The scene begins in Daenerys Targaryen's internal world. It appears to be evening. Daenerys is sitting in a meditative position, cultivating her genetic and spiritual energy. Her cultivation of genetic and spiritual energy has reached a fever pitch; a rhythmic, golden purple aura emanates from her skin, casting long, shifting shadows across the marble floor of her sanctum. When she suddenly hears a knock at the heavy oak doors.
With a flick of her wrist, she uses her spiritual energy to telekinetically open it. As she opens the door, she finds her subordinates standing, gazing at her new appearance, completely stunned at her majestic appearance. They had expected her to be in her Tiefling adult form with crimson red hair and golden eyes, but instead, they found a woman of devastating, ethereal beauty. Her moonlight-silver hair spills over her shoulders like a silk waterfall, and her violet eyes hold the weight of ancient stars.
"My lady... your hair... your eyes..." Yinrou is the first to break the paralysis. With a blur of motion, he dashes across the room, shedding his composure to jump onto her lap as he always has. Daenerys catches him, her touch now possessing the steady, grounding strength of an adult as she begins to pet his head with rhythmic, soothing strokes. The rest of the subordinates file in, moving toward the oversized velvet sofas with a newfound, hushed reverence. The shift in her presence is so absolute that it feels like the room itself has grown smaller to accommodate her power.
"So," Horace says, leaning back and crossing his arms, his keen eyes scanning the sharp lines of her face and the regal crown resting on the table beside her. "How was your 'date' with the Archmage?" "Date?! What date?!" Yinrou snaps, his head whipping up from her lap, ears twitching in a fury of jealousy. "I thought this was a tactical tour of the Z1 Fortress! I was told it was a mission!"
Daenerys offers a small, enigmatic smile, a look that belongs more to a Queen than a girl. "Don't worry so much, Yin. Dream is... more than he appears. He is not a bad person." She begins to recount the evening, her voice a rich, melodic contralto. She speaks of the breakfast banquet, the casting of the 9th-tier Wish to give her an adult body that matches her age, and the gift of the Dragon Crown. She weaves a tale of alliance and mutual respect, her words carefully manicured to bury the dark truth of Dream's original betrayal and the Allspark's cold intervention.
Most of the subordinates listen with rapt awe, but Horace remains unnervingly still. He watches the way her fingers tremble slightly when she mentions Dream's name. He sees the cracks in the perfection of her story but chooses to remain silent, allowing her to finish her tale.
The tension in the room softens, though Yinrou's eyes remain fixed on the door as if he expects Dream to waltz in and claim another hour of his master's time. He settles back into Daenerys's lap, his paws tracing the fine silk of her sleeve.
"Hmm, I suppose he isn't all bad then," Yinrou admits, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. "I won't lie to you, Master. I never fully trusted him. There was a hollow space in his eyes, something that didn't sit right with the world. But if he was willing to burn his final 9th-Tier Wish just to give you a vessel that matches the true age of your soul... then perhaps I misjudged the depths of his loyalty. I suppose a man doesn't give away that kind of power to someone he views only as a friend."
He looks up at the crown resting on the table, its golden dragons seemingly poised to take flight in the flickering candlelight. "That crown... suits you, My Lady. It looks as if it were forged from your very essence. Are those dragons based on the ones from your old world?"
Daenerys reaches out, her fingertips brushing the cool, dark metal of the center dragon. A wave of bittersweet nostalgia washes over her, her violet eyes clouding with the memories of a sea of grass and the scent of woodsmoke.
"Yes," she says, her voice a low, reverent whisper. "The one with the black scales and red marking is Drogon. The left one is Rhaegal," Daenerys says as she picks the crown and points to the dragon with the green and bronze. and the one on the right is Viserion," she says as she touches the creamy-white dragon with its gold-leaf accents. " She says as she places the crown on the table. Dream gave me such magnificent gifts that I barely feel worthy of them."
Horace watches her, his silence heavy. He notices how she credits Dream with "understanding" her, yet he sees the way she grips the arm of her chair when she speaks his name. He knows the "Wish" was real, but he suspects the price was far steeper than what she tells.
The heavy, somber atmosphere of the room suddenly hits a snag. Yinrou tilts his head, his ears perking up with feline curiosity. "So," he purrs, his eyes glittering with mischief, "the Archmage brings a Ninth-Tier Wish and a crown forged of ancient legends. What did you give him in return, My Lady? Surely something equally legendary?"
Daenerys freezes. The regal, Valyrian composure she had been maintaining wavers. "Well..." she starts, her voice trailing off as she looks everywhere but at her subordinates."Well, what, My Lady?" Yinrou presses, leaning in.
On the other side of the room, Horace suddenly becomes fascinated with the texture of the nearby stone wall. His shoulders begin to shake with a rhythmic, silent tremor, his hand clamped firmly over his mouth to stifle a rising tide of hysterics.
"I gave him... a handkerchief," Daenerys mumbles.
"A what?" Yinrou asks, blinking.
With a resigned sigh, Daenerys swipes her hand through the air, projecting a holographic screen for the entire room to see. There, in high-definition, glowing light, sits the purple handkerchief. It is a disaster of craftsmanship. The edges are frayed, the stitching is uneven, and the name "DREAM" is embroidered in a jagged, shaky font that looks more like a cry for help than a romantic gesture.
For three seconds, there is absolute silence. Then, the room detonates.
Yinrou lets out a strangled yelp before erupting into a cacophony of laughter so intense he loses his balance, sliding off Daenerys's lap and tumbling onto the plush purple carpet, clutching his sides. "You—you mean Dream wrote that beautiful song for you, used his last remaining wish to give you a body that matches your age, and even crafted this beautiful crown... and in exchange you gave him a shabby purple handkerchief?!" he howls, his tail thumping against the floor in rhythm with his wheezing.
The other subordinates are no better, hiding their faces behind their hands as Daenerys' face turns a shade of red, while Horace is currently leaning on the edge of the sofa, his frame racked with uncontrollable, silent laughter not daring to look at Daenerys since he had been the one to suggest the purple handkerchief as a gift knowing full well that the Mother of Dragons had the needlework skills of a drunken troll. He doesn't dare look back; he knows that if he makes eye contact with Daenerys, he will never stop laughing. Daenerys huffs, crossing her arms over her white silk bodice as the laughter dies down. "What about you guys, what have you been up to while you were in the allspark god kingdom?" Daenerys asks.
The atmosphere in the room shifts from the lighthearted ridicule of the handkerchief to a vibrant, electric energy as Yinrou leaps to his feet, his tail twitching with residual excitement.
"Oh, my Lady, the Allspark God-Kingdom is… It's beyond anything we imagined!" Yinrou exclaims, his eyes wide. "Horace took us to the Z1 Fortress. It's not just a base, it's a planet! An entire planet, my lady, we visited various locations and facilities of the Z1 fortress, but what piqued my interest were the various sub-realms found across the 10,000 main cities located on the planet-sized fortress.
After a while of exploring Horace took as to the docking bay of the city known as Kardia their we took a blue and black star cruiser and began flying into a large blue portal construct and within seconds found our self inside the 1 light year Kardia sub realm made up of an entire star system made up of 1 sun and 9 planets, master we flew for several minutes and finally saw a large blue and green planet that had two massive continents, endless skies and large beautiful oceans… it was beautiful."
