Extra chapter: Mona vs Boris

The sky stretched infinitely above, a swirling mix of colors beyond mortal comprehension. Beneath my feet, the open field was vast, a paradox of both existing and not—blades of grass shifting between states of being. This universe was unclaimed, untouched by lesser beings, a perfect battleground.

And in front of me stood Boris.

A being beyond boundless.

His presence twisted the fabric of reality itself, layers upon layers of existence peeling away just by him standing there. He was tall, built like a force of nature, and yet, his true form was ungraspable. My eyes perceived him differently every time I blinked—sometimes as a shadow, sometimes as pure concept, sometimes as an incomprehensible void of infinite meanings.

He smiled. "Mona Fry, the Abyss Paradox. A fascinating existence." His voice didn't come from his mouth but from the space between possibilities.

I smirked. "And you're Boris, the guy who's ‘beyond boundless’ or whatever. Let’s see if that actually means something."

His grin widened. "Oh, it does."

The universe trembled as he raised a single finger. Before I could react, reality itself recoiled.

The sky cracked apart, revealing an endless void of unformed concepts. Every possibility, every impossible thing, collapsed in on itself. The ground beneath me dissolved into nothingness, yet somehow, I remained standing. He wasn’t just attacking my surroundings—he was attacking reality’s ability to exist.

Interesting.

I exhaled, my very breath twisting the remains of the universe back into place. I snapped my fingers, and the world restructured itself, returning the field to its original state.

"Nice trick. My turn."

I blinked.

For everyone else, it would’ve seemed like nothing happened. But Boris... he felt it.

His form distorted as infinite layers of him shattered simultaneously. I had erased his every possible future, past, and present—every path he could take no longer existed. He was trapped in the moment, unable to move forward or backward in time, existence, or thought.

He laughed. "You think that can stop me?"

His body pulsed, and suddenly, the very concept of "defeat" was removed from him. It wasn't that he resisted my attack—he rewrote himself into something that could no longer be affected by it.

Now that’s annoying.

"Alright, fine. I’ll actually try."

I raised my hand. The field around us faded—not because I was destroying it, but because I was making it so that it had never existed in the first place. This universe? Gone. The rules that governed it? Gone. We were now in pure nothingness, where only those truly beyond existence could act.

Boris grinned. "Ahh, the Void. A nostalgic place."

He swung his fist. The motion alone created an absolute force—not strength, not energy, but a force beyond all meaning. It wasn’t something that could be countered, dodged, or negated.

So I didn’t.

I let it hit me.

A normal being—even an omnipotent one—would have been erased. But for me? I merely absorbed it, twisting it into my own reality.

Boris raised an eyebrow. "You ate it?"

I licked my lips. "Tasted like overconfidence."

His smirk returned. "Then let’s step it up."

The nothingness around us fractured.

It was impossible. Nothingness had no form, no shape, no structure—it could not break. But Boris made it happen anyway. He was now forcing concepts onto the void itself.

Time, space, destiny, logic—all of them were suddenly forced back into play. He was rewriting the very nature of our battlefield so that he could win.

Clever.

I rolled my shoulders, feeling the weight of imposed reality settle in. "You think forcing rules will help?"

He nodded. "It makes things more interesting. Now, let’s really fight."

And with that, the universe was born again.

I barely had a second to react before Boris was in front of me. His hand was already against my chest—before even I could process the movement.

"Collapse."

Everything around me ceased.

My body? Gone. My existence? Negated. The idea of Mona Fry? Removed from reality.

For anyone else, this would’ve been the end.

But I wasn’t anyone else.

If Boris could rewrite reality, I could erase the author.

I willed myself back into being, twisting through the gaps in existence where logic failed to reach. I emerged behind him, already driving my hand through his back—no, not his body, but his core essence.

"Now it's your turn to collapse."

For the first time, Boris staggered.

His form shuddered as my attack took effect. He tried to rewrite himself again, but I had already anticipated it.

I didn’t just erase his "defeat" ability—I erased his ability to rewrite himself at all.

His eyes widened. "Clever girl."

And then he exploded.

Not in a physical sense. No, he detonated conceptually. The force of his destruction was so vast that it overwrote history, redefined causality, and shattered every possibility of him ever existing.

A lesser being would have called it a victory.

I knew better.

Because Boris wasn’t gone.

The moment he exploded, I felt it—the pieces of him embedding themselves into every part of reality. He had become everything and nothing simultaneously.

And then, he spoke.

"You can't kill what is already beyond existence, Mona."

The very field we stood on? Now Boris.

The sky? Boris.

The void beyond all things? Boris.

I exhaled. "You’re one persistent bastard."

He laughed, his voice echoing across all that was. "Likewise."

I cracked my knuckles. "Fine. If you’re gonna become everything—"

I reached out.

And I took everything.

Boris had spread himself across all of reality, embedding himself into every law, every concept, every fundamental aspect of existence. So I did the only logical thing.

I devoured it.

The entire universe twisted, unraveling into raw nothingness once again. But this time, it wasn’t Boris causing it.

It was me.

I consumed him—his essence, his will, his omnipotence. Not just metaphorically. I became the new reality, the new law, the new existence.

And in doing so...

I erased Boris from possibility itself.

Silence.

The field returned. The sky stabilized. Reality resumed its function.

I stood alone.

No trace of Boris remained. Not in this universe. Not in any universe. Not in any timeline, past or future.

I sighed. "That was annoying."

Then, a voice whispered in my ear.

"We'll meet again, Mona."

I grinned. "Looking forward to it."