Chapter 1: The Price of Anomaly

  The void between realities was quiet, for once. Not with peace—but with fear.

  Somewhere beyond space, a silver staircase of energy stretched into a formless void. At its end sat a presence—not a man, not a form—just light, colorless yet radiant. The One Above All waited.

  In time, the space before him rippled, bending at angles not meant for lower dimensions. A second presence emerged—humanoid, tall, glowing with fractal patterns across his form. A Supreme God of another multiverse. One who governed his own infinity.

  “You called for me?" the Supreme God said, voice like bells colpsing into stone.

  The One Above All didn’t waste time.

  “They’re here.”

  A gesture, and the void opened. A vision poured out like static and storm—realities breaking, colpsing into unbeing. Beyonders torn apart. Watchers unmade. Living Tribunal silenced. TVA annihited.

  The Supreme God stepped forward. His expression—if one could call it that—darkened.

  “Impossible. Who could destroy them? Even I cannot leave the Tribunal in that state.”

  “They are not destroyed,” OAA said. “They are forgotten. Their concepts devoured.”

  “You speak of—” said the Supreme God but before he could finish , was interrupted by the OAA.

  “A force from outside the omniverse. One that should not exist. One that fears only one thing: uncertainty.”

  The Supreme God’s light pulsed.

  “Then you’re saying… it sees us. It knows us. But it fucking cannot see this ‘uncertainty’ you’ve found?” asked the Supreme God.

  “Not cannot. Will not. It recoils from him just like I did when i searched for him.”

  OAA raised his hand, revealing a vision—a single human soul, flickering in an Earth timeline.

  "He is from your realm. A dormant Third Eye. A living anomaly.”

  "He’s… unawakened.”

  “But pced correctly, in the right timeline—he may do what no god can.”

  The Supreme God stared into the soul.

  “And if I agree to send him?”

  OAA’s light dimmed slightly.

  “You’ll receive… what remains of the Beyonders. A fraction of their essence—collected before the colpse.”

  “Even gods bargain, it seems. Especially when they’re afraid.”

  A long pause. Then, a nod.

  “Fine. You'll speak to him. But you won’t tell him the truth.”

  "He’ll think it’s karma. A gift. A new life.” said the OAA

  “Because he likes Marvel?”

  “Because he'll choose it.”

  And with that, the soul shimmered—drawn across dimensions.

  The Supreme God whispered, almost fondly:

  "Let’s hope he’s not as zy as he was in my world.”

  And the void fell quiet again. But not peaceful.