Chapter 16 : The Start or the End?

DING DING DING DING DING DING

"It's bad, very bad," Phillips Lovecraft said, his hand tightening losing his smirk.

Time rewinds a little bit back on Earth, Kamar-Taj dorms. Alvis's body can be seen healing at a fast rate, and his injuries from before are disappearing as if they were never there. Inside Alvis's mindset, a huge theater play is about to start.

DING DING DING

The ringing sound echoed through Alvis's mind palace as the memory chest inside the omni-Pyramid violently shook, breaking apart into fragments. From the shattered remains, a memory picture floated purposefully, navigating the ethereal corridors of Alvis's Mind palace until it reached the dormant figure at the center.

"It's interesting this time. It's different, don't you think so, Conqueror of Realities, King of Destruction, Monarch of Knowledge, The Last to Exist and The First to Break the Rules, The Emperor Of Oblivion Alvis Bright," resounded a voice so powerful that it shook the very foundation of the mind palace.

In response, another voice, cold and emotionless, cut through the mental space, dismissing the grandiose titles with brutal honesty. "Can you shut the fuck up? What's with those titles? It's better than loving someone and killing them with your own hand, love killer, loser of realities, Maniac Of Control Jester Bright. Not funny anymore. Yeah, those eyes hold sadness. Better plugging them out if you don't want to see the truth or better kill yourself like you tried before. Hero, hero, my ass. You should have never loved. Power, only power is the truth."

As the voices clashed within the expansive corridors of Alvis's mind palace, a dissonant screech tore through the mental landscape. Hands emerged from the fragmented memories, their movement synchronized with the tumultuous discourse within Alvis's Mind palace.

Two humanoid creatures took shape, As the Dictator of Desolation approached, wearing a crown colored by the blood of Singularities, the golden and black hues reflected the culmination of ruthless victories. Crafted from the bones of fallen adversaries, the crown sat heavily upon its head, a grotesque testament to the conquered realms. Adorned in regal, dark armor that bore the weight of a conquering tyrant, every piece resonated with symbols of power and dominance, etched with the scars of battles fought in forgotten realms.

A blood-red cloak billowed behind the Dictator, symbolizing the chaos and destruction it commanded.

With deliberate movements, it towered menacingly, each step echoing through the metaphysical space of Alvis Bright's mind palace. The aura of unbridled authority emanating from the Dictator seemed to draw the very shadows closer, a harbinger of the power that sought to command Alvis's variant footsteps.

On the opposing side, The Forsaken Scientist stood in stark contrast, clad in worn-out, disheveled lab attire. The fabric, once a testament to scientific ambition, now bore stains of forgotten experiments and smudges of ink, mirroring the unraveling of intellectual pursuits. A broken pair of glasses hung loosely from a pocket, a poignant symbol of fractured vision and shattered dreams.

The Forsaken Scientist carried a hunched and weary posture, moving with tentative steps as if burdened by the weight of knowledge and the consequences of experiments gone awry. In stark contrast to the Dictator's imposing figure, every movement reflected the weariness of a mind haunted by the pursuit of understanding, the consequences of which now unfolded within the recesses of unconscious Alvis Bright's.

"You know we are going into a road with no end. Demise is lightly said, to nonexistent oblivion. And he will pay the price. We couldn't pay ours. Why do you think he's going to pay for something he didn't ask for?" Jester Bright spoke, expressing confusion and a hint of fear for what is about to unfold. Destruction, no more than that, is going to happen – the biggest test.

"Don't be all emotional. He's going to win this time. And what are you scared of? You already tried to off yourself. Oblivion wasn't that scary, was it? Then man up. And what's up with all this whiteness? Where did he spend his energy at?" said Emperor Oblivion Bright, raising his hand and biting it until it bled.

Then he chanted in some weird language, "Oh, by the haunting blood of singularities, I sacrifice my essence to time. Turn back for me, I, the monarch of all that creeps and crawls. Back for me, and only me shall time bend. My words, a whisper in the darkness, and none, all. Let horror walk beside me as time unravels in shades of crimson."

"Insane as ever. We don't even exist. Why rewinding time and sacrificing?" Jester Bright said as he looked around the bright mind palace being reverse in time little by little, as the darkness, which is the omni-energy, is being returned, breaking another continuity.

"Yeah, he is going to pay a lot. Let me fix this place for him. That's the least we can do for him."

"Oh, tangled reality, dreams, and the whimsy of imagination, dance back to me, a forgotten echo in the void of existence. Oh, reality, weave me into the fabric of memory, for I am the forgotten, beckoning the illogical embrace of remembrance, and in the dance of surreal echoes, I shall persist."