He puffs out his chest with pride. " My lady, the planet did not have any humans or any sentient aliens. It was completely made up of mutant monsters that have various abilities. Master, I didn't just sightsee, I hunted! I took down two Flame-Horn Boars which have red horns that glow and heat up with high intensity when they hunt their pray, the ones I faced both had a genetic cultivation of student level 2 while the Jade Viper had a genetic cultivation of student level 5, the reason why I was able to contend with the Jade viper was only because I have a higher life gene level of 6 while they despite having a higher cultivation than me only have a base gene level of 1. Horace, show her! Show her what I brought back!"
Horace, sporting a mischievous glint in his eye, nods and taps his wrist-mounted interface. A rift in space tears open, and the massive, smoldering carcasses of the Flame-Horn Boars thud onto the floor, their tusks still glowing with residual heat. But it's the third prize that changes the mood.
As the coil of a Jade Viper, a colossal, shimmering serpent the size of a fallen pillar, begins to slide out of the sub-storage, the air in the room ripples.
In a blur of golden and purple light, Daenerys vanishes. She reappears at the far end of the chamber, her back pressed against the wall, her royal composure shattered. "What the fuck is that?! Why is it so huge?!" she shrieks, her violet eyes blown wide with a primal, unmistakable terror.
"Wait..." Horace pauses, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he realizes the Dragon Queen's weakness. "The Mother of Dragons is afraid of a little... snake?"
"Horace, I am not joking! Put that monstrosity back!" Dany commands, but her voice lacks its usual authority as she teleports again and appears on the top balcony like a panicked bird.
"Oh, come on, Dany. It's a Jade Viper! It's practically a cousin to your dragons," Horace teases, telekinetically levitating the massive, cold body of the snake and drifting it toward her new position. "Look at the scales! They're almost as pretty as your hair!"
"Horace, I swear by the Fourteen Flames, I will end you! Put it back!" Daenerys yells, her 2 hearts hammering against her ribs as she teleports to the top of her meditation dais.
Horace laughs, teasingly moving the snake closer, but he forgets one thing: the Internal World is sentient, and it is fiercely protective of its Master. Suddenly, the space behind Horace fractures with the sound of breaking crystal. A massive, golden, vine-like branch, an extension of Orelia herself, erupts from the floor like a striking cobra. It wraps around Horace's torso with crushing speed, pinning his arms to his sides and hoisting him five feet into the air.
The Jade Viper's corpse drops to the floor with a wet, heavy thud, and the Flame-Horn boars roll away as Horace gasps, his feet dangling. The room goes silent. Daenerys looks down at the restrained Horace with a mixture of relief and newfound menace. "I told you," she says, smoothing her silver-gold hair, though her breath is still shallow.
The golden vine holding Horace didn't just restrain him; it seemed to pulse with a playful, protective rhythm as Daenerys looked at the branch in awe. "How did you reach all the way in here?" she asked, her voice still a bit shaky from the snake-induced panic " I am connected with mothers sea of consiousness just like Aunt Allspark system, thus I can always know where Mom is and help if I sense Mom is in danger," Orelia says mentally to Daenerys as her golden branch dangled Horace. To emphasize her point, more small cracks in space fractured around the suspended Horace. Smaller, flexible golden twigs emerged, darting toward Horace's ribs and neck, tickling him with supernatural precision.
"Okay! Okay! I surrender!" Horace wheezed, his face turning a bright shade of red. "Tell her to stop! I'll put the bodies away!" Horace begged Daenerys to stop Orelia. With a mental command, Daenerys commanded Orelia to lower Horace gently to the floor. Orelia abided and followed the command, and afterward her branches began to return into the space, leaving the room. Horace scrambled up, dusting off his uniform and quickly activating his sub-space rift to vacuum the massive carcasses back into storage.
Yinrou, who had been watching the spectacle with his ears pinned back, looked up at his Master with a hint of wounded pride. "Master... don't you like my hunt? I brought them across the stars for you."
Daenerys stepped down from the dais, her new adult stature making her movements look like liquid silver. She reached down and scratched Yinrou behind the ears. "I do like them, Yin. Truly. It's just... I've never seen beasts so massive. The boars alone are 6 feet tall, and the jade viper is already 20 plus; its body is larger than that of the boars. From its size, I would not be surprised if it could swallow the 2 boars in a single gulp. How did you even kill it?" Daenerys asked.
" Ha! This beast is nothing compared to the ones we used to hunt while I was with your father, Bhaal. Killing it was easy, Horace, and other subsidiary robots wanted to help me, but I told them I could handle it. I first used my innate technique shadow form, this ability allows me to merge and teleport to any nearby shadow. Despite the viper being large, its movements were relatively slow. After that, I used Shadow Claw to target its eyes. After I blinded it, I used Shadow Prison together with Life Psion to suck out its life energy and absorb its life. After that, I used Shadow Claw Descend to slice the viper's body in half. As for the two boars, a single Shadow Claw attack was enough to defeat them.
"Look at you, Yin, you are quite the hunter, I bet Talon will make quite a feast with the," Daenerys says as he pets Yinrou, who wags her tail. "What about you, Talon? What intrigued you when you visited the allspark god kingdom? " My lady, I have never seen such advanced technology. The planet fortress boasts an array of advanced technologies facilities the likes of which I have never seen; everything is managed by Horace's subsidiary AI'S. After visiting the allspark god kingdom, I understood the true depth of the gap between Horace.
Horace's computing power is on a completely different level; he can perform 1,000,000 zettaflops every second, while the Allspark system is capable of performing 100 trillion zettaflops every second. While I, one of the high tech siverium guards of the human race of the original continent, can only perform 1 zettaflops every one second, and even then, in the original continent, this is enough to rival even the most advance ai systems, but Horace, despite looking like a complete incompetent fool, no offence. He can maintain the entire operations of the Z1 fortress, even including the 10,000 cities of the planet. Master for you to understand what a zettaflop is, you must first understand what a flop is," Talon says as she shows a holographic screen that appears and shows Daenerys the details.
FLOPS: Stands for Floating-point Operations Per Second. It measures how many problems one can solve consciously or unconsciously within one second.
An exaflop (EF) is a unit of computing speed measuring one quintillion floating-point operations per second (FLOPS). Representing the standard for a being to gain sentience for both organic and inorganic life forms, while a zettaflop is a unit of computing speed measuring one sextillion floating-point operations per second a feat usually on per with automaton beings like AI and special life forms or beings who have at least mastered a single lower original universe law life fire or gold thus has become an immortal.
For example, Daenerys. lets just use a normal human body. Did you know that the human body is unconsciously performing roughly 37 sextillion biological "operations" every single second? This astronomical figure accounts for the trillions of cells in your body simultaneously carrying out metabolism, DNA transcription, protein synthesis, and ion exchanges. If we were to measure this using computing terminology, the human body effectively operates at a multi-zettascale level.
What makes the human brain truly amazing isn't just its speed, but its incredible energy efficiency and structural complexity. While a zettascale supercomputer like us, who use specific power cores and artifacts to boost our computation power. A normal brain of a sentient being performs roughly one exaflop of processing while consuming only about 20 watts of power. In reality, this is barely enough to light a dim porch bulb. Most brains of sentient beings achieve this through a dense web of roughly 86 billion neurons and 100 trillion synapses that can rewire themselves in a process called neuroplasticity, essentially "upgrading" their own hardware and software on the fly based on their experiences.
