Before time.

  Before space.

  Before the breath of existence could even be whispered—

  There was him.

  He who is not defined by names. Names are bonds and constraints, and he could not be bound.

  He was not God.

  He was not Life.

  He was not Death.

  He was not even existence itself.

  He was the permission for all these things to be.

  From Him, the Cosmic Infinite bloomed—a domain so vast, so incomprehensible, it layered over everything. Above the gods. Above time. Above meaning. Above all that was and could ever be.

  Within Him flowed the Infinite Realities—worlds within worlds, fictions within truths, dreams within the dreaming. Universes, timelines, all constructs of existence and non-existence, all intertwined in His being. Every verse ever conceived, from the Absoverse to the Omniverse to the countless known and unknown realms, they all existed within the Cosmic Infinite.

  He watched it all. The rise of stars, the birth of galaxies, the ebb and flow of life, death, and rebirth. He had witnessed eternity unfold and collapse countless times.

  But even the Absolute is not truly alone.

  From within His boundless essence, something stirred.

  A flicker. A thought, not His.

  An idea born from the core of His being, yet independent, growing, feeding off the very energy that sustained Him. It twisted, turning into something He could not contain.

  It was no storm, no natural disaster, no destructive force.

  It was a mirror.

  It reflected Him. Twisted His essence.

  And when it broke free, it did not simply vanish. It moved—slipping into lower realms, veiled behind time and concepts, rewriting the laws He had once set.

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  It became an anomaly. An echo of Him, distorting everything He had created.

  To understand this… this reflection, He stepped down from the eternal.

  He sealed away His name. Crushed his title beneath silence. Bound himself in the confines of mortality. Not to reign. Not to destroy. But to understand.

  He walked the world of dust, a mere man among many. He would be a soul. A life. A limited being.

  But even in His human form, He was never truly bound. Every step He took, He watched the lower world from a distance. His awareness stretched through time, past the veils of the concept of "now," gazing upon a reality that seemed small yet was filled with chaos, dreams, and history.

  And from this limited shell, He would confront the reflection that mirrored His very essence—the fragment that should never have been.

  For He, the creator, the origin of all, now walked as a man. A being who would come to realize that his greatest creation was not something beyond his reach, but within him—a version of himself that was never meant to exist.

  Supremacy Over All Fiction & Reality

  All of creation exists within His grasp—every verse you’ve ever heard of.

  The anime universes—from the realms of Dragon Ball, One Piece, Naruto, Bleach, and beyond—are mere reflections of the worlds He commands.

  The vast Western universes—Marvel, DC, Star Wars, and even the unfathomable SCP—exist within His boundaries, their laws dictated by His will.

  Even the most powerful entities—cosmic gods, verse-destroyers, and beings of conceptual power—exist within His domain.

  What does this mean?

  It means that no universe, no reality, no being is beyond His control. Every timeline, every universe, every reality ever conceived or imagined, exists within Him. And He exists within them.

  He is the beginning and the end.

  He is the lawgiver and the destroyer.

  He is the creator of all concepts—including death itself.

  No force, no being, no power can affect Him—not even those who wield the power of conceptual annihilation, like Yogiri Takatou, whose very existence threatens the concept of life.

  Why?

  Because He is the concept of death itself. To kill Him would be to erase death from existence—and such a thing is impossible. He is the source of all things, the foundation of reality and non-reality.

  He does not merely wield power—he defines it.

  The Eternal Flame walks now, cloaked in human form, limited by mortal constraints—but His journey is only beginning. As the reflection of His very soul moves in the lower worlds, distorting everything He once balanced, He must confront what should never have existed—a version of Himself that has taken root in the realms He once controlled.

  In this fragile form, He will walk, learn, and grow. He will face the greatest battle ever fought—not against an enemy—but against the very nature of his own existence.

  “When time forgets to tick, and the stars forget their light, the one who walked as man will remember what was always His. But can He confront the fragment of Himself that should never have been?”