Oblivion leaned back in his chair of black light and glass, a smirk tugging at his lips."Ah, well! It was a fun time at least. Should've known that Infinity bitch would've pulled more than just lending you a sliver of her power." He sighed, unbothered, as if the duel meant nothing to him.
Master Order's voice rumbled like law itself."With this… order has been achieved. I accept this ending to the court."
"Yup, me too!" Lord Chaos threw her legs over her throne, laughing, her dark skirt swaying as she pointed at Aiden. "T'was fun watching ya, kid. Guess you're one of us now, eh? What should we call you—Infinity, Aiden? Dragon God was kinda my favorite though."
Death rose, her skull-faced visage solemn, yet her tone carried warmth."Infinity made her decision long ago… to leave this court and end her own existence. She sought a worthy inheritor. And now… you make me proud, Aiden Blake. As the new Infinity."
Eternity's colossal form shifted, his crown of worlds glowing softly."Do you remember my words now, young dragon? You came to me once, but you did not try your hardest. Now that you have… do you still seek my help?"
Aiden shook his head, firm.
"Then…" the Living Tribunal's three faces intoned in unison, voice vast and final, "as a result of the Trial by Combat, Aiden Blake shall be crowned not only victor, but a member of the Abstract Court. You are now a pillar that keeps existence true."
The Tribunal's gaze shifted to Oblivion."Oblivion shall return to his realm and await the end of the current existence."
Oblivion stretched his shoulders lazily, unfazed."As much as I love the idea of slipping back into nothingness, there's just one problem. My realm? Gone. Thanks to the Beyonders all being dead. So… shame. I'm staying."
"I will not accept that." Aiden's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing.
Oblivion chuckled darkly."Oh, please. Now, now, little one. You're new here, but eager, I see. Don't hate me too much. I can't help but wish for the end of all things. It's in my nature. My very identity."
Aiden studied him quietly, then stood. His aura surged with infinite weight as he walked forward."Well, so is mine. I am infinite. Infinitely merciful, but also infinitely punishing. The Beyonders are gone—true. But that doesn't mean there's no realm for you anymore."
He stopped in front of Oblivion, extending his hand."I will act as that realm."
Oblivion blinked, then laughed mockingly."Oh boy, looks like power got to this kid's head. You are Infinity—you can't—"
The words froze on his lips. His eyes widened. He felt it. His essence… slipping away.
"You…" Oblivion rasped, looking down at his own hands as his form began to fade. His voice dropped, disbelief creeping into it. "You're absorbing me? That's… not possible. This kind of power… only—"
He turned to the others, but even they were silent, shaken. Shock painted their eternal faces. Not even the Abstracts had imagined such a thing—that one Abstract could consume another.
Oblivion gave a breathless laugh, his resistance fading."Ah… I see. It was his decision, then. Whatever." He leaned back, letting his being unravel into Aiden's endless infinity. "See you later, lads… till the end of all things."
And then he was gone.
Silence reigned.
Aiden exhaled slowly, steady, and turned back to face the court. His presence was different now, overwhelming. Endless. The others could feel it—the paradox of Infinity carrying Oblivion within himself.
"Now then," Aiden said, voice calm but iron. "I believe there's no reason for this meeting to continue. I have family to return to."
The Living Tribunal's three faces inclined as one."There shall be no reason to maintain court. You may all return to your realms. Aiden Blake—Infinity—expect a visit from a special someone… very soon."
One by one, the Abstracts faded, leaving only Aiden and Death.
She stepped closer, her hollow eyes fixed on him."Well," she asked softly, "did you find it?"
Aiden raised a brow. "Find what?"
"Your purpose in life."
For a moment, he blinked, surprised by the simplicity of the question. Then a laugh escaped him, quiet, genuine. He remembered Earth. His first days. His confusion. His fear. Fighting only because Death had ordered him to protect the world—or suffer. He had had no purpose.
But now…
"Yes," he said at last, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I think I did."
His family's faces flashed through his mind, warm and clear. That was enough.
And so, with a flash of light, he too vanished, leaving the throne behind.
....
Back in his home, Aiden Blake was no longer the warrior who had faced gods and abstracts, but simply a son, a brother, and a man. He embraced his family—the mother who wept into his shoulder, the father who clutched him in silence, and the little sister who laughed through her tears.
And then he turned to them—the women who had waited, patient yet fearful. To them, his absence had been no more than an hour, but to Aiden it had been a crucible that remade the cosmos. Their eyes searched him, as if to make sure he was real. He smiled, and in that moment, the tension in their hearts melted.
Infinity had returned home.
Yet he was not merely home—he was more. With a thought, he bent his will across the planet, and every fracture of humanity was healed. Food shortages, water crises, energy and shelter—gone. Diseases that had plagued countless generations—undone. The scars of war, of greed, of despair—smoothed away.
Because that was what Infinity was. It was the endless answer, the inexhaustible solution. Where there was a void, Infinity filled it. And so he did.
Aiden lived. And in living, he gave the world a future it could not have dreamed of.
He married his girls, each one who had stood by him through fire and blood. And as the years passed, others joined him—hearts drawn not to Infinity's power, but to Aiden's humanity. Even Carol, who had sworn she would never be bound to any man, found herself drawn into his orbit, humbled by the warmth he carried.
And so Aiden Blake, who once sought purpose, built one with his own hands. He sired children—many children—sons and daughters who bore his spirit, each a flame of potential brighter than the last. Their laughter echoed through halls once touched by battle, their futures unchained from the limitations of the past.
