The sky split apart.
Not by thunder, nor by weapons—but by a sound that couldn't even be called a sound.
A vibration without a source rippled from one end of reality to the other, as if someone were tapping on the glass of an aquarium that contained the universe itself.
The world trembled.
The oceans swirled in reverse.
Time stuttered—one second stretched into a thousand years.
And between the cracks of dimension... something was born.
A rift like a shattered mirror appeared in the sky. From it, shadows of other worlds seeped through: floating cities, endless wastelands, and ruins of temples burning with blue fire.
The world was colliding with another—not just in space, but in meaning.
Everything that "existed" began to question whether it truly existed.
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Amidst that chaos, a young man sat on a floating park bench, seemingly unconcerned by the madness around him.
He wore a plain black hoodie and an Adidas cap pulled low over his face. In his hands was an old comic book, its pages fluttering in the wind of a fractured reality.
His name was Mad.
An entity without origin, without end.
He looked human, yet his very presence made the logic of the universe quiver slightly, as if reality itself were holding its breath.
Mad sighed softly.
"World versus another world, huh? Multireality conflict again. Classic," he muttered casually, glancing at the collapsing dimensions in the sky.
Around him, humans screamed, monsters howled, and the laws of physics stopped functioning. Yet Mad only turned a page.
"Hmm... this chapter's boring too," he murmured, closing the comic.
Then, a heavy voice echoed from the broken sky.
> "You're the one they call Mad, aren't you?"
Mad turned slowly. From the bleeding dimensional rift emerged a tall figure with silver-black hair and a long coat, shadows swirling around him like smoke.
His gaze burned with equal parts conviction and hatred.
Shin Jiwuu.
The Shadow Sovereign of another reality—Reality-2—a hero who had once conquered darkness itself.
But here, in this colliding world, he looked like a man who had lost all patience.
Mad tilted his head lazily. "And you are?"
Shin didn't answer. Without a word, the shadow beneath his feet consumed the ground and reappeared behind Mad, forming a dark spear that tore through the air.
The first explosion shattered the floating park.
The bench split in two, trees froze midair, and the space around them rippled like disturbed water.
Mad exhaled long and slow. "Seriously? Attacking without a hello first?"
He stood up, dusting off his pants. "Fine. But don't regret it."
The shadow spear shot forward.
Mad raised a finger and snapped.
A small click echoed—and every explosion stopped.
The energy waves that should've destroyed the heavens dissolved like smoke. Even color drained away, leaving only static black and white.
Shin froze. "What did you—"
Mad yawned lazily.
"Just paused the scene for a sec. You were making the scenery too noisy."
Furious, Shin stomped on his own shadow. A thousand dark clones burst forth, sprinting from every direction, slashing the air with blades of pure night.
The shadows screamed silently as they charged like a storm of darkness.
But Mad didn't move.
He simply raised a hand—and reality refused to process the attack.
Shin's shadows froze midair, still as statues, unable to move even a single atom.
"The thing about other worlds," Mad muttered, "is they're all the same. They come, they threaten, and then they lose."
Shin snarled. "You underestimate me."
Suddenly, the frozen shadows exploded into particles, forming a massive orb of dark energy the size of a mountain.
Shin leapt high and swung his blade down with a roar:
> "Shadow Cloning: Dark's Knight!"
Dark light consumed everything.
Mountains, skies, even time itself crumbled.
But when the dust settled—Mad still stood in the same spot, completely unharmed.
He even looked bored.
"Well," he said lightly, "nice visuals. Weak narrative though."
Before Shin could react, Mad vanished.
A second later, a calm voice whispered behind him:
> "My turn."
Shin turned—just in time to see Mad's relaxed smile before a casual kick hit his back.
But it wasn't just a kick.
It carried a conceptual pulse: "defeat" was written directly into Shin's existence, bypassing the need for battle entirely.
In an instant, Shin's body was flung thousands of meters away, crashing through the walls of reality itself, shattering dimensions like glass.
Boom.
He slammed into the ground of another world, leaving a crater that vaporized the air.
He tried to stand, but his body refused. Even his shadow mocked him, twisting into a puddle that no longer obeyed.
Mad strolled toward him, flipping open his comic again.
"Next time, give me a heads-up before sparring. I was reading the funny part."
Shin gritted his teeth. "You... are you a god?"
Mad looked up at the sky, where the cracks of reality were slowly closing, worlds merging back into one.
"God?" He smiled faintly. "I don't even know if the word 'exist' still applies to me."
He gazed at Shin—calmly, yet with an unsettling emptiness.
"If you need a reason for your loss, just say... I wasn't serious. Only... 0.0001%."
Shin's shadow dissolved, absorbed by the healing reality. The other world receded like a nightmare returning to its cage.
Mad sat once more on the broken bench, now floating in the calm air.
He flipped to a new page.
"The next chapter's probably better," he murmured. "But yeah... the world really does love its drama."
In the sky, remnants of two colliding worlds still trembled faintly.
But only one name shimmered among the restored waves of existence:
> MAD — The Entity Beyond Meaning.
And for a brief moment, the world stopped wondering who had won.
Because even reality knew—
the question no longer mattered.