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Chapter 395: Creating worlds of fantasy

The 21 generals of the Axiom Dominion realm had entered the trial ground or rather in the reality Ethan was in.

But they didn’t rush.

”The boy has a treasure which is very dangerous. We should first activate the array to capture him the moment he comes out”, the general of the Kizuki family said. He was leading this mission.

”Okay”, everyone agreed too.

Soon they started to create the array.

Meanwhile in the space cube-

Ethan sat in the absolute stillness of the Space Cube, but his internal landscape was anything but quiet.

Within him, a googolplex of worlds, a number so vast it defied the linguistic limits of even the highest gods, pulsed with the rhythm of his own heart.

Each of these internal worlds had expanded, swelling until they were each as massive and complex as his original inner dimension.

He was no longer just a cultivator or a warrior.

He was a living architecture of reality.

But as he looked upon these billions of empty, shimmering spheres, he felt a sense of sterile perfection.

A world without life was just a beautiful rock in the dark.

”The Progenitor blood...” Ethan whispered, his voice vibrating through the dimensions of his body.

Deep within the genetic memory of the Progenitor bloodline, a secret had been unveiled to him.

A creator’s strength was not merely the sum of their energy, but the sum of the will they presided over.

If a being could foster true civilizations, lives that thought, struggled, evolved, and broke their own limits, the creator would harvest a portion of that collective ascension.

It was a feedback loop of infinite growth.

Ethan had infinite energy.

He had infinite space.

The only thing missing was the ”drama” of life.

”I will become their God,” Ethan decided, a thrill of excitement sparking in his eyes. ”But I will not be a tyrant. I will be the stage upon which they perform.”

He didn’t want to just create mindless puppets.

He wanted to recreate the stories that had once ignited his imagination as a mortal man.

He wanted to see if the ”narratives” of heroes and villains were a fundamental law of the universe or merely a human dream.

”Creation,” he commanded.

He envisioned a realm of martial fury, of golden hair and earth shattering screams.

”The Dragon Ball Cluster,” he murmured.

Within one of his internal dimensions, eighteen distinct universes flickered into existence.

He woven the laws of ’Ki’ into the vacuum, making it the primary fuel for life.

He didn’t want to copy the story exactly. He wanted the potential of the story.

He created a supreme being at the apex, a figure named Veron, and a race of attendant Angels to manage the flow of the universes.

He created the Saiyan race on a harsh, high gravity planet, the namekians with their mystic arts, and the cold, tyrannical frost demons.

He did not create a Goku.

He did not create a Vegeta.

”Let the roles be filled by the worthy,” he thought.

He supplied the world with a massive burst of evolutionary energy and then stepped back.

He watched as Veron and the Grand Priest took their positions, looking out over a silent, budding civilization, waiting for the first cry of a warrior to break the peace.

Next, he turned his attention to other spheres.

He created a world of endless oceans and mystical fruits that granted terrifying powers but cursed the user against the sea.

He created the ”One Piece World,” but instead of a predetermined pirate king, he scattered the ”D” initial like a dormant virus among the common folk, waiting to see who would claim the throne.

Then came the ”Naruto World,” where he woven the Law of Chakra into the planet’s core, and the ”Bleach World,” where he layered the dimensions of the soul, creating a Soul Society and a Hueco Mundo.

Ethan didn’t stop at anime.

He reached into the vast libraries of web novels he had once devoured.

He recreated the ”Soul Lands,” planting the seeds of Spirit Essence and Spirit Rings.

He built the ”Perfect World,” a place of ancient, savage beasts and bone deep cultivation secrets.

He manifested the ”Swallowed Star” universe, a sprawling galactic epic of technological and spiritual advancement.

He even crafted the dark, oppressive beauty of the ”Shadow Slave” world, complete with a terrifying Nightmare Spell that would test the sanity of those trapped within.

He filled these worlds with the ”opportunities” written in the books.

The hidden caves. The legendary manuals. The drops of divine blood.

But he purposefully left out the protagonists.

”A protagonist is just someone who is lucky enough to find the golden finger,” Ethan laughed.

”I will put the triggers in place. If a beggar in a back alley triggers a specific sequence, he gets the ’System.’ If a fallen noble jumps off a cliff, he finds the ’Ancient Master’s Ring.’”

He was gamifying his own internal multiverse.

He was creating a massive, infinite experiment.

As these billions of worlds began to tick forward in time, accelerated by his own temporal laws, Ethan felt a staggering change in his power.

It wasn’t just energy anymore.

It was faith.

It was the collective ”intent” of trillions of living beings striving to be better, stronger, and more.

Every time a warrior in his internal ”Dragon Ball” world broke through to a new level of power, a tiny fraction of that breakthrough resonated back into Ethan’s own foundation.

Multiply that by billions of worlds, and the result was terrifying.

His Law of Energy and Law of Entropy began to harmonize together.

”The more powerful they become, the stronger their Master will be,” Ethan whispered.

He looked at his status as the worlds within him began to thrive.

He saw a young girl in the ”Naruto” replica world, born with no talent, suddenly find a hidden scroll he had tucked away in a hollow tree.

He saw a slave in the ”Soul Lands” replica awaken a dual soul essence that Ethan had crafted as a joke.

His boring, solitary cultivation was gone.

He was now watching billions of ”shows” simultaneously.

He would see heroes rise.

He would see villains fall.

He would see the raw beauty of life struggling against the odds.

And for every struggle, he became more ”Real.”

”I am the Origin,” he realized. ”But they are the Proof.”

The twenty one Axiom Dominion generals were starting to feel the strain.

They had been channeling the Seven Heavens Sealing Array for days, pouring their own lifeforce into the golden net to ensure that the moment the Space Cube opened, the ”boy” inside would be crushed by the weight of seven supreme laws.

Inside the cube, Ethan Hunt stood up.

His Law of Energy had reached 5%.

His Law of Entropy had reached 20%.

But more importantly, his physical body had been refined by the collective ”will” of his billions of worlds.

He was no longer a single point of existence.

He was a Nexus.

”The ten days are almost up,” Ethan said.

He looked at his panel.

[Master: Ethan Hunt

Realm: Emperor(99.1%)

Physique: Origin Paragon

Spirit: Origin Paragon

Talent: Infinite Comprehension

Ability: Creation of All things]

He had become very very powerful in this 10 days.

Now he could battle even an Eternal Sovereign with his Sword of Infinity.

He looked at the wall of the Space Cube.

He could see the Twenty One Generals waiting outside.

He could see their sealing array, their dragon rib swords, and their arrogant expressions.

To him, they no longer looked like terrifying masters.

They looked like ”NPCs” in a world he had already outgrown.

”They want to see the anomaly?” Ethan asked his World Tree.

The Tree, now glowing with the light of Energy and Entropy, rustled its leaves.

It was hungry.

It had watched Ethan create all those worlds, and it wanted to taste the ”real” power of the Axiom Dominion beings waiting outside.

”Let’s go then,” Ethan said.