PROLOGUE: FRACTURE Zero

“Pull him through.”

The voice wasn’t human. It sounded like cosmic iron scraping against hollow bone — an echo from a place that shouldn’t exist.

“Are you sure you want to pull him through?” another voice asked — higher-pitched, silky, like a lullaby wrapped in shadows.

“He’s starting to touch it. We need to kill him before he becomes a threat to us gods.”

“Who cares if we kill him now? I want a challenge.”

This one laughed mid-sentence, maniacal and bloodthirsty.

“Being an all-powerful god is so boring when there’s no one to crush. We’ve slaughtered people like him infinite times. Let him grow stronger so I can destroy him — across every dimension, until even the concept of him is erased.”

Two other gods sat silently on their thrones, saying nothing.

And then, without warning, the laughing god tore open reality.

One moment, I was in my lab, watching my scalar simulation loop beyond tolerance — decimals collapsing into paradoxes.

Next, I was falling sideways through a reality that shouldn’t exist. My bones folded in directions math would call illegal. My senses broke. My thoughts unraveled.

I couldn’t see. Couldn’t feel. Couldn’t think.

It was like being crushed by gravity from ten planets, pulled apart at the seams of my being.

And then — I woke up.

Coughing, gasping for breath, I opened my eyes and stood up.

Five thrones stood ahead of me, impossibly tall.

Above, the ceiling shimmered like a night sky made of dust and stars. Clouds drifted indoors. Everything felt surreal — too quiet, too vast, like I had entered the space between existence.

The walls mirrored the heavens.

Then the air turned metallic. Cold. Heavy.

And from the shadows, five figures emerged.

I couldn’t make out their forms — only the overwhelming aura that radiated from each of them like pressure from a dying star. Every instinct in me screamed to run.

One of the gods stepped forward, his voice cold and heavy:

“You have torn open a Fracture — a rift in the very fabric of reality. A place where broken worlds and erased possibilities gather, stacked one upon another like shattered glass. This realm exists beyond mortal comprehension, held together by fragile laws your kind could never understand. And now, because of you, it grows unstable.”

“Sukara Meika. Unauthorized manipulator of origin-code. Architect of Scalar instability. You have been deemed threat level: Transcendent.”

“Wait—what do you mea—?!”

I stepped forward. Before I could finish, one of the gods waved his hand.

I was crushed into the ground.

The impact shattered the floor. A crater formed beneath me as blood shot from my mouth. My ribs cracked like glass. Then — I was lifted. And slammed down again.

And again.

Three times.

I lay there in a pool of myself, broken and breathless.

At this moment I thought to myself why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

I’m not special. Just a man they feared too much to ignore.

I was taken from my world.

Judged without a trial.

Labeled a “transcendent threat”… and sentenced to death.

What the hell does that even mean?

They call themselves gods?

My chest pounded — not with fear, but with rage.

They ripped me from my life, from my work, from everything I knew — my parents, my friends, my humanity, my loved one — and what? just to kill me?

COWARDS.

Cowards hiding behind thrones, pretending to uphold order. I turn to look at them

“Transcendent threat? Shut the hell up. You call this judgment? Get real.”

A different god floated toward me.

“Silence, mortal.” His voice cut like bone scraping the edges of the universe.

“You opened the FRACTURE. You corrupted the Scalar Grid. This is forbidden. There is no future for you. Only pain.” Saying this with a maniacal laugh

He snapped his fingers.

My right arm vanished.

The pain was instant. Unholy. A scream tore through my throat — raw and animalistic.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!”

Blood poured freely onto the marble floor.

The god who had laughed earlier let out a giddy howl. He wasn’t here to pass judgment. He was here to savor my suffering.

Despite the pain, I lifted my head. My eyes burned.

Why were they doing this to me? Why? WHY?

At that moment some idea clicked in my head. The only logical reason to why there trying to kill and torture me. Still looking at them I said.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You’re afraid of me.

That’s the only reason.

You see true potential — and it terrifies you.

You’re not gods. Just scared little tyrants hiding behind rules you don’t understand.”

“SILENCE!!”

The skeletal-voiced god roared again. The pressure returned, slamming me deeper into the crater. Five seconds passed.

Then it stopped

But something had changed.

Something… clicked.

I remembered my work. The simulations. The anomalies.

The hidden framework beneath physics.

The numbers behind existence

Scalars

Scalars.

They weren’t just numbers. They were laws.
The Scalar Grid wasn’t just a theory. It was the invisible blueprint holding together every reality, every timeline, every law of physics.

The Scalar Grid… not a system, but a rhythm. A structure behind structure. A language reality speaks in.

I had studied it… but now I was inside it.

Unseen constants governing:

Time elasticity

Gravity anchoring

Entropy

Identity cohesion

Existence thresholds

I didn’t just study them.

I touched them.

I saw the invisible gears turning. I understood the Scalar Grid — the true code behind all reality.

And in that moment of pain… I saw it again.

Ripples. Floating equations.

Distortions in the air around the gods themselves.

Their values were showing.

| Divinity_Field: 9.99

| Decay_Scalar: drifting

| Time_Anchor: unstable

| ID_Cohesion: flickering

They weren’t all-powerful.

They were formatted.

And I could read the code.

The gods froze.

“He’s adapting again—”

“Erase him!”

“No — we can’t.”

“His scalar signature is recursive.”

“What…?”

“He’s already indexed into the Grid. Across multiple Fractures. Deleting him risks destabilizing the framework.”

“Then banish him. Now. Before he spreads!”

The space beneath me fractured. Scalar energy tore the dimension like corrupted code.

The gods couldn’t erase me — so they cast me into the Boundary Fracture. A realm between realms. A glitch in the system.

“You will decay there. Your concept will rot at the edge of causality,” one god hissed.

“Your meaning will fade.”

But even as the world pulled me downward, into the broken void…

I smiled.

Because even broken — I was still a threat.

Even erased — I still existed.

Even banished — I remembered the numbers.

I fell through a place where time bent like paper.

Where light froze mid-motion.

Where the laws the gods upheld had already begun to fail.

And in that descent, I understood.

They couldn’t erase me… because I had already become part of the system.

When I touched the Scalar Grid, I became more than a man.

I became a variable.

A constant.

I wasn’t just a bug in their system. I’d become part of it—recursive, self-sustaining. A variable the Grid couldn’t delete… because it had already accepted me as one of its own.”

You can’t erase what the system depends on.

As I fall into the collapsing layers of the Boundary Fracture, I raise my head and scream into the infinite dark:

“I’M COMING FOR YOU. FOR WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME.

AND THIS TIME, I’LL BE THE ONE PASSING JUDGMENT.”