Trillions of conceptual miles above the bleeding surface of Aethelgard, Neo sat on his throne of solidified light. The administrative panels surrounding him were a blur of golden text, scrolling faster than any mortal mind could process.
His closed loop ecosystem was performing exactly as he had designed it.
The Multiversal Overlords had attempted to crash his internal reality by dropping the Supreme Curse into his domain. Instead, they had unwittingly initiated the greatest global progression event in the history of the Omniverse.
His three million universes were feast grounds. The max level mortals were dying, adapting, and growing stronger with every localized collapse. The energy generated by their infinite struggle was flowing directly back into Neo, expanding his Dominator Core with terrifying speed.
It was a flawless victory. Yet, as Neo watched the numbers climb, a strange sensation crept into his mind.
He was bored.
