Chapter 25: A New Chapter

In the beginning, there was only one—A single, black infinitude.So cold. So dark. So still.Even the burning light was imperceptible.

But then... the light stirred.It grew, and the infinitude shuddered.The darkness—ancient and unyielding—screamed,not just in pain, but in something else: relief.

And in that instant... a Multiverse was born.

A symphony of realities, vibrating and replicatingthrough the imagination of every sentient mind.

What could have remained one... became many.


But this universe was never meant to sustain a Multiverse—not yet.

The chaos it birthed nearly tore all existence apart.


So came the seven Time Cogs,and with them, the Space-Time Voyager.

He did not rule the chaos—he rebuilt from it.

After activating the final Cog,Arth found himself inside a white-hot room.

An empty canvas of existence—where time paused and form dissolved.


His body was restored.

Tired eyes cleared.

Hair trimmed, face cleaned of the dust and wear of countless worlds.

A voice greeted him, warm and teasing."Hi. First time here, huh? You looked... tragic, so I gave you a makeover."

"Who are you?" Arth asked, still blinking against the brightness.

The voice smiled—everywhere and nowhere.

"I go by many names.The Auctor. The Creator. The Founder. The Architect.

Some even call me... Father."

Arth's voice faltered. “What happens now? They're gone. My universe is gone.”

“How about you recreate it?” the Auctor offered, gently.

“Me?”
Arth hesitated. “I don’t think I can.”


“You can—with my power. But there is a price.”

“What kind of price?”

"You must let go of everything you ever cherished,” the Auctor said.

“No ties. No anchors. No past.”

Arth’s breath caught.“So… everyone will forget who I am?And I’ll forget everything that happened here?”

He closed his eyes—and the memories came flooding in.

Kim Ji-yoo.
 Winona Coppenheimer. 
Cierry Coppenheimer.
 Ruth Gabby Cadavier.

The laughter. 
The wars. 
The losses.

Even echoes from lives not entirely his—memories borrowed when Ouroboros wore his soul like a mask.

The Unlimited. 
The Argonauts.

The Dragonic Demiurgos, steward of Space, Time, and Antimatter

The witch who summoned him by mistake.

The Dreamstrider.

A thousand faces in a million timelines.

The Auctor’s voice softened.“Not all will forget. Some… are exceptions.”

He raised a hand, and their faces shimmered into view:

The Celestial Witch Sera

And Destiny herself.

Thus the universe returned from its beginning..

In the new beginning, there were many.A multiversal infinitude—once again silent, once again cold.

But then the light returned.The darkness shuddered and, as before,screamed in pain… and in relief.

And for that instant… a universe was born.

Not fractured and many—but singular.

Whole.

Reforged by the Space-Time Voyager.

What had been many… became one.

Ａ Ｎｅｗ Ｄａｙ

A quiet café sat on a sunlit corner of a newly reborn universe.

No echoes of cataclysm. No weight of history.
Just the gentle clink of teacups and the soft rustle of wind.

Sera sat across from Arth, wings long gone, hair dark and flowing again,her power resting quietly beneath her skin.

Arth’s hands were whole now,the final cracks of creation sealed within them.

"So..." he asked softly, "The Multiverse... is it really gone?"

"For now," Sera replied, stirring her coffee."Nothing stays dead forever."

Arth's eyes flicked to the sunlight outside."And Ji-yoo?"

"She’ll come back," Sera said."We always do."

He smiled at that.
 Faintly.

Then looked out the window again,toward a world unburdened by fate or memory.

“Maybe this time,” he whispered,“this universe will be better.”


Sera nodded, her eyes soft with something ancient and hopeful.

“If you make it so.”

Welcome to the next world! Long live Aukera!


Chapter 25: A New Chapter End
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