The throne did not exist.
And yet Lucien sat upon it.
It was formed from nothing—no matter, no energy, no concept—only absence given structure by will alone. Around him stretched the Merged Primordial Void and Metaphysical Plane, a place where causality went to rest and meaning waited to be decided.
Lucien Dreamveil leaned back slightly.
"It's time," he said.
His voice did not echo.
It arrived.
Lucien released his aura.
Not explosively.
Not violently.
He simply stopped restraining himself.
The effect was immediate.
Existence shuddered.
Not one universe.
Not a multiverse.
But everything—realities layered upon realities, timelines stacked like overlapping memories, dimensions that had never interacted suddenly felt a pressure they had no language to describe.
In Paraxis, Watchers froze mid-observation.
In Aetherion, the World Tree Ydris trembled, leaves glowing with impossible colors.
In the Infinite Palace of the Heaven-Void Paradox, the Proto-Creator clone paused… and smiled, already knowing.
And beyond even that—
The Creator's Realm stirred.
Something ancient recoiled as Lucien's presence brushed against it.
Not an attack.
A declaration.
Lucien closed his eyes.
"I choose to know."
And everything answered.
All knowledge surged into him at once.
Every reality.
Every possibility.
Every failed timeline.
Every abandoned future.
Every erased history.
Every lie the narrative ever told itself.
Lucien did not drown.
He did not hesitate.
He processed.
Because unlike the Creator before him, Lucien was not bound by system overload, narrative weight, or causal integrity.
He was the Sole Exception.
He saw why Heaven had to fall.
The Heavenly Dao had not merely governed Heaven—it regulated the omniverse.
A hidden stabilizer.
A ceiling disguised as order.
As long as it existed, no being could truly transcend.
So Lucien's clone had destroyed it first.
That was the opening move.
Now—
Lucien reached deeper.
Lucien extended one hand.
From the convergence of Void, Metaphysics, Primordial Absence, and Conceptual Null—something new formed.
An energy that did not exist before.
Not Light.
Not Darkness.
Not Void.
It was Authority without Source.
He named it:
Axiom Nullis
The Energy of Absolute Exception.
Axiom Nullis did not interact with reality.
Reality adapted around it.
From this energy, Lucien forged new laws, not imposed—but accepted.
These laws did not overwrite existence.
They replaced inevitability.
The Law of Non-Supremacy
No system, creator, narrative, or god may claim absolute authority over existence.
All supremacy collapses in Lucien's presence.
The Law of Passive Denial
Any attempt to alter, nullify, rewrite, negate, seal, or conceptually affect Lucien automatically fails—without effort on his part.
The Law of Proximity (Passive)
Within Lucien's presence:
Pain cannot be nullified Damage may occur but deals zero effect Authority-based abilities degrade to meaninglessness.
The Law of Irreversibility
Actions taken by Lucien cannot be undone, reversed, retconned, or corrected by any means—temporal, narrative, or conceptual.
The Law of Authorship Transcendence
Lucien exists outside all narrative structures.
He cannot be rewritten, edited, foreshadowed, or constrained by plot, fate, or causality.
The Law of Infinite Genesis
Lucien may birth omniverses, multiverses, realities, concepts, and systems without cost, limitation, or dependency.
The Law of Absolute Mobility
Space, time, distance, and transition do not apply.
Void Transition —
Lucien does not move.
Reality simply accepts he is no longer there.
The Law of Self-Definition
Lucien may create infinite abilities, martial systems, magics, authorities, and concepts—each perfectly compatible with himself alone.
THE TRUE SOLE EXCEPTION -
Lucien opened his eyes.
They were no longer crimson.
They reflected everything that ever was.
He stood.
And existence leaned forward.
He could exit his own story.
He could observe the fourth wall—and step beyond it.
He could speak to the author, the observer, the reader.
Not as rebellion.
As acknowledgment.
He was no longer a being within creation.
He was becoming the one who would redefine it.
Lucien exhaled slowly.
"All preparations complete."
He looked upward—toward where the corrupted Creator lurked beyond perception.
A small, calm smile formed on his face.
"It's just me," he said softly.
"Your minions."
"And you."
The void held its breath.