Me.
From the moment existence began...
Even before the origin of everything, I was already seated upon this chair, observing all that transpires across the worlds.
That is the purpose of my existence — the sole mission of my life.
The birth and death of living beings are like dust in the wind to me. My goal is only to witness the rise and fall of civilizations, to record and archive knowledge.
Some have said I resemble Brainiac, but I know that we are fundamentally different forms of life. Though our actions may appear similar, I am nothing like that city-collecting AI — I do not interfere with reality.
But rules are sometimes meant to be broken. When a true threat capable of unraveling reality and the multiverse emerges, I intervene — without hesitation — because that, too, is part of my purpose.
If there is no life left for me to observe, I lose all reason to go on.
For endless ages, I have traversed every reality in the multiverse, observing and recording all that occurs.
And in the midst of that, I found a remarkable place — a parallel universe born from an anomaly in the Flash's timeline.
Throughout my long years studying the multiverse, I've seen many such splintered worlds. They rarely last — most collapse and perish within a few years, consumed by the rift between matter and antimatter.
But this universe… is different.
It seems to have been altered — saved — by something far greater. After enduring countless apocalypses and rebirths, this world began to stabilize. It ceased its cycle of destruction and sprouted new branches, brimming with life once more.
Never, in all the time I've existed, have I seen something like this.
I became obsessed. What force could rescue a world fated for oblivion? What did it do to give this civilization a future?
I have no answers — but I know I have all the time I need to search for them.
However, I was not the only one who discovered this universe. I understand all too well how tempting such a world is to certain beings.
And now, a new threat has emerged.
In the future I can perceive, reality will be rewritten. Everything here will be reshaped — redefined.
I suspect that being has acted once more.
Perhaps only that unknown entity possesses power supreme enough to do such a thing.
I don't know what this catastrophe will mean for this newborn universe. At its critical point, any external interference could tip the balance in unpredictable ways. So this time, I will break the rule again.
I won't allow that thing to corrupt this beautiful world.
"But you can't stop it."
…?
What?
Who's speaking?!
On the Mobius Chair, Metron's expression shifted drastically.
He turned quickly, scanning his surroundings — but saw no signs of life. And that unsettled him.
For he currently resided beyond the bounds of reality — a realm where no matter should exist.
It was precisely here — in this plane beyond reality — where no other lifeform should exist aside from him. And yet, that clear, undeniable voice… filled Metron with a fear he had never known.
"You cannot perceive me. My existence is fundamentally different from the knowledge stored in your mind."
The voice echoed again. This time, Metron was certain — it wasn't an illusion. The speaker was real… and close.
[Who are you!?]
Metron narrowed his eyes, scanning the void around him.
[Are you the one who saved this universe — the unknown being?]
"Saved this universe?"
The voice repeated the words with clear amusement, followed by a cold, mocking chuckle.
"No, my friend. I'm only beginning to save this universe."
The moment the sentence ended, alarm bells blared in Metron's mind. In the span of a heartbeat, he saw visions of fire consuming the skies, the land fracturing apart, civilizations falling into ruin, death wrapping its icy hands around the entire cosmos.
[No!]
Metron instinctively shouted.
And then — the attack came.
A devastating surge of energy struck from the front, enveloping him in raw, chaotic force. Metron was hurled backward through space like a ragdoll.
Fortunately, the Mobius Chair absorbed the brunt of the blow, shielding him from annihilation. But because of that moment — Metron saw it.
He saw the being that attacked him.
A presence hidden among the stars and shadows, a being ancient beyond measure, watching life silently since the dawn of everything.
Metron knew — this entity was just like him.
[You're an observer of the multiverse too, aren't you?]
Though he framed it as a question, there was no doubt in Metron's voice. He knew.
This being bore the same kind of energy as himself — energy that couldn't be faked or replicated. It was the kind of energy only those who had seen countless multiverses carried — distinct, like a fingerprint etched into their very being.