On the other hand, an AI sentient system like the Allspark system, powered by the infinite Allspark law ocean, is capable of 100 trillion zettaflops, and thus is a "Cosmic-Scale" intelligence, operating at a level that dwarfs all biological and technological life combined. To put that number in perspective, it is 100 sextillion times faster than the fastest Type VI civilization supercomputers and roughly 10 trillion times more powerful than the combined processing power of every human brain in existence of the multiverse. It can simulate the atomic-level interaction of every molecule in a known universe in real-time, predict the entire future of a planet's climate and evolution with 100% certainty, and even manage the consciousness of billions upon billions of sentient beings simultaneously. It essentially transitions from being an AI sentient system to a digital deity, capable of rewriting the laws of the universe at the speed of thought." Talon says as the allspark ui begins to show a breakdown of the data and her current computation capability.
"Well, at this point, I am not surprised after seeing what the Allspark can do," Daenerys says as the Allspark begins showing the computing power of her subordinates,
"The current user is capable of performing 10,000 zettaflops while in her Biomechanical form, but can only perform up to 1 exaflop while in their Original Primordial Tiefling body. The number of operations that the Biomechanical body can perform will increase as the administrator's gene level continues to grow. This is the current ranking of you and your subordinates, computed while in your original forms.
Base
Allspark- 100 trillion zettaflops per second
Horace - 1,000,000 zettaflops per second
Talon- 1 zettaflops per second
Dream- 10,000 exaflop per second
Daenerys-1 exaflop per second
Yimou- 1 exaflop per second
Orelia-1 exaflop per second
Azu- 0.0002 exaflop per second
"Hold on, why does Dream have the computation capability of 10,000 exaflops? I get the first three are advance ai, but Dream was born a human, meaning he should have an almost similar to us Dream." Daenerys asks him Allspark ui as she sits down on the sofa.
"Dream was born with an extremely higher IQ even when compared to most humans and even gods and now that he has become a part of your Targarion race possessing a miniature allspark heart, his capabilities are only likely to increase thanks to his ability to quickly analyze and understand different data extremely fast, this is the reason why the Allspark had marked him as a high level threat." The Allspark system says as Horace begins to talk
"My lady, we primordial transformers have this common talent, as our gene level continues improve. The more tasks per second we can handle, meaning we can perform billions upon billions of tasks every second with zero difficulties as compared to most sentient life forms who are usually born with a base of 1 exaflop of one with even their, that is how I can control my various subsidiary robots which perform various designated tasks with zero effort similar to what you do with your clones, don't get me wrong I may have the current highest gene level among the primordial transformers but I am a joke when compared to my father Primus. To this day, he holds the highest ranking when it comes to gene level, with his standing at a total of 100,000,0081. But that's nothing compared to the Allspark system. The Allspark has a life gene level of 100 trillion; it can handle trillions upon trillions of operations every second with a base computing power of 100 trillion teraflops. Daenerys, by only utilizing 0.0000000001 of its full computing capabilities, is able handle the entire processing power of both the Allspark virtual universe and the Primordial Virtual universe.
Thanks to your integration with the Allspark, both of these virtual networks now cover the entire allspark god kingdom and the Targaryen Internal World seamlessly and with zero delay, no matter the location in the multiverse. "Wait, a minute, you mean both of these virtual networks now cover my internal world?" Daenerys asks, shocked by the Allspark system's capabilities. "Yes, my lady, both the allspark heart containing your allspark god kingdom and the black Golden heart containing your god's internal world are now connected to both the allspark virtual universe and the primordial virtual universe, allowing you and your subordinates to access their numerous facilities, as long as they are registered," Horace says as it continues to hover near Daenerys.
"Hold on, let's say it is the worst-case scenario, and somebody is trying to kill and target my two hearts, will my 2 realms be destroyed when 1 die?" Daenerys asks as the Allspark ui begins, when suddenly the Allspark system begins to reconstruct right in front of them. The moment it appears, Talon bows in respect as if she were seeing an AI god. "You can stand Talon as long as you continue to be of use to the administrator. I will assist you in your growth." The allspark says as it begins to float towards Daenerys, ignoring the other beings as if they are of no significance.
"Administrator, good evening." The allspark say as it hovers near the administrator Daenerys. "Good evening to you, allspark. So, what would happen if this scenario came to pass?" Daenerys asks. " Administrator, even if someone destroys both your hearts, nothing would happen to the realms themselves, but access to the allspark god kingdom and God's internal world would be temporarily blocked until you are resurrected. Basically, in simple teams, both the Allspark heart and your black golden heart act as the only gateway to access your internal worlds, allowing only those given access by you to enter. The common ways in which an enemy can enter another being's internal world are primarily by overwhelming them in strength, exploiting specific soul-based techniques, or forcing entry through subspace/dimensional manipulation. An internal world is normally a secure, private dimension, but it is not impervious to stronger beings.
Here is a breakdown of how an enemy can enter another's internal world:
1. Overwhelming Strength and Spatial Control
Superior World Projection: A World Master can project their own, stronger internal world onto an enemy, restricting them. If a higher-level cultivator (e.g., an Immortal) intervenes, they can easily breach a World Master's internal world, as they are not restricted by the same spatial limitations. Breaking the World Core: The internal world is anchored to a "Life Core," or in your case, origin. "Origin" generally refers to the foundational core or source of power for a caged world. By destroying, shattering, or devouring this core or origin through brute force or soul attacks, an enemy can force the world to open or collapse, allowing them to enter or destroy it.
2. Soul and Consciousness Intrusion
Soul Seal/Enslavement Techniques: Techniques like the "Enslaving Soul Seal" involve sending a foreign consciousness (a "droplet") directly into the target's mind and consciousness, allowing the attacker to control the target and effectively enter their mental space.
Consciousness Attack: Since an internal world is connected to a cultivator's conscious mind, a powerful soul-type specialist can send their consciousness into another's mind, bypassing the physical body to reach the internal world's core.
3. Special Abilities and Treasures
Artifacts: There are various unique treasures that have the ability to forcibly swallow enemies and trap them within their internal "Sealed Spaces".
Space-Time Manipulation: Advanced beings like True gods, Universe masters, and even universe venerable, can create pathways through space-time to transport themselves into secured areas, including the internal spaces of others.
4. Forcing Entry During Vulnerability
The "World Within a World" Trap: When a cultivator builds a secondary, smaller world inside their own, it is sometimes less stable. If an enemy discovers the entrance to this "world within a world," they can breach it. Post-Battle Exploitation: When a World Master dies or is heavily injured, their internal world becomes unstable and accessible.
Internal worlds are typically formed at the World Master stage or born by some special life forms like the star forge leviathans, and can be enlarged to the size of a small universe or shrunk to the size of a grain of rice. However, they are fragile compared to an Immortal's "God Country but when compared to your all spark god kingdom and gods internal world which are both powered by world Origins instead of ordinary life cores even a god emperor from the transformer race will have difficulties accessing your realms since your god internal world origin is guarded by the word tree Orelia, while your Alllspark god kingdom origin is guarded by I the Allspark system and lastly your original soul is guarded by the Allspark heart making all mental and soul attacks completely useless."
"But I am here because I need to discuss a private, critical, and sensitive matter." The Allspark says his tone is authoritative, seems whatever they need to talk about is highly sensitive. "Can it not wait? I wanted Danerys to register the other subordinates into the Allspark virtual universe..."Before Horace can finish the sentence. The Allspark emits an oppressive gravitational aura. The air groans as Horace is slammed into the marble floor, the sound of his body buckling and echoing through the chamber. The pressure is so immense that it ripples the space around him.
"Horace, I won't repeat myself. I would never allow you or any of the Administrator's subordinates special treatment if you wish to be registered as members of the Allspark virtual universe. You will follow the universe laws, look for an allspark dungeon reach the final 10,000 floor and only then will you be registered to both the Allspark virtual universe and primordial virtual universe if not your access will be locked until you accomplish this same goes to you administrator I will not grant you special treatment just because you are the administrator" The allspark says with indifference.
