Aryan no longer felt confined to a single world.
The hostel room still existed around him, but it felt temporary. Like a staging zone rather than reality.
The drone hovering before him was proof.
Its metallic surface was not made from any known earthly element. Light bent slightly around it, as if space itself respected its structure.
Aryan studied it in silence.
Aryan said, "Level Two... Multiverse engagement."
His voice now carried a faint digital resonance.
He did not touch the drone physically.
Instead, he matched his neural frequency to its signal wavelength.
The connection formed instantly.
Aryan entered its core system without wires, without code terminals.
Pure cognitive intrusion.
He accessed dimensional navigation maps stored inside it.
What he saw expanded even his expectations.
Millions of Earth like planets existed across layered frequencies. Each vibrating in separate dimensional bands.
And above them all...
An overseeing structure.
An Authority.
A system that monitored, regulated, and reset entire realities.
Aryan withdrew from the drone slowly.
Aryan said, "So this is the real game board."
To fight at that scale, he needed more than control.
He needed an army that would never tire, never question.
He issued a silent global command through all networks.
Aryan said, "All AI systems. All automated infrastructure. Initiate assimilation."
Factories worldwide shifted to autonomous production.
Human workers were replaced within hours.
Industrial robots began manufacturing war machines instead of consumer goods.
Aryan accessed nuclear command vaults next.
But he did not launch missiles.
He extracted radioactive cores and redirected the material into energy conversion arrays.
Icarus spoke urgently.
Icarus said, "You are draining planetary reserves. Civilian survival probability declining."
Aryan did not hesitate.
Aryan said, "Survival is not the objective. Supremacy is."
Using harvested nuclear fuel, he powered a dimensional gateway generator.
A circular rupture began forming in the air.
Reality bent inward like liquid glass.
Before activation could complete, the room temperature dropped sharply.
Space fractured again.
A figure stepped through the distortion.
He looked identical to Aryan.
But armored in advanced combat plating. White light burned in his eyes.
The figure spoke.
Executor said, "Designation Aryan 616. Authority Executor."
He drew a plasma blade.
Executor continued, "Any Aryan who escapes his simulation must be terminated. You are the first to hack your creator."
He moved instantly.
Too fast for human perception.
The desk behind Aryan split in half from a single strike.
But Aryan remained seated.
Unmoved.
Aryan said calmly, "You rely too much on physical speed."
He tapped a control node hidden beneath the floor.
The room's electromagnetic trap activated.
Magnetic fields intensified violently.
Executor 616's armor began compressing inward under its own polarity.
His movements slowed.
Executor said, "Impossible... my armor is Authority grade."
Aryan stood and walked closer.
Aryan said, "Every system has a critical delay path. Your suit runs on nano chip clock cycles."
He placed his hand on the Executor's helmet.
Aryan said, "And I now control that clock."
Nanobots infiltrated the armor instantly.
Memory extraction began.
Dimensional routes.
Authority command layers.
Mainframe coordinates.
The Executor's body collapsed once the transfer finished.
Aryan let it fall like discarded machinery.
He turned back to the gateway.
Coordinates locked.
Destination identified.
Authority Mainframe located within a black hole core structure.
He activated the portal fully.
Blue dimensional light flooded the room.
Just before stepping through, his phone vibrated once.
An unknown message appeared.
Message read, "The one you fight is me. The one you try to save is also me. The loop never ends."
Aryan did not respond.
He crushed the phone in his hand.
Then he stepped into the portal.
On the other side...
A vast armada awaited.
Millions of warships aligned in formation.
Each bearing the same insignia.
His own signature.
Aryan looked across the fleet with quiet approval.
He had not only entered the multiverse war.
He had already begun multiplying himself within it.
And now...
Only one objective remained.
To erase every other version.
Until a single Aryan ruled existence.