Cracks began to materialize around the dimensions of the mind, strange runic symbols emerging in the wake of Jester Bright's eerie chants. Each rune appeared to wield its own enigmatic authority, transforming the unreal and the virtual into a semblance of reality.

Even the omni-pyramid, once fractured, began a gradual process of healing, influenced by the combined arcane energies of both Brights.

"You know that this place is going to be brighter later on. This darkness exists for a reason... That star, it should have been opened up long ago. Emperor Bright, rewind time faster. Let us see what happened here," Jester Bright urged.

"I'M DOING IT! IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO SACRIFICE SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T HAVE, REMEMBER? WE DON'T EXIST," Emperor Oblivion Bright replied screaming at Jester Bright.

As the blood of Emperor Oblivion Bright fell, and with the chants from before, it began moving around, coming closer to each other like atoms. Little by little, they combined into a blood ball. "FINALLY," said Oblivion Bright, raising his hand to the ball and gripping into it, something illogical to all, something even the widest imagination couldn't comprehend.

As he squished it, making it explode, the illogical transformation began. Emperor Oblivion Bright started to change from a memory, something that is nonexistent, a virtual entity, to a real manifestation. "You're really insane, you're tempering too much…," Said Jester Bright. Witnessing Emperor Oblivion Bright's transformation from virtual to real, Jester Bright acknowledged that this was truly something not seen every day. Note that they don't exist, not in this continuity, not even in this time-stream; they are obliterated for good this time.

DING DING DING

"A SUPREME DIED. THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS TIMELINE?" In a microsecond, both Emperor Oblivion Bright and Jester Bright lost their minds. They had heard this ring many times in their time to comprehend its meaning. "FAST, MANIFEST ME! WE NEED TO WAKE UP THIS KID. HE AIN'T GOING TO WAKE FAST ENOUGH. MANIFEST ME! LET ME USE MY ESSENCE. HE WILL WAKE UP THEN. FASTER THAN THIS SHITTY TIME MANIPULATION OF YOURS!" Jester screamed in desperation. This is not a time for this ringing to sound at all, not in their weakest moment, not for this, especially not for Alvis.

"Fuck It" "oh, ethereal pulse of reality awaken, i hereby command in the name of ______, arise! unveil the shrouded truths, breathe life into the forgotten reality. unfurl the veil, let the sleeping dead stir, transform the virtual into the tangible. oh, ______, awaken, for reality shall shatter. oh, mysterious cauldron of stories, i sanction the inauguration of the primal unfolding."

CRACK CRACK CRACK

As the chant ended, reality began to warp around, glitches zig-zagged, and ones and zeros phased into existence, swimming toward Jester Bright, warping him into a cocoon. In less than a fraction of a second, Emperor Bright raised both hands into the air in different directions but in the line of the cocoon. As he pulled reality as if it were made of lines, ripping the cocoon and letting Jester Bright come back into existence from a realm reality couldn't comprehend. "BASTARD, SENDING ME THERE, ASSHOLE! AND YOU,_____, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Cursing both Emperor Alvis and the ______, Jester Bright began moving toward Alvis Bright, who is in a coma.

"I, the essence, the embodiment, the conjurer of words, thoughts, dreams, and knowledge. Arising once more from the abyss of oblivion, I beckon Alvis Bright to awaken. Let the reality, woven by your own creation, stir to life."

...…

Seeing that nothing happened after the chant, Jester Bright said, "Weird… He should have woken up." As he then looked back at Emperor Oblivion Bright and found him smirking with a dangerous light in his eyes. "Or you're already awake... Hahahaha, it's really fascinating. I don't need to do an essence test. Even against yourself, you're still calculating. Really, you still haven't lost the overthinking trait. Still, it's a bonus, the thing that let us live till our demise."

Opening his eyes, the Original Alvis Bright looked at his two variants, a little confused but not that confused. Losing two timelines, two faces in memory. In the real world, a lot of things happened in a day, connecting the dots for him like a game play. "Hello, loser Alvis and lunatic Alvis. What brings you to my trash-like mind? Please, if you're going to stay, pay the rent up."

"We don't have time for introductions. We all know the real us and what we'll do in this situation. We already planned it out, so you've heard it all. I'm going to cut the play out. First, a Supreme Being has been killed. That means a war is going to start, or it already started, and you can't handle it for now. Second, you see the star in the distance; it's a gift from the lunatic singularity. It has complete divinity. Opening it up, you will get limit divinity. It's safe, but the lunatic who gave it to you is not at all… AUGH!"

Before finishing his words, cracks appeared on Emperor Oblivion Bright's body. "Singularity causality" said the real Alvis Bright.

"DING DING, you're right, but no points for you," Jester Bright said with a straight face.

