Inside the black void—there was no sound, no light, no movement. Only Michael's body floated, suspended in emptiness like a forgotten fragment of creation.
The radiant sphere that once surrounded him was gone, leaving only stillness. His limbs hung lifelessly, his chest unmoving, as if he had long since ceased to breathe.
Then, without warning, the faintest twitch—his right index finger moved. The silence shattered as his body began to glow, first dimly, then with rising intensity.
A pulse of heat spread from within him, radiating outward. The temperature climbed with every heartbeat until his very flesh began to peel away, layer by layer.
Thick black fluid oozed from his nose, mouth, and every pore—seeping from the roots of his hair, pooling into the void below. His form became unrecognizable, a black silhouette bleeding shadows.
Then, all at once, a blinding light erupted from him. It consumed the darkness, washing away the filth as though purifying him of something ancient and vile.
When the light faded, he was no longer a child. The frail body of an eight-year-old was gone.
His muscles had expanded, sharp and defined—built perfectly between strength and grace. His chest broadened, his arms toned with wiry power. His once-boyish face now carried the symmetry of a man, carved with faint sharpness and the hint of nobility. His black hair flowed down his nape, glimmering faintly with blue tints in the void's dim reflection.
Moments later, his eyes fluttered open. A deep gasp escaped his lips as he jolted upright, air rushing back into his lungs. "Hah—huff… huff… what—what was that? That thing… touched my forehead and—"
He stopped mid-sentence. His pupils dilated. Images—no, memories—poured into his mind with the force of a raging storm. His head throbbed violently. He clutched it in agony, gritting his teeth. "Ughhhh! Stop… stop it!"
Visions cascaded like shattered glass. His mother—Luminous—kneeling before a man —her father whose very presence distorted the air. Her collapse when she realized Michael could no longer be sensed.
Then—more. An endless montage of horror. His mother, blood-soaked and defiant, fighting armies of creatures that tore through worlds. Her blade flashing beneath dying stars. Every strike, every cry a testament to her desperation. She killed her enemies, her pursuers, even her friends—anyone who dared approach her child.
He saw her running through rain and ash, her body covered in wounds, holding a crying infant wrapped in cloth. Again and again, she fought until her own hands shook. She fled through galaxies, through ruins of civilizations, through endless nights—always alone.
The final image was the soft smile on her face when she fed him as a baby—gentle, loving, despite her trembling hands.
The flashbacks ended.
In the suffocating silence, a single tear slipped down Michael's cheek. It fell, striking the void below with a faint tip…—a sound that echoed endlessly through nothingness.
He stared blankly ahead, voice trembling with disbelief. "Wh-why go through all this? Just to protect me? An ignorant… useless child like me?!" His fists clenched, shaking. "WHY?!!"
Rage and grief surged together, twisting into something primal. His scream tore through the void. "JUST WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?"
The roar shattered reality. The void trembled, rippling like disturbed water. Waves of energy exploded outward, tearing through unseen dimensions.
Beyond the void, across timelines, galaxies, and infinite universes—the vibration reached all existence.
It was not sound; it was will.
In one universe, a thousand suns flickered out. In another, divine beings dropped to their knees, clutching their chests, their blood spilling as they coughed violently. Entire pantheons fell silent, unable to comprehend what touched them.
And in a distant dimension—"Secron's Realm"—a colossal being stirred. Valzahar, the Supreme Entity, sat upon a throne woven from the fabric of space itself. His body was made of stars and galaxies, universes orbiting within his translucent form.
He frowned as a pulse brushed across his skin. "What… was that?" he murmured, puzzled. Then agony struck him—piercing his mind, soul, and existence. His thoughts screamed. "Ughhhh—ahhhhhhh! W-what is this power?! It's—tearing through me!"
Across countless realities, similar cries erupted from the greatest beings alive. None could resist it. Those below their rank? They felt nothing. The wave ignored them entirely, as though deeming them unworthy of notice.
And at the epicenter—Michael.
He floated there, chest heaving, unaware of the destruction his anguish caused. His vision blurred with sorrow. He could no longer hold it in.
Then something caught his eye—a faint shimmer, a thread of light emerging from his chest. It pulsed softly, golden-white, stretching far into the darkness. He followed its path with trembling eyes.
"The hell…?" he whispered. The thread flowed from his heart outward, extending infinitely. Instinct took over. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Feel it. His instincts whispered. Not with your eyes—feel it in you.
He obeyed. He let go of his thoughts, breathing slowly. The thread pulsed again—and he felt it, a heartbeat synchronized with his own. Tshh… tshh… tshh…
And then—he saw her.
Through the tangled fabric of space-time, through distortions and tears in reality—he saw his mother. Luminous, faintly glowing, unconscious in a forest scarred by battle. The connection was real. It tied their hearts together.
"Mom…" he whispered, reaching out. His hand trembled as he tried to grab the thread. But before he could touch it, an invisible force yanked him backward, dragging him into the void again.
He gritted his teeth. "Tch… damn it…" His voice hardened. "That sphere. It's all because of that thing…" His gaze snapped to his right, his black pupils narrowing.
"I don't know how I know this but.." he paused and continued after a moment "..You should show yourself now, Clurs and...Explain. Everything."
The air around him warped violently. Space bent and folded in on itself. Then, from the distortion, the glowing sphere reappeared—spinning awkwardly, almost… nervous.
A voice echoed from it—soft, uncertain, feminine. "Umm… Master, maybe you could forgive me first…? You told me I was garbage, and I got a little… angry. So I might have… accidentally… given you some of your powers back early."
Michael blinked. His expression was blank disbelief. "What?" He raised a brow. "What power? And who the hell are you? I don't even know where I am!"
The sphere bobbed up and down, shimmering faintly. "Master, I can't explain everything right now. You need to find your mother. Once everything is stable again, I'll tell you everything. Is that okay?"
Michael sighed, exhaling heavily. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Fine. But stop calling me Master. It feels weird." He looked around. "And how exactly am I supposed to find my mom? I can't leave this place."
The sphere twitched—almost like a flinch. "U-um… I can only call you Master, sorry! But… as for getting out…"
Space distorted again. A glowing vortex appeared beside them, swirling with blue stardust and streaks of light. It pulsed with an inviting hum, like a heartbeat of the cosmos itself.
"Here," Clurs said quickly, her voice almost cheerful. "This will take you to her."
Michael gave her a small nod, his expression set in quiet determination. "Then I won't waste any more time."
Without hesitation, he jumped into the vortex. The light swallowed him whole, his body vanishing into the spinning gateway.
Clurs floated there for a long moment after he disappeared. The void was silent again—silent except for the faint hum of her sphere spinning lazily.
Then, softly, almost playfully, she giggled. "I wonder what Master's reaction will be when he remembers I'm a female… hehe~" She spun once, the sound echoing faintly through the endless black. "It's going to be fun again… just like the old days… hehe~~"
Her voice faded into the void, replaced by the faint shimmer of energy still lingering where Michael had been.
Somewhere beyond space and time, the boy who had been called an Anomaly had awakened—no longer a boy, but something far greater. Something the multiverse had never been ready for.
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To be continued…
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