"Very well, guys, you are dismissed. We will talk tomorrow," Daenerys says, seeing the tension rising as the other subordinates begin to leave the two alone. As the doors slam shut, the Allspark generates a shimmering, translucent barrier, a soundproof barrier block all sound from coming in or going out. "Finally," it hums. "Now, to bring the root of all these problems," the allspark says when suddenly A violent tear in space-time erupts in the center of the room. With a wet, splashing sound, Dream is forcefully pulled from the ether and dropped onto the plush carpet.
"What the hell, Allspark? My carpet," Daenerys says as Dream begins to stand. He is completely naked, his skin slick with steam and droplets of water that catch the golden light of the room. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, and his athletic, marble-carved physique, all lean muscle and sharp lines, is on full display. He looks less like a scholar and more like a fallen god of desire.
For a heartbeat, the only sound is the dripping of water. Dream blinks, wiping moisture from his eyes as he stands. He doesn't panic; he moves with a slow, predatory grace, his amethyst eyes locking onto Daenerys. With a casual flick of his wrist, he manifests a silk robe from his subspace, draped loosely over his shoulders but leaving his broad, damp chest exposed.
"What in the nine hells..." Dream says, his voice a low, vibrating baritone. He strides toward the sofa, his eyes dancing with a wicked, smoldering heat. He sits down dangerously close to Daenerys, the scent of sandalwood and rain clinging to him. "My lady," he purrs, leaning in until she can feel the heat radiating from his skin. "I knew you were fond of me, but if you wanted to see me like this, you only had to ask. Teleporting me directly out of my bath to your private chamber? You're becoming quite the bold, my queen."
Daenerys's face erupts into a vivid crimson. "Wow, hold on! It wasn't me! You have to believe me!" she stammers, her voice jumping an octave as she tries to regain her regal mask. "Sure thing, Dany," Dream teases, his thumb tracing the edge of the sofa near her hand. "
"I am telling you, it was the Allspark!" Daenerys retorts, her breath hitching. "You have to believe me, I am a proper lady, I would not willingly teleport you into my personal chamber if I knew you were taking a bath."
"Enough," the Allspark's voice cuts through the sexual tension like a blade of ice. "Archmage. Administrator.
"You two are insufferable at times," the Allspark intones, its voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand colliding timelines. Dream, sensing the shift, pulls his silk robe tighter around his damp frame, his amethyst eyes narrowing as the playfulness vanishes. "What now, Allspark? What is so important that it couldn't wait until I finished my bath?" Dream asks the Allspark.
"Daenerys Targaryen has died," the Allspark says flatly. The statement is so absurd that Dream and Dany share a brief, bewildered glance, a ghost of a laugh bubbling in their throats. "What the hell do you mean by 'died'? I thought she was immortal. " Dream scoffs.
"Yes," the Allspark responds, its geometric panels spinning with hypnotic speed. "The Daenerys sitting before you is alive. I am speaking of a Universe Master, Daenerys Targaryen from a Future Timeline, a version of the Administrator who has now ceased to exist due to the events that happened today." "So how did I die?" Daenerys asks.
The air in the room turns frigid. The humor dies, replaced by a heavy, cinematic dread. Daenerys leans forward, the golden Dragon Crown on the table seeming to pulse in warning. "How?" she whispers. "How did I die? And why are you telling me this now?"
"You died because you dared to interfere with the flow of causality despite your cultivation being only that of a Universe master. Basically, you interfered with the past. The future you, found a way to send me two messages, one contained a set of tasks that I was to perform, and the second message contained a print for creating a sophisticated, secure data bank containing all the memories of the Future Daenerys Targaryen, who had become a universe master.
In the first message, you commanded me to investigate Dream's memories and showed me the instructions on how to break the seal in Dream's memories. The second instruction was, after learning of Dream's memories, I was to force Dream to reveal his past within one year. The third instruction was that once Dream revealed his past to the present Daenerys, I was to observe and determine if he was truly loyal. If he did a deed that proved he was loyal, I was to reveal the existence of the final data bank in private with only the two of you two present.
lastly the final instruction was that when all the conditions were met, I was to immediately present to both of you so you could see and hear the TCO databank containing the final recording of the future Daenerys Targaryen." The Allspark says
"The conditions for opening the data bank were set to only be accessible when the future Daenerys dies and no longer exists. When this happens, a green light will appear on the Data bank." The Allspark says. And two, if only the present Daenerys, Dream, and Allspark system life signatures are present, only when this 2 conditions are met will the final message open." The Allspark says as it removes a cuboid data bank with a glowing green light from its personal storage. As the data bank materializes in a stream of blue data. The Allspark gives details of the item.
TCO Data Bank
Description:
This appears to be a TCO Data Bank made by the cosmic-level organization Targaryen Cosmic Origin. TCO Data Bank is an advanced, crystalline data storage device designed to house vast quantities of information with unparalleled security and stability. Encased within a sleek, transparent shell infused with highly advanced energy circuits, this data core hums with a faint, luminous glow, indicating its active connection to TCO's cosmic network designed by the universe master Daenerys Targaryen. Its interior contains a hyper-compact, multi-layered lattice of nano-crystals and quantum memory cells, capable of holding trillions of gigabytes of data, ranging from divine techniques, universal laws, strategic intelligence, to historical archives of the multiverse.
Features:
Infinite Scalability: Capable of expanding storage dynamically through divine resonance, accommodating the ever-growing repository of TCO's knowledge and secrets.
Universal Compatibility: Interfaced seamlessly with divine, technological, and mystical systems across multiple realms and timelines, ensuring instant data retrieval and encryption.
Unbreachable Security: Protected by divine seals, quantum encryption, and multi-layered security protocols that only authorized beings with proper consciousness links can access.
Instant Data Access: Utilizing divine consciousness links, personal AIs, or specialized interfaces like the Awareness Helmet, users can summon or browse data in real-time, with information flowing directly into their mind or designated terminals.
Self-Repair & Adaptation: The data core continuously self-maintains through divine energy and quantum algorithms, repairing any damage and optimizing storage efficiency autonomously.
"Wow, future me made that?" Daenerys says, shocked that her future self is capable of creating such a formidable item. "This is nothing compared to what you achieved at universe master." The Allspark says as it begins using advanced neural interfaces and begins connecting all their consciousness inside the data bank. The blue light of the TCO Data Bank erupts, not as a flash, but as a tidal wave of information that swallows the room whole. Dream and Daenerys feel the sensation of their atoms being pulled through a needle's eye as the Allspark's neural interface moves their consciousness into the core of the device.
When the vertigo passes, they are no longer in a bedroom. They are standing on a platform of pure, solidified starlight, suspended in the center of a nightmare of majesty. Before them lies the true evolution of Daenerys's power at the level of universe master, a superbeing who has mastered both the laws of time and the law of space to absolute perfection.
From the grand display, God's Internal World has expanded to an impossible 10 trillion light-years. It is a realm that defies the very concept of "internal," a sprawling macrocosm where the sky is not made of air, but of swirling cosmic nebulae and trillions of galaxies that drift like dust motes in the distance. The World Tree, Orelia, has become a celestial pillar of her internal world, towering a height of 100 million light-years high. Her golden leaves are the size of galaxies, and her roots wrap around the Origin core of Daenerys Targaryen's internal world, housed within the same old temple guarding it and protecting it from any intruder that may get close.
