just losing my mind in style.

"Alright then," I announce to the void, cracking my knuckles dramatically. "You want a story? I'll give you a story that'll make the gods themselves sit up and take notice. Gather 'round, non-existent audience, and let me tell you about the time I accidentally challenged the God of Pancakes to a syrup-drinking contest..."

And so, floating in the endless dark, I begin my tale. Because really, what else is there to do when you're trapped in a void with godlike powers and a flair for the dramatic? If I'm going to be sealed away, I might as well make it legendary.

Little did I know, somewhere out there, my little brother Eren was embarking on his own adventure. But that's a story for another time—right now, it's my time to shine. Or whatever the void equivalent of shining is. Glowing ominously, perhaps?

"Now, where was I? Ah yes, the Pancake Incident..."