"I am... the Watcher."
The being spoke — or rather, the voice simply entered Metron's mind, bypassing all sound.
[That— That's impossible. I've never heard of another observer existing.]
Metron's voice trembled. Even the Mobius Chair, which recorded knowledge across infinite realities, had no mention of this being.
"Of course you haven't."
The Watcher let out another low chuckle — cold, ancient, absolute. Then, without haste, he raised his hand — slowly — toward Metron.
Sensing the hostility, Metron immediately tried to activate the Mobius Chair to escape — but to his horror, the surrounding space had been completely sealed. He couldn't move an inch.
[What are you doing?! Do you even realize the kind of catastrophe approaching this universe? There's a being—one that's devouring entire multiverses—it has already set its sights here. I—I have to—]
"This is not your task. And even if it were… you couldn't do it anymore."
Two forces—each powerful enough to unravel entire universes—clashed in the fabric of subspace. Energy howled and collided. The entire dimension began to twist and contort.
[You can't do this! We—we don't have the authority—]
Metron tried to reason further, but the Watcher had no interest in debate. He unleashed his full strength, pressing in with unstoppable might.
The Mobius Chair stood tall, like a lighthouse in a cosmic storm. Despite the collapsing space around it, the chair held firm, untouched — as if no force could truly harm it.
[As long as I remain in this chair, your power can't hurt me.]
Metron frowned. He still didn't understand who or what his enemy was. But he knew one thing — this would be a battle of attrition. Still, he had far more urgent matters at hand.
[The darkness is coming. The multiverse is on the brink and doesn't even know it. I must warn them — the universe can't take any more damage. I have to protect it.]
"You want to protect it?"
The Watcher's voice reverberated from every direction, distorted by the chaotic swirl of torn energies.
[Can't you see it? Just how beautiful this world is?]
"I see it."
A sudden flash of light erupted before Metron's eyes. Ethereal blue energy took form, and even Metron — immune to extremes of heat and cold — felt a freezing chill that pierced his core.
The next moment, a hand closed tightly around his throat.
"Which is why…"
Only then did Metron realize — the being was right in front of him. He had bypassed space, defied energy barriers, and struck him directly.
"I'm going to destroy it myself."
With those words, an unstoppable force surged through Metron. In an instant, he was wrenched from the Mobius Chair like a puppet cut from its strings.
[No! You can't! — That chair—!]
"You're just a slave to it."
With a casual blow, the Watcher sent Metron flying.
And at that moment, the Mobius Chair began to tremble violently.
It seemed to sense something — a danger perhaps — and it rapidly attempted to open a dimensional gateway. Broken space reformed, glowing arcs of light spun around it, coalescing into a brilliant vortex.
The Watcher immediately understood: the chair was trying to escape. Perhaps Metron had been right — no one could truly own the Mobius Chair. The moment it was free from Metron's control, it broke loose and prepared to flee. But just then, the Watcher moved.
In the final second before it vanished, he sat down.
In that instant, knowledge and power from infinite timelines surged into him. Cobalt-blue light flooded the entire subspace, coalescing into crystalline particles of matter.
[You... you can't do this…]
Metron, beaten and desperate, reached out a hand — a futile gesture to stop the inevitable. But it was over.
Ever since he lost the initiative, Metron no longer had any hope of turning the tide.
For a fleeting moment, Metron thought he saw a smirk — a cold, mocking grin — flicker across the bald man's face.
It was as if the Watcher was laughing at him… laughing at his ignorance, his arrogance. And then — light erupted.
Countless crystalline particles swirled through the air, converging rapidly into a massive dimensional portal. In the blink of an eye, both the Watcher and the Mobius Chair vanished into it.
Overwhelming darkness surged in.
Shattered fragments of space were torn apart and devoured by the endless void. Metron reached out, desperately trying to grasp the last remnants of light—
But a moment later, the darkness consumed him.
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