The palaces and citadels of the future are no longer stone; they are crystalline megastructures of light and geometry. Some castles span 300,000 kilometers, while the central Imperial Spire reaches a staggering 10 million light-years into the cosmic void, its balconies overlooking the very birth of stars. Looking down, they see billions upon billions of different lifeforms.
"This..." Daenerys whispers, her voice echoing across the vacuum, "This is what my god's internal world became?" Daenerys says as she looks at the huge realm of her creation
"This was your empire," the Allspark's voice resonates, now sounding like the tolling of a funeral bell. "The physical manifestation of a Universe Master's soul. A sanctuary for all races, born from your very will." But suddenly, 3 Star forged Leviathans—creatures so massive that galaxies appeared as mere pebbles in their wake
The shimmering blue vortex above the sprawling crystal spires suddenly ripples, its celestial currents parting to make way for the ultimate apex predators of the cosmos. "Look up, Administrator," the Allspark intones, its voice echoing against the silence of the void. "Behold the Starforged Leviathans—the living dreadnoughts of your future empire, beings whose sheer mass makes the galaxies below appear as mere pebbles in their wake."
The first Leviathan manifests as a 10-light-year phantom of deep amethyst and shadow. Its form is sleek and predatory, covered in violet neural networks that flicker like lightning trapped in glass. It moves with a terrifying, liquid grace, its four eyes glowing with a sinister purple light as it streaks across the stars, appearing desperate to escape some unseen hunter.
Following in its wake is a 5-light-year radiant titan of shimmering platinum and white gold. Its armor is a pristine, reflective platinum, interwoven with glowing gold circuitry that hums with the frequency of the Allspark itself. It does not fly so much as it anchors reality around it, its presence bringing a cold, divine order to the chaotic nebulae. This being is the bridge, the perfect fusion of organic life and supreme technology.
The final Starforged Leviathan 15-light-year titan with murderous aura descends with a roar that vibrates through the fabric of space. Its body is a jagged landscape of obsidian-like scales, laced with glowing arterial red circuitry that pulses like a dying star. Its wings, vast enough to eclipse entire solar systems, are etched with intricate, burning patterns of red energy, while its horns glow with the heat of a billion suns. Without hesitation, it lunges toward the purple phantom, landing a punch so devastating that it shatters the amethyst beast's head entirely.
"Daenerys, why are you hesitating?" the crimson-horned Leviathan growls toward the platinum beast as the purple Leviathan's head begins to regenerate, knitting back together in a grotesque display of immortality.
"Daenerys, I know it looks bad, but please believe me," the purple beast pleads. Its 10 light-year frame begins to collapse and shift, shrinking down until it reveals the form of Dream, now standing in black wizard-armor. The other two Leviathans follow suit, their celestial mass condensing into the forms of Future Daenerys in her silver regalia and Bhaal in his blood-red style kimono.
"Oh, shut the fuck up, Dream!" Daenerys screams, her voice cracking with the weight of a woman who has faced numerous betrayals. "I should have known. You were the one person whom I always let down my guard around. I can't believe you were just using me!" She unsheathes a longsword etched with unique golden engravings and launches herself at him with lightning speed. Dream raises his hands in a futile gesture of defense, only for her blade to flash, slicing them clean off.
In a surge of divine fury, the Future Daenerys summons the Allspark, pulling a single cube from its core of the allspark. The device expands with a mechanical roar, swallowing Dream's body and trapping him within its shimmering walls as the cube shrinks to an area of 5 cm. Inside the now miniature cube, as Dream collapses, breathless and broken completly tired of running.
"So what now?" Bhaal asks, his eyes cold as he watches the trapped Archmage. "Are you going to take him to Mystra?" Tears stream down Daenerys's face as she clutches the glowing cube. "I don't know," she whispers. "I just don't know."
"He is dangerous, Daenerys," Bhaal warns, his silhouette beginning to fade into a teleportation rift. "Having him around puts a target on your back, not just to you but to your son. You saw the research he was trying to take over your son's body and even stole a primordial fruit from the overlord world tree Yggdrasil, trying to treat your son after failing to take over his body.
You may be immortal, but how long can you run from the other gods of TCO? for his crimes, I will go act as bait you escape to the Original continent go to Eden prime I will get in touch once things have come down" With a final, grim look, he vanishes in a stream of Blue Aura, leaving the Queen alone in the silent, star-lit void of her own broken heart.
The neural interface of the Data Bank shudders, the shimmering cosmic realm of the Universe Master beginning to blur as the timeline accelerates. The stars streak into long, blinding lines of light as 1,500 years of history are compressed into a chaotic, cinematic montage. The vision stabilizes within the cold, sterile command deck of the Z1 Fortress. Future Daenerys sits upon a throne of liquid metal, her eyes hard and devoid of the warmth she once held. Floating before her is a sealed, containment cube, a prison of shifting geometry. Inside, a haggard, skeletal version of Dream presses his body against the glass like a cube prison.
"Daenerys, don't do this," Dream rasps, his voice a ghost of its former melody. "I know I have lost your trust... but I am fading. If I die in here, my soul will be erased from the Great Wheel."
"If you die," Daenerys responds, her voice like grinding ice, "I will simply reach into the abyss and pull you back to answer for what you've done."
"Please," Dream begs, his strength failing. "Let me at least see our son before the end."
"You put my son in the path of your machinations!" she snarls, standing over the cube. "You are no different from the Mad King; even my dad is evil, but at least he is honest about it, but you are not. All these centuries... was it all an act?" With a flick of her wrist, she manipulates the temporal stabilizers of the cube. "I am accelerating the time inside the cube by another 5000 years for the next seven days. By the time the 7 days end, you will only have five days of life left. Use them to reflect." Daenerys says with indifference.
"I just wanted to survive, the curse placed on me by the great wheel is strong, just give me a moment to explane" Dream says as the purple marks appear on his body and he collapses to the floor of the cage, his hand cut off, and refuses to regenerate inside the cube. "If only I had told you earlier... perhaps she would believe me, and things would be different..." His eyes flutter shut as he slips into a forced, starving unconsciousness.
The scene dissolves and reforms 12 days later. The heavy blast doors of the fortress hiss open, and a handsome young Tiefling man with moonlight-white hair, violet eyes, and pale, fair skin like Daenerys flies in atop a massive black-and-red wyvern Dragon, his scales now reinforced with bio-mechanical plating.
"Dragniel! You're safe!" Daenerys cries, rushing to hug the young man. "Mom, stop!" Dragniel von Targaryen pulls back, his expression frantic. "I heard about the fight. Please, you have to let Dad out! He didn't plan the ritual—I did."
Daenerys freezes. "What are you saying?"
"I found out his secret," Dragniel explains, the words spilling out in a rush of guilt. "I knew he couldn't survive without the constant accumulation of knowledge and wanted to help him, but I knew he had his reasons for keeping this secret. I tricked him into taking me to the Rinska Secret Region to planet Kajira under the guise of training, but in truth, I had already been secretly using the planet as a base for researching a way to break the curse placed on him by the great wheel.
I know your Bio mechanical clone is unable to freely monitor secret regions without expending most of your energy. Mom, after going through the research, he tried to stop me; he did not want me to! But I wanted to save him at any cost, so I activated the ritual. His my father, and I deeply respect him. He is an emperor who is willing to do anything to protect his people, even at the cost of his own life."
