Six months later, Suko awakens in his home. He stretches and stands.
"Long sleep… did me good."
With a thought, his clothes form perfectly around him, his hair sets into place, the table prepares itself. As he eats, a thought crosses his mind.
"A helper wouldn't be a bad idea…"
He pauses.
"Yeah. I'll make one."
Light gathers before him and shapes itself into a human form. A young man with serious eyes takes shape.
"Not bad… not bad at all."
Suko inspects his creation and assigns his powers:
Reality bending.
Movement at one hundred times the speed of light.
Universal-level strength.
Trillions of computations per second.
Super-intelligence.
Probability calculation.
Ability replication.
Galaxy-tier energy control.
Reaction time below milliseconds.
Finally, Suko places a hand over the figure's chest.
"Now… consciousness."
The figure's eyes open.
"Welcome," Suko says calmly.
"Don't be startled. I created you."
He thinks for a moment.
"Your name… Kaneki."
Kaneki feels the surge of power and steps back slightly, but Suko speaks with quiet authority:
"Relax. Don't try anything against me. From now on, you work for me."
Together, they set off.
Suddenly, a being materializes. Its presence equates to only 0.000001 of Suko's strength.
"So this is the threat."
In a blink, Suko teleports behind it, but the creature reacts.
"Fast… I'll give you that."
The battle lasts for hours. Suko breaks a sweat, then smiles.
"You pushed me a bit. Guess I'll raise the output."
Time freezes.
Suko steps beyond his universe and arrives in the world of the Author.
"So… this is where the story is written."
He appears before the writer.
"You… my author?"
The writer stares, pale.
"S-Suko?!"
Suko takes the phone from his hand.
"Why was I limited to 0.000001% power? Let's fix that."
He adjusts the settings on the screen:
> Power Output: 0.1%
"I'll fine-tune it later."
He rewinds time and returns to the battlefield.
"Now we're done here."
Supreme Concept Authority activates.
> The single, absolute will above all layers of existence, reality, metaphysics, and fiction itself. There is nothing beyond it.
In a single step, Suko stands before the creature.
One motion ends the battle.
"Easy."
Once more, he stops time and returns to the author's world.
"That's enough. This story ends here."
The writer protests weakly:
"But… there was more planned…"
Suko closes the phone.
"No."
And the novel ends.