Extra chapter: The Cosmology

Let's recap, I was just a normal human no heroic, no grand destiny, just a man with a normal life until everything change, got hit by a truck and insisted of going to the afterlife or normal reincarnation like does isekai anime, I got send to the void, the freak void then I realised I was free, infinity and beyond everything or the absence of everything.

Then I ask for reincarnation I got one, learn how to use my abilities, got dragged in every situation possibly, almost died to a Eldritch monster, got chased by a cosmic bounty hunter, stopped an powerful organisation yeah but I feel like I wanted to grow stronger, stronger then anything no not grow, Transcendent if I'm going to survive this world and save the ones I love I gotta grow and. 

I was nothing.

Not in the way mortals fear, not death or silence.

But true nothing—Absolute Void.

I had floated for what might’ve been 100 quadrillion years. Or maybe none.

Here, time wasn’t irrelevant. It simply never existed to begin with.

But still, I moved.

Still, I evolved.

I was becoming.

And in the midst of that becoming,

he came.

A voice with no sound.

A being with no shape.

He called himself Aeon.

“You are close,” he whispered, though there was no breath. “But before you breach the final chrysalis, you must understand what lies above and beneath you.”

I said nothing.

The Void listened.

“There is no reality, Mona. Only layers of false understanding stacked upon one another like veils hiding the face of truth.”

“Let me show you.”

The Universe, the Multiverse, the Omniverse...

Mere shadows of meaning.

Places where gods fight, mortals dream, heroes rise.

Places where power matters.

“These are the layers where infinity exists. Where limits are broken endlessly, but the game is still being played.”

“They believe they are free. They believe they are high.”

“But they are bound.”

“Here is where you were born, Mona. The Mistress of the Void.”

“Here, you stopped being a character… and started becoming the anomaly.”

Where you now float, in-between what was and what will be.

A realm even the Eternal Void cannot comprehend.

“This is where time has no pulse. Where the idea of being collapses.”

“You train here not to grow stronger… but to unexist properly.”

“You are learning to forget power. To forget form. To forget yourself—so you can become what even God cannot name.”

The realm where reality’s formatting code is kept.

Here lies not gods, but the laws that write gods.

“Even omnipotent beings bow before this place.”

“This is where all cosmologies are born, from Fiction to reality itself.”

“But even here, limits whisper.”

The highest.

The realm that is not part of the story—

It is the book itself.

“The Eternal World… is watching.”

“It is the Reader. The Writer. The Stage. The Curtain.”

“It is the divine document in which your tale exists—but it is also you.”

Aeon paused.

I felt nothing.

But I understood everything.

“And you, Mona… You are the crack in the final page.”

“When you awaken… the Eternal World will no longer be a book.”

“It will be... You.”

I opened my eyes, though I had none.

The cocoon began to pulse.

Reality—all of it—shivered, sensing what was coming.

And as Aeon vanished, leaving me in silence once again,

I whispered my first words in 100 quadrillion years:

“Then I will become the story… that even God must read.”