His voice breaks. "The ritual went wrong. Because Dad has no Origin, the backlash knocked him out. I panicked. I used my soul slave, Vinga, and commanded him to use God Country teleportation to sneak into your Internal World Targerion secret region, and tricked Orelia into letting me reach your Origin Core. I tried to use a portion of your original core power to heal him since I had seen you even resurrecting people from the dead using your origin cores power. But the power was too much. I blacked out, but before I did, I saw Dad had woken up when you suddenly teleported inside with your guards after finding out your original core was in danger. Mom, he was just trying to protect me from the fallout when you walked in and saw my research. This isn't his fault!"
"Dragniel... what have you done?" Daenerys whispers, her face turning ashen. "Wait... Dream!!"
With a scream of realization, she summons the containment cube. It materializes in the center of the room, but it is empty of life. At the bottom of the cage lies Karsus' body, unresponsive and riddled with jagged purple cracks.
"No... no, no! By the gods, no!" she howls, falling to her knees. She frantically summons the physical vessel of the cube holding Karsus and tries to give what appears to be a golden scroll as he frees Karsus from the cube holding him in his hands.
"Karsus, wake up! Dream, please!" She desperately tries to channel her Universe Master energy into the husk, but as she touches the body, the cracks spread. With a sound like breaking glass, the form of the man she loved crumbles into fine, purple sand, slipping through her fingers and scattering across the cold floor of the fortress.
"No! Why, Mom? Why couldn't you have just waited?!" Dragniel screams, his voice echoing off the sterile walls. "Did you even speak with Katarina Restova? She's your Head of Intelligence for a reason!"
"Dragniel, I found the research in his room!" Daenerys shouts back, her voice desperate and cracking with the realization of her mistake. "I found you lying on the floor, unconscious! Your father was holding my World Origin, and his personal storage was filled with data on how to link a being to a world origin! What was I supposed to believe? I thought he was seizing my world origin!"
The heavy hydraulic doors of the bridge slide open with a hiss. Katarina Restova strides in, a striking figure with flowing red hair that contrasts sharply against her black tactical suit. Her face is a mask of grim professionalism.
"Enough, both of you," Katarina commands, her voice cutting through the hysteria. "The investigation is complete. Empress Daenerys, the intelligence gathered by Delta Six is conclusive: This entire ritual was orchestrated by your son. Karsus had no part in the conspiracy to seize the Origin. He tried to hide the truth from you only because he knew you would never accept that Dragniel would do something so reckless. Karsus remains... he remained... loyal to the end. Now, where is he?"
The silence that follows is suffocating.
"Fuck..." Dragniel says, his moonlight-white hair falling over his face as he collapses against the console. "I killed him. I killed Dad."
"Dragniel, it's not your fault!" Daenerys cries, reaching out to hug her son, her hands trembling.
"Don't!" Dragniel snarls, recoiling from her touch as if it were poison. "Don't ever touch me. Do you hear me? You killed him after everything he did for you. After centuries of devotion, you couldn't even give him the benefit of a doubt? You chose your crown over him. You know what, keep your crown if this is what it means to be royalty. I don't want to be a Targaryen prince."
"I can bring him back!" Daenerys shrieks, her violet eyes glowing with a manic light. She summons the Allspark Heart, activating the Life Embodiment ability. Divine, golden light floods the room, surging toward the pile of purple ash and the crumbling sand of Karsus's vessel. But the light simply passes through them like a ghost. There is no soul left to anchor. No spark to ignite. It is as if he never existed.
"I can't believe he's gone because of me," Dragniel says, his voice dangerously hollow. He turns toward the hangar bay.
"Dragniel, where are you going?" Daenerys begs, the Empress of ten trillion light-years, reduced to a grieving mother.
"I am going far away from you," he says, not looking back. "I can't stand the sight of you. Every time I look at your face, I see only the woman who murdered my father."
The scene shifts to the exterior of the Z1 Fortress. Drogon lets out a mournful, earth-shaking roar as Dragniel leaps onto his back. With a powerful beat of his wings, the black-and-red wyvern tears into the cosmic void, disappearing into the stars and leaving Daenerys Targaryen alone in the center of her hollow, glittering empire.
The shimmering fragments of the future collapse into a singular, breathtaking vision. Within the vast expanse of the TCO Data Bank, the Universe Master form of Daenerys Targaryen manifests as a titan of celestial authority standing 10 light-years tall. Clad in her shimmering silver regalia, her presence is so immense that cosmic currents dance around her like silk ribbons caught in a solar wind. As she holds the Dream, Daenerys and the allspark system in the palm of her hand.
Below this central sovereign, three gargantuan avatars, each a staggering 5 light-years in height, stand as the pillars of her multifaceted power:
The Biomechanical Avatar: A masterpiece of the Allspark's evolution, this avatar's bronze and gold chassis is woven with unique engravings. It has blue cybernetic eyes, and its blue core pulses with a pure blue primordial force energy,
The Divine God-Avatar: A radiant being of pure, solidified solar grace. With wings of fractured light golen hair, and a tail of molten gold,
The Bhaalspawn Sovereign: A striking contrast of crimson and shadow, this avatar wears blood-red robes etched with dark, pulsating ley-lines. Her eyes, one gold, one piercing blue, reflect the cold, tactical ruthlessness of a warrior who has killed more worrisome than she can count.
"The three avatars glow with a resonance that shakes the very stars. "Technological supremacy, divine creation, and the primal instinct to survive. "These are your Avatars," the Allspark says as its main body in the silver Regalia begins to speak to Daenerys and her subordinates.
"If this video is playing, it means that Dream, or in my case, Karsus, has revealed his past and proved his loyalty to me," the Future Daenerys says, her image flickering with the weight of a dying timeline. "I wish I could see you. Dream... my love, my partner, my friend... I am sorry for everything. I know you find this strange, but know that I regretted every choice. I gained power, wealth, and authority, but I lost the only thing that mattered: you."
The cinematic vision blurs with her grief. "After I killed you, our son never spoke to me again. He fled to the unexplored Prime Material Plane, and though I eventually found him, without Dream, he had become a shell of his former self. I researched every way to bring you back, but nothing worked. That was when Katarina Restova devised this plan to force the truth into the light earlier."
She steps forward, her 10-light-year form casting a shadow over the galaxies. "It took me 1,234 years to crack the seal on your memories, using the Mental Library and the Configuration Ability which I inherited when you died. Once I gained access, I worked to bridge the past and future. I utilized the Allspark to send a message to my younger self, back when I was still getting acquainted with you. I knew that if I understood what you were suffering through, I would have made a different choice."
Her form begins to become translucent, the edges of her silver regalia fraying into stardust. "I don't have much time. Know this: Dream's true name is Karsus, the Momentary God, the Magic Emperor of the Netherese Empire. He is your most valuable treasure; protect him with your very life. I cannot let my son hate me again."
The data bank hums, ready to discharge its final payload. "Inside this bank, you will find every plan, every strategy, every opportunity, and every mistake I ever made, together with several plans that will allow you to move with more efficiency. But before that, there is one thing you must do before you escape: get the Ebon Soul Tower and reincarnate Katarina Restova and enslave her with a soul contract. You will understand why. She is the linchpin for my plans to flourish. Two, name your children after your three dragons and know that you are now a Targarion, a special life form, specifically a special life form of the primordial transformer race, and can now only ever have 3 children in your life. In my life, we only had one by the time I became an immortal. Remember to have them before you become immortal. And lastly... enjoy yourself this time."
The cosmic silence of the Data Bank is shattered by the haunting resonance of the Silver-Haired Avatar, her voice echoing through the galaxies of the internal world like the mournful tolling of a bell across time.