The world changed. Not because Infinity demanded it, but because Aiden chose to give it.
The boy who once wandered without direction now stood as husband, father, protector, and legend. He was no longer simply the Dragon God, nor merely Infinity. He was something rarer—something greater.
...
The sun was warm over the park. Children's laughter carried through the air, bright and weightless, and the world itself seemed at peace. On a bench, an old man sat alone, his eyes like two fading stars.
Not far away, a young boy with flame-red hair and piercing blue eyes paused from his game. He noticed the old man's hand trembling as he lifted a canteen. Without thinking, the boy ran over, filled a cup from the fountain, and held it out.
"Here you go, grandpa," the boy said shyly.
"Oh, that's lovely of you!" The old man smiled as he took the water. His voice was gentle but carried something deeper—something ancient. "The weather's been hot today, hasn't it?"
The boy nodded.
The old man tilted his head, watching the children run. "This generation… so vibrant, so happy. All thanks to the Dragon God."
The boy blushed faintly. "Yeah… all thanks to him that we're happy."
"Yes, yes," the old man chuckled, his voice cracked with age but tinged with nostalgia. "Aiden. I remember when his name first surfaced. People thought he'd be trouble for the Avengers—hah! Back then people still hated mutants, you see. But I believed in him. That boy saved my life once. I was at a zoo with my daughter… he couldn't have been more than nine. A child, but he fought to protect everyone. When he returned from the war as a god, I was one of the first to kneel. Not out of fear—but respect."
The boy's eyes widened. "You knew him since he was a kid?"
The old man's gaze sharpened, studying the boy's face. "Funny you say that. He looked just like you. Except those blue eyes—those must be from your mother, eh?"
The boy's cheeks flushed. "So you noticed…"
"Of course. I'd be a fool not to recognize a son of a god."
The boy lowered his head.
"What's got you so dejected, young one?" the old man asked softly.
"It's just…" The boy's voice cracked. "Dad's great. He's everything. He fixed the world. My brothers and sisters are all out in space doing amazing things. But me? I'm ten and still powerless. Everyone expects me to be great too, but I'm… weak."
"Oh? But you're still young," the old man said kindly.
"Yes, but they developed powers at five. I'm ten. Still nothing."
The old man laughed, a sound like distant thunder. "And so what? Must you have power? Must you be great? No. You must be happy. That is your father's decree."
"I know…" The boy bit his lip. "I just feel like I want… more."
"One day…" The old man's eyes burned suddenly bright, like a flicker of eternity. "One day you'll be far greater than even your father."
The boy blinked, puzzled, but before he could reply, a voice called across the park.
"Ray!"
The boy turned and saw him—his father, Aiden Blake, walking toward them.
"Dad!" Ray ran to him and threw his arms around him.
Aiden hugged him back, then looked past his son to the old man on the bench. His expression changed, his eyes narrowing. He placed a hand on Ray's shoulder.
"Why don't you go play with the other kids? Me and this old man have some things to discuss."
"Okay! Bye Dad! Bye old man!" Ray waved and ran off.
Aiden walked slowly to the bench and sat down next to the old man. "Well… what brings you here?"
The old man sighed, his frame seeming heavier. "I'm dying."
Aiden snorted. "Yeah, sure. So what are you really here for?"
The old man's gaze turned iron. "Your son, Ray. He will inherit me."
Aiden froze. "What are you talking about?"
"I am dying," the old man repeated quietly.
Aiden's eyes darkened. "Are you kidding me? You're the One Above All. How can you die?"
The old man smiled faintly, but it was a tired smile. "Soon the One Below All will escape. That incident with Oblivion shook the balance. He's struggling against the bindings. I'm too tired. And I want an inheritor. Your son… he's the one I will trust."
"You…" Aiden whispered.
"You don't have to worry. It will be decades before I perish. I only came to tell you this—prepare him. That's all I ask."
For a moment, they sat in silence. The old man reached out, brushed a hand against Aiden's shoulder, and smiled. "Take care of yourself, Infinity."
And with that, the One Above All dissolved—not with thunder, not with spectacle, but with a quiet fading, like the end of a heartbeat.
Aiden stared at the empty bench. He exhaled sharply, a smirk playing at his lips. "Looks like my bloodline will go further than me after all…" He chuckled under his breath. "Damn. I thought I was special."
He looked across the park at Ray—his son, laughing with the other children—and for the first time in a long time, Aiden felt small. But he also felt proud.
The world had changed, yes. But so had the future.
And somewhere beyond sight, a story was already preparing its next chapter.
........
And so… it ends....
Thank you. Truly, from the bottom of my heart thank you to everyone who even read a single chapter of this story. To those who stuck with me to the very last line of Aiden's journey, you have my infinite gratitude.
To the people who supported me, shared their thoughts, encouraged me, and even spent money to fund my writing… you have no idea how much that meant. To you it may have seemed small, but to me, it was everything. You turned my life from a dark place into something brighter, something full of hope
This is the end of Aiden Blake's journy… but it is not the end of my stories.
Jason's journey in Sukuna in DC is still ongoing, and if you've enjoyed this adventure, I promise you'll love what's still to come there.
And I'm beyond excited to finally announce my next project:Shadow Monarch in Danmachi.It's still in the works, but trust me....it's going to be something special.
Once again, thank you for believing in me, for following Aiden's path from boy to god to Infinity itself. Without you, none of this would have existed.
Until the next journey…Stay infinite.
Riad