As the boy fell from the window—
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇
Somewhere in the Third Layer of Creation…
𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂 – Domain of the Gods
In the third layer of creation, within one of the divine realms,a god sat upon his golden throne—half-clad in celestial armor, his other side bare, a great blade resting beside him.
His name: Warchēzo.
His gaze drifted downward, into the lower layers of existence, watching… listening… as if searching for something in the suffering.
"Seriously, Warchēzo?"
A voice cut through the silence—deep, mocking.
From behind, another god approached. His armor was crimson and black, radiating with chaotic aura, dark blue hair flowing as he walked forward with casual arrogance.
"You're still watching those mortals and low-tier species? Really?"
Warchēzo didn't look back.
The other god—Voldi—scoffed.
"What? You afraid they'll rise up and overthrow us or something? Please. Their power levels are pathetic.they can't even comprehend our presence alone"
Warchēzo sighed, unamused.
"Tch… Voldi, our job is to oversee and ensure balance and peace across the layers of creation. I'm just doing my part."
Before he could continue, a softer, silkier voice echoed through the chamber.
A goddess stepped forward—her divine presence regal, yet dismissive.
"Come now, Warchēzo… you know Voldi is right," she said, her tone almost playful. "You care too much for them. Cosmic balance, sure—but whether the lowly species suffer or not is none of our concern. They're just… collateral damage."
The goddess smirked and she added on:
"Besides, if something does get destroyed, it doesn't matter if it's a timeline,reality,universe or the entire multiverse,is not as if we can't fix it with a blink."
"See, Warchēzo?" Voldi said smugly. "Velroa gets it. Unlike somebody I know."
Warchēzo finally turned his head—cold, tired, done with their arrogance.
"Do whatever you want, Voldi. But I'll do my job. Unlike somebody here"
"Tch. Warchēzo, you're really boring, you know that?"
Velroa rolled her eyes, resting lazily on her throne of divine light.
"You're the only one of us who cares so much about the tiniest little beings. And like I said, even if something goes wrong—what, you think it can't be fixed with a blink?"
Warchēzo didn't reply. He just sighed.
"Whatever…"
Voldi:"Warchēzo… these lower species? They weren't created for meaning. They were made to be expendable."
"The Cronton Wheel and the Guardians only have us oversee them so creation can keep expanding—so the multiverses and otherworldly realms in the lower two layers can grow without limit."
"Their suffering? Not our concern. Our duty lies with the realms themselves—not whatever pathetic life resides inside them."
Meanwhile…
The boy was still falling.
The wind tore past his ears as the ground rushed up to meet him.
This was it. Finally.
He could finally die.
One moment of peace. One moment of mercy. One breath without pain.
Closer… closer…
And then—
BOOM.
He didn't hit the ground.
He hit someone else.
A doctor had just walked out of the hospital entrance.
The boy's body crashed onto him, sending them both to the floor.
The doctor lay there—motionless.
Blood pooled beneath his head.
People screamed.
Phones were out.
Cameras flashed.
And him?
Still alive.
"N-No… NOOOOOOO!"
His scream wasn't even out loud—it tore through his head like glass.
He'd failed. Again.
And now…
He killed someone.
Sirens blared. Red and blue lights danced across the rain-soaked streets.
He lay there, numb, as the crowd gathered—talking, whispering, judging.
"SIR! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"
"He'll be under arrest once he's discharged."
"What the hell is wrong with him…?"
"Of course someone like that wants to die."
"Honestly… the world would be better without him."
Each word stabbed harder than the last….but at the minimum…he had endured far worse so this..would just fall under another of those countless failed attempts..
Oh…
But then… his eyelids suddenly grew heavy.
His vision blurred.
His body went still.
And without the will to fight it…
His eyes closed.
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇
"P-Please… just let it end a-alrea—h-huh?"
His voice trembled as he looked around.
"Where… am I?"
He blinked, but nothing made sense.wasn't he just by the hospital roadside?how the hell did he end up here…
"Am I finally dead? I-is this the afterlife?"
He took a step.
"It doesn't look like it… but I'm not alive either."
His fists clenched.
His voice cracked again.
"C'mon, world… just let me be in peace already! AARGHHH!HOW AM I STILL NOT DEAD YET!"
He screamed into the void.
But this place—this realm—was wrong.
It felt like he shoudnt even be here…
He didn't even know what this place was.
And then…
BOOOOM.
A low, otherworldly sound echoed across the unknown realm, shaking the realm like a distant god's heartbeat.
The boy froze.
Every breath halted.
Was he dead? Was he dreaming?
Or… was this something else entirely?
"Hello? Somebody? ANYONE!?" he yelled out.
But there was no response.
Just silence.
Then, the realm shook again—violently.
The surrounding withtin the real trembled, throwing him off balance.
"AHHH—GAH—WHAT IS THIS?!"
He was flung around like dust. But slowly… the chaos calmed.
He managed to regain control, steadying himself mid-air.
"Of course. Even this place is screwing with me…" he muttered bitterly.
But just as he caught his breath—
A portal opened.
Right in front of him.
"Huh?"he mumbled.but his eyes widened when he saw…
Inside the portal…
was him.
Suffering.
But it wasn't his life—well not exactly. The memories didn't match. The scenes were different.
It showed a version of him, yes—but not the path he had lived.
"What the hell…?"
Before he could react, another portal opened beside the first.
And another version of him appeared.
More suffering. Different again,but worse.
And then—
A third.
A fourth.
A fifth.
Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands.millions..billions..trillion and more…
Portals began to split and multiply, spreading across the entire realm like cracks in glass—each one showing a different life… all filled with pain, torture, and suffering…
But none of them were the same.but each one was worse than the other.
And worst of all…
he could see them all.
Every. Single. One.
At once.
But how?
He was just a mortal. A cursed soul. A boy who couldn't even die.
Then… what was this?
Why is this realm doing this?
What does this even mean?
"I-I don't get it"
The boy mumbled.
Just what the hell…is this….