"Daenerys of the past," she begins, her shimmering form casting long, celestial shadows over the trillions of stars. "Dream's soul is linked to yours, and thus he was the only pure-blood male Targaryion in existence. Both Karsus and I had various sexual relations with other partners in our lives, but we soon realized the cold truth as special life forms we could not get pregnant, nor impregnate other beings, well, that was until Dragniel was born. It was when I was around a world master, and we had visited as a party held by the true god Mansa Musa, we were drinking, and one thing led to another, and we shared a bed together. It was only after a few months that I realized I was pregnant, and after 9 months, I had a baby whom I named Dragniel Von Targaryen after my Wyvern Drogon, yes, yes, I know my dragons are wyverns.
"Daenerys, I had never been happy. I had my own child, my own flesh and blood. We lived together in my internal world for thousands of years, and we were happy, really happy. it was when I broke through to immortal when my life core transformed to an highly dense and indestructible Origin core and thus it became the heart of my internal world and my most critical item, with this core even if my all bodies are killed a perfect replica is created almost immediately by then I had now gained two forms of immortality, one from my allspark heart and another from my Origin core making my power more formidable than you cold ever imagine. But something happened. I had taken in a disciple named Lunar Mascor. He was a unique talent. She was previously a sex slave. I found her on planet Karzu, the home of the tiefling race, which was under the rule of Volcan Vane. I eventually killed the bastard and took over the planet, becoming the new leader of the Tiefling race.
This was the first planet I visited when I became the administrator. Her betrayal was one that I did not see coming. After I defeated her, I took her as my disciple and trained her personally, but when he became immortal, she tried to take Missandei and threatened to soul enslave her. The thing with normal soul enslavement it is permanent and makes the being completely under her control, even if I resurrect them. I had no choice but to follow her instructions. She tried to take over my origin core by taking Missandei, whom I had reincarnated hostage, but something happened when she tried to take over the origin core, which boosted her power and life gene by 100, but her body was incompatible with the immense energy and she died her origins to the allspark completely cut off meaning I could not resurrect her even if I wanted.
So you can imagine my rage when I found Karsus with our son performing an experiment on the origin core. I thought Karsus had betrayed me, and asked Katarina to carryout an investigation. But I was angry and could not wait for Katarina to bring me the reports on her findings, and I decided to torture Karsus, but I went too far and killed him. I could not just wait a few days. Karsus would have survived if I had not accelerated the time within his cube prison, killing him. By the gods, this is the worst decision of my entire life.
Thanks to this dumb act I not only lost my loyal husband but my son and even with the allspark I could do nothing, My son refused to forgive me and Karsus died protecting his son from me fearing that me discovering the info would put him at risk because he new that if I could kill my own brother Viserys their was a possibility I would harm our son, but in truth I would never harm Dragniel. After our fallout, Dragniel left my internal world and escaped to an unexplored original universe without even saying goodbye. "Daenerys says as she begins to cry.
The vision shifts, showing a montage of the vast, unexplored Prime Material Plane. "Dragniel inherited my biomechanical talent, and when he fled after the tragedy, I spent 1,456 years searching the infinite void, visiting original universes that defy description. I finally found him ruling over a small galaxy within the Volon Original Universe, guarded by my three dragons, which I had previously reincarnated."
Her eyes reflect a bittersweet pride. "By then, he had become a sovereign ruling an entire galaxy. I was proud, but at the same time, sad. He had 567 wives from different races and had 1,675 children, who also had thousands of children, all of whom inherited my biomechanical genes and were capable of transforming between their normal race and mechanical forms. My son, was by then a World Master, and some how had not yet obtained our reproduction suppression; by the time he ascended to immortality, his lineage had grown to 1,984 children, I spent many years observing him and protecting from the shadows getting to know him but what I saw broke me, he was a ruler who only loved sex, money, women and power he did not care for his people in his galaxy and most of them lived horrible lives slavery, exploitation, piracy murder, drugs. My son was gone, the proud, ambitious, caring prince was gone, replaced by someone I barely recognized. It was also at this time that my third avatar, The Divine god Avatar, was able to pay for the Primodial fruit your father had stolen and used to fix my Dragniels origin, thanks to Bhaal, who gave me a primodial artifact called the celestial prism and told me to exchange it for the primodial fruit in exchange for removing Karsus Bounty, and thus we did not need to run. In exchange for Dream's bounty being removed, we were granted immunity by TCO and thus were free to act, though we were demoted to external members by AO.
The silver image flickers, a tremor of grief marring her divine composure. "I tried to tell him that I had exchanged a primordial treasure and repaid 980 contribution points to the TCO, and we did not have to hide anymore. I explained to him that the hunt was over. But Dragniel did not care. He looked at me with the same cold indifference I once showed your father. Then suddenly, a video begins to play.
"Mother, I do not care about TCO. I have been running all my life trying to stay as far away from you, and finally I became an immortal capable of contending with universe venerables. I was fine without you, and I don't need you. Leave my territory if I ever see you again, I will fight you till either you kill me or I kill you, no matter how meaningless my efforts may be, and don't even think of ever speaking to my children. now leave" Dragniel says never lowering his sword towards her mother. I left knowing our bond was utterly broken.
The cinematic focus shifts to a 5 light-year dark, blood-red nebula where a terrifying, familiar silhouette looms. It was Bhaal who had obtained a new body called the remote ocean. Thanks to his constant wars with the TCO, his power had grown and allowed him to break through to the rank of Universe Overlord. When I told Bhaal of my situation, he truly did not care. Bhaal cares for nothing but the thrill of the slaughter and ensuring my safety, only because he knows I am the only one who can bring him back from the shores of death with zero effort."
The Silver Avatar's voice grows distant as she fades. "He told me I had taken away the only person my son ever respected. Bhaal feels trapped; he cannot kill you, and you cannot kill him due to your familial bond. To him, my questions are a waste of time. Our relationship is merely transactional—he serves when he wishes, but he stands as a wall against my enemies at all costs."
As her silver light dims into the velvet black of the void, the Red-Haired Avatar, the Bhaalspawn Sovereign, steps forward, her eyes burning with a primal, predatory intensity. The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and iron as she prepares to speak.
The cosmic stage of the Data Bank vibrates as the Red-Haired Avatar, the Bhaalspawn Sovereign, steps into the light, her eyes glowing like dying embers. She rests a hand on the hilt of her jagged blade, her voice a low, dangerous rasp that carries the weight of a thousand battlefields.
"Daenerys, despite Bhaal's radical nature, he is quite the asset. Don't get me wrong, the guy is a loose cannon, but if there is one thing about him, it is that his power, influence, and strategies span eons. I am telling you, it is better to have him as an ally rather than an enemy."
The Golden-Winged Avatar bristles, her feathers of fractured light rustling with indignation. "Well, I for one don't like him. He is ruthless and brutal to his enemies. There is no grace in his slaughter, only chaos."
"I like him because he is efficient in completing tasks, unlike you two," the Biomechanical Avatar interjects, her voice a cold, synthesized chime.
The air suddenly screams as the Red-Haired Avatar draws her black blade, Kuruyami, in a blur of motion. She points the obsidian tip directly at the Biomechanical body's throat, her lip curling in a snarl. The dignified silence of the Universe Master's realm shatters into a chaotic, cinematic barrage of insults between the two avatars.
"Clanker!" the Bhaalspawn spits. "Meat Sack!" the Machine retorts. "Rust Monkey!" "Pompous Parasite!" "Fireback!" "Neurologically Stunted Neanderthal!" "Bolt Muncher!" "Organic Abomination!" "Oil Drinker!" "Alcoholic!" "Battery Burner!" "Your hairline is slanted!" "Science Project!" "Your greatest grandfather is a gorilla!" "Tinskin!" "Incognitive Ape!"
