He merely allowed himself to experience change.

Sometimes he was a slave.

Sometimes a master.

Sometimes a doctor.

Sometimes a king.

Sometimes a peasant.

An assassin.

Instead of going insane like any person would do from experiencing so many lives.

He began to become something else entirely.

He mastered many skills.

He had learned that not everything he had learnt was useless.

The things he experienced seemed to be a mix of fake and real.

Things he couldn't possibly learn or experience were still learned and experienced in this dream.

He became more and more enthusiastic.

The entity manipulating his dreams.

In the dream realm.

Even that 'entity' was shocked at his mental toughness.

He tried everything in his power to break Zero.

But Zero's mind was simply invulnerable.

No matter what he experienced.

No matter how real the dreams became.

Even once he began to feel all of his senses as if they were no different from reality.

No matter how much torture he suffered.

It wasn't enough to break him.

It wasn't enough to stop him.

In fact.

After millions of years in the dreamworld.

He was beginning to have fun!

It was during a moment of inspiration.

In a world of cultivators.

A path entirely different from that of Owtz Eerth.

After becoming a nascent soul cultivator and attempting to breakthrough to spirit severing.

When he needed to severe something.

He had to make a choice.

He then laughed.

"I choose to sever my limits!"

It was the instance that he broke through to spirit severing.

That how he saw the world completely changed.

He no longer had any limits.

He turned his head and gazed at the existence that made up his dreams.

"BE GONE!"

The existence felt a pressure unlike anything it had ever felt before.

But it sighed in relief.

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To it.

Zero was basically just text in a story.

He could never reach 'it'.

Right!?

WRONG!

Through comprehension alone.

Zero walked through reality and found the entity making his dreams.

He then beat the shit out of him.

Then he found himself restarting again.

This cycle repeated itself.

He would grow up.

Then break through reality and beat the shit out of this entity.

The entity began to break out in a cold sweat.

"I'm the creator of the dream realm. Yet I'm getting beat up by something that doesn't even exist on my level... if others found out I would be-"

He was then beat the shit out of again.

Again...

Again...

"ENOUGH!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

"So you can talk?"

"..."

The entity vanished.

He stopped controlling Zero's dreams entirely.

"He's too scary!"

"A complete psycho!"

"Insane! Absolutely insane!"

At this point Zero found that his body once again became abyssal.

He stopped the cycle of reincarnation.

"I've gained a lot over these years..."

He was quite optimistic about the future!

He replayed the memories of him living through multiple lives.

These were memories he cherished.

He had a lot of fun.

"Alright. Enough playing around."

He punched a hole into reality and pulled out a thread.

He then pulled out his pocket watch.

And checked the time.

"Let's do this!"

He started rapidly punching holes in reality.

While also rapidly pulling out threads.

Normally the universe would boot someone for such behavior.

But this was simply a dream.

"I wish to comprehend time."

He looked down at his hands.

They changed from that of a mans to that of a child's.

Then aged rapidly to that of an old man.

He was in a constant state of flux.

He began to walk through reality.

He walked right through the holes in reality.

They were unable to pass through his infinity.

After he reached the end of it all.

He looked back.

He saw himself.

Walking.

He saw all the different variations of himself.

All of them failing.

But he was different.

There was no way he would fail.

He reached the end of the multiverse container.

This was the end of the line.

He walked beyond it.

He didn't end up in the space that shouldn't be named.

Nor did he end up in the abyss.

He saw something insane.

Chaos

Order

Chasing one another.

Like fish in a pond.

He reached out and placed his hand in the water.

The fish swam around his hand.

The water began to rise and cover his entire body.

He felt a great pain all over his body.

This pain extended to his organs.

They were modified.

His lungs filled up with liquid.

But he was still able to breathe normally.

It was then that he saw a disk.

It floated towards him.

Within the disk he saw all of the original incarnations.

This was a level beyond them.

A place they wished to reach.

A place outside of time.

Outside of rules.

He saw many black chips surrounding him.

The water covering his entire body was like honey.

Slowing him down.

His entire body was covered in black circles.

He then saw a large black circle float in front of him.

As well as a large white circle.

They matched the color of the fish.

His mind was muddled.

His indestructible will was being overwritten.

"This is... order and chaos?"

"NO!"

The black circles surrounding him sunk through the liquid and went past the infinity protecting him.

Then he felt a fire in the very center of his brain.

The water began to evaporate.

Smoke was rising off of his body.

"I am Abyssal. My path is chaotic. I wish to explore the chaos realm. I am more compatible with chaos."

He reached towards the giant black circle.

It cracked in his hand and he was pulled towards it.

He saw a vast spectrum of colors.

It was as if he was being pulled into a blackhole.

His soul began to resonate with this special space.

His soul itself looked like a blackhole.

It had within it an etched sword covered in runes.

The pressure was on another level.

The sword began to crack.

His soul itself was undergoing a qualitative change.

Once the 'sword' shattered.

The soul began to heal itself.

Although the spells he had carved onto his soul remained.

But there was no 'knife' to hold runes.

There was no longer any storage for mana.

But his passives remained active.

His spell templates shattered with the sword.

His spellcasting ability was gone!

But he didn't care about any of that.

What he was witnessing made it all worth it.

He began to comprehend a new law.

It wasn't infinity.

It wasn't space.

It wasn't gravity.

It wasn't time.

It was something else entirely.

Chaos!

1%

2%

5%

10%

50%

99%

His soul couldn't take the pressure and finally shattered.

His consciousness faded out of existence.

But he opened his eyes in this nonexistence.

His visualization technique functioned as the carrier for his thinking.

His spirit body was floating in pure chaos.

He took the layers of his broken soul and began to construct a new soul!

At the same time, the spells took on slight aspects of chaos.

Once the soul was complete.

It no longer looked like a blackhole.

It looked like a red ball of chaos.

It was like a sun.

With four blackholes rotating around it like electrons revolving around a nucleus.

Each blackhole contained one of his passive spells.

[ECHO]: 'Chaos' Comprehension has reached 100%

Zero finally opened his eyes.

[ECHO]: Species updated...