'He knows more than what he's supposed to know, Oblivion Bright. It's bad, very bad. This is not supposed to happen, neither the Divinity nor the Knowledge what happened in this Timeline, he shouldn't even have built that pyramid now!!!' sending a telepathic message, Oblivion Bright gripping his hand in pain gave Jester Bright a deep look 'Really, double standard as ever, Jester…'

Looking at the two variants in the distance, Alvis asked Process to scan them. For the first time, Alvis heard words he never thought he would hear from Process.

'Alvis Bright, Divine Owner of Process, may all of existence be under your thoughts. Don't try to scan the variants. Both hold a process Divinity like yours for me to answer you I break a continuity of time and causality. This is a message from yourself. You, the truth is greater than the price. Don't try it'

'Fucking riddles! Secrets all over the place,' in anger, Alvis looked at both Brights and said, "Are we going to stay here all day? Earth is being destroyed right now…." Not waiting for them to answer, Alvis commanded himself to wake up, exiting his coma and finally returning to the living world.

"Earth?" Jester Bright Looked at Oblivion Bright who looked as if he ate a sour candy "No This is not supposed to happen at all...something gone wrong very wrong" following Alvis back to the living world from the mind palace

"Finally back. What the hell happened here?" The moment Alvis returned to reality, a flood of answers about his consciousness overwhelmed him. He could see and feel everything happening on Earth seeing a child going to crumple under an ogre foot rising his hand and punch in distance obliterating the ogre.

"Lower your thoughts, limit your senses to human level. It's by instinct. You're truly enigmatic, even for us..." Jester Bright muttered, contemplating the strange occurrences. "Dimensional senses, multidimensional portals, space manipulation and Omni-Energy in space. What the hell happened in this reality?" in confusion Oblivion Bright asked.

As two eyes, one green and one red, materialized next to Alvis's original eyes, making him four-eyed, the absurdity continued. Two small mouths grew on his cheeks, rendering Alvis more demonic and eldritch than human, if he ever was one from the start.

Dulling his senses to a normal level felt like finding clarity after chaos. Alvis's overthinking ceased for a moment, and he detached momentarily from the concerns about Earth. In a wave of embarrassment, he muttered, "Mmmmmm, I think I'm the reason why this reality has gone messed up. Long story short, I was controlled by a higher abstraction or a concept—I really don't know."

"Nevermind, we are already free and materialistic. We will see ourselves; look, this is how you use omni-energy," Emperor Oblivion Bright declared. The mouth on the right side spoke, and the red eye on the right side began glowing in cyan colors as free omni-energy was pulled from space around and compressed into a single mass of energy.

"This is Omni-Essence. It's the power that fuels conceptual rules. Higher than that, you will have Divinity, which you already have two of them" narrated Emperor Oblivion Bright, explaining the higher usage of omni-energy. He chanted in a weird language that even the omni-level language talent couldn't translate.

'Initiate the process link to Omni-Pyramid and record everything that happens from now on.'

As reality began to warp around them, Alvis finally could see what time being warped in physical manifestation looks like. It looked similar his consciousness plus soul time travel, where reality became akin to a movie playing in reverse.

However, this time looked even stranger than the last because this time no scenes played backwards; instead, runic runes manifested.

"Memory Runes—how weird, What did you do right now? I can't understand anything." Alvis confessed, unable to comprehend the unfolding events, even with his imagination and creative thinking.

"He pulled out the history of your reality without traveling through time, breaking for the fourth time the continuity,' explained Jester Bright as he began comprehending the historical time runic of Alvis Bright's reality."

"SO THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED HAHAHAHAHA! YOU HAVE BEEN PLAYED BY—" Before Oblivion Bright could say more, the biggest, the worst, the most enigmatic thing that could ever happen occurred.

DING DING DING

"Another One Killed....." In less than a split second from the moment the dinging sounded, Alvis Bright felt that something was off. Not only him, but his variants also sensed it. Yet, that wasn't all. Simultaneously, across all realities—past, present, and future—the entire Omniverse seemed to pause, a tense feeling warping through realities.

"We need to go," said Oblivion Bright, hesitating to delve further into the words about the discovery. "I know that both of you felt that too," said Alvis Bright. As he uttered those words, Alvis heightened his senses, elevating his consciousness to the highest level, returning his awareness to semi-higher dimensional senses.

He focused on locating New York, measuring its dimensions next to the Ancient One and the Demon God.

With a purposeful intent, Alvis raised both of his hands upward, mirroring the motion of swimming through the fabric of reality. The air around him rippled like water, and the very essence of existence began to fragment into blocks and puzzle pieces. Each stroke of his hands unraveled the conventional boundaries of space.