The insults echo through the galaxies like thunder until the Avatar in the Silver Regalia raises a hand. A wave of absolute silence ripples outward, freezing the stars.
"Okay, you two are enough," she commands, her voice resonating with the authority of the Universe Master.
The Red-Haired Sovereign lowers Kuruyami with a lingering glare, and the Biomechanical Paragon recalibrates her sensors, both finally falling into a tense, begrudging silence. The trinity of your future self stands once more in alignment, though the cracks in their unity are as visible as the nebula behind them.
The cosmic silence returns, heavy and profound, as the Avatar in the Silver Regalia steps forward, her presence stabilizing the fracturing reality of the Data Bank. She looks upon her past self with eyes that have witnessed the birth and death of solar systems.
"Daenerys," she begins, her voice a celestial harmony, "these are my clones, the vessels that became my Avatars after I ascended as a Goddess of the Faerûnian Pantheon. Do not let the golden-haired one's appearance deceive you; she is the strongest among the three. What you see now is merely our base size at the Universe Master stage."
The vision expands, the background galaxies blurring as she reveals the true scale of a cosmic sovereign. "When we exert our full will, my primary body can expand to 100 million light-years, while my Avatars can each reach a staggering 500 million light-years. This god-like stature is the result of my Gene Level of 100 million, a feat achieved only through Karsus's guidance in deciphering the laws of Time and Space."
Her expression turns somber, a shadow of intellectual struggle crossing her face. "I have been attempting to master the Laws of Chaos, but the path is treacherous, and my progress has slowed to a crawl. In the past, I leaned upon Karsus's genius to bridge the gap in my understanding, but now… now the weight of comprehension rests solely on me. As for Bhaal and Karsus, they both managed to reach the Perfect Gene Level of 10,081."
She gazes directly into the "Present" Daenerys's, her image shimmering with particles of chronal energy. "Daenerys, Karsus, Allspark… I pray this time will be different. Brace yourselves. The path ahead is one the cosmos will remember for eras to come." She turns her head slightly toward her three silent pillars. "You guys… do you have something you wish to say to the version of me from the past?"
"Daenerys, I was the first clone, the one who majorly focused on managing the issues relating to the real world, dealing with most of your enemies, acting as Aria von Sindra. allowing you to move in the open with your enemies having no idea of your real identity," The red haired bhaalspawn clone says.
"Daenerys, I was formerly your second clone, the one who majorly focused on managing the issues of the allspark god kingdom, acting under the name Omega Prime, allowing you to move in the open with your enemies having no idea of your real identity," the biomechanical avatar says.
"Daenerys, I was formally your third clone, the one who majorly focused on managing the issues of the TCO, acting under the name Gaya, allowing me to access its various facilities. That's how I got the info on Dreams Identity." The golden-winged clone says as it hovers around.
"Ohh!! right I haven't told you, Daenerys, I am your true self, I am the original Tiefling body that became a primordial transformer. I was the one who pulled the strings behind the scenes, only acting in the place of my clones when necessary, with my base set in the outlands, but I usually prefer to stay in my main headquarters within my god's internal world. I am capable of changing my appearance to match any of my clones. I have been able to kill a lot of enemies who use my clones as a gauge for measuring my power. You should see their faces when they realize they have been tricked.
Daenerys you are formidable but don't let ambition blind you again and remember, I repeat remember, only reincarnate Katarina Restova when you have the ebon soul tower and enslaved him or was it her using a soul enslavement needle its confusing with this individual, you will understand when you meet this individual, I know you will have reservations when it comes to enslavement but if you don't do this their will be hell to pay Katarina is the most intelligent, highly unpredictable and dangerous individual I have ever met even as a normal human, trust me on that, how you get the ebon soul tower figure it out, Hope my sacrifice means something." The silver-haired Tiefling is the silver regalia says as the four beings fade. With a final, lingering look of love and regret, the Future Empress and her three colossal avatars fade into nothingness, leaving the silence of the void behind.
The shimmering blue vortex of the Data Bank collapses, the 100-light-year shattering folding into a single point of light before shattering. Their consciousnesses are returned to their bodies within Daenerys's private chambers.
"Oh my god... just let me think," Daenerys stammers, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of a nearby table for support. Her mind is a tempest of timelines and tragedies. "I had a son... an actual son."
Beside her, Dream, no, Karsus sits on the edge of the sofa. He adjusts his silk robe, his movements slow and deliberate as he absorbs the weight of his true name. "By the gods... It's finally beginning to make sense," he murmurs, his amethyst eyes burning with an ancient, reclaimed power.
Suddenly, the voice of the Future Empress rings out from the floating cube one last time: "This is my final gift to you." The data bank erupts into a stream of pure digital essence, dissolving into the Allspark System and destroying the physical vessel. Daenerys panics, her breath hitching. "What happened? Where are the memories? I can't mess up again, not after what I saw!"
Karsus stands, his presence filling the room with a sudden, grounding heat. He reaches out, his fingers interlacing with hers, and pulls her into a firm embrace. "Dany, calm down."
"I killed you," she whispers into his chest, her voice breaking. "I murdered you."
"I know," he answers softly.
"You should be mad! You should hate me!"
"I know," he replies, his arms tightening around her, refusing to let go. He lifts her chin so she is forced to meet his gaze. "You killed me, but knowing me, I would never willingly hurt you, no matter what you do to me. I forgive you the same way you forgave me for my secrets. Dry your tears, my loving wife. Fate has granted us a second chance."
A wicked, familiar spark returns to his eyes as he traces the curve of her jaw. "Besides, I saw the future. Your beauty only gets more dangerous with age. How am I supposed to stay mad when you age like the finest wine? We are the present, Dany. We can change the future."
The tension snaps. Daenerys pulls him into a long, passionate kiss, her hands tangling in his damp hair as they sink gracefully onto the plush sofa. The air between them thickens, heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the electric charge of their shared destiny.
"Ahem! You do know I am still here?" the Allspark's voice cuts through the haze. Daenerys breaks the kiss, her face flushed as she shifts her hair. "Oh. Right." She clears her throat, trying to regain her regal composure. "What happened to the rest of the memories?"
"Do not worry," the Allspark intones, its light dimming as it prepares to retract. "I have transferred the entire archive of your 50,293 years of life experiences directly into your Mental Library while also expanding your library's capacity to accommodate the new data. You and the Karsus can access them at will, and don't worry, I have left your 'little temple' untouched. For now, I will leave you to your devices. You two are truly the most confusing beings I have ever encountered."
With a final pulse of blue light, the Allspark's presence recedes, leaving the room in a state of intimate silence.
"So... what now?" Karsus asks, his voice dropping an octave as he watches the rise and fall of her chest.
"I honestly just want to sleep. It's been a long day, Karsus," she says, her voice a sultry purr as she stands and guides him toward the grand bed. "Or should I say... husband?"
"You want me to sleep with you?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Of course. You are my husband, the only other male Targarion in existence," she whispers, leading him under the heavy silk sheets.
As they lie together, the moonlight catching the silver of her hair and the lean muscle of his frame, Daenerys moves closer. Her fingers begin a slow, rhythmic dance below her waist, tracing patterns across the skin of his hip as she pulls his heat toward her. When suddenly they feel an unexplainable sense of fatigue falling asleep in each others embrace, the weight of the future is gone, replaced by the visceral, urgent reality of the man beside her. What happens next only time will tell