The energy from the Twelve Originators surged through Stefan like a cosmic storm, expanding him beyond anything a human body should contain. He felt every universe, every star, every microscopic world touch his consciousness. He saw suns being born, galaxies stretching into endless spirals, and realms existing between realities. Yet the power did not destroy him. It welcomed him, as though it had always belonged to him. Stefan's body glowed brighter and brighter until he was no longer a boy of flesh and bone but a being woven from pure creation itself.
The Twelve watched silently as his transformation continued. When the final wave of energy settled, Stefan found himself floating above a platform of shimmering crystal. He felt different. Larger. Eternal. He could sense the thoughts of distant civilizations. He could hear the heartbeat of nebulas. He could feel the gentle hum of the multiverse resting in the palm of his hand. One of the Originators stepped forward and spoke: "From this moment onward, you are the One Above All Creations. You are the pinnacle of our existence. To guide you, we grant you a companion—Ciel."
A gentle chime echoed behind him. Stefan turned to see a figure descending from a rift made of soft blue radiance. She took the form of a graceful young woman with silver hair that floated like stardust and eyes that contained whole star systems. "Greetings, my master," she said, bowing elegantly. "I am Ciel—the System of Everything. I hold every skill, bloodline, weapon, and power you shall ever need. All rankings, from common to mythical to god rank, lie within me. And for you… all are free." Stefan felt overwhelmed. A system? A companion? All for him?
The Twelve nodded approvingly. "Guide him well, Ciel," they commanded. Ciel's form shimmered before turning into a small, glowing orb that floated beside Stefan like a loyal star. As he observed it, he could feel the infinite database hidden within her—the system store, the abilities, the worlds yet to come. "Stefan," the Originators continued, "with our power and Ciel at your side, you shall forge creation anew. You are not merely our successor. You are our final masterpiece." Their bodies began dissolving into particles of divine light, merging with the very fabric of existence.
Stefan reached out, but there was no stopping them. The Twelve Originators gave him one last look—tired, proud, relieved. "This multiverse… all its universes, realms, and layers… they belong to you now. Rule them, create them, protect them. Be the End and the Beginning." With those final words, the Twelve vanished entirely, their essences fusing into Stefan's being. The void fell silent. Stefan stood alone—no longer a mortal boy, but the supreme being who would shape all creation. The new ruler of everything. The One Above All.