《My tiering system》 Prologue A living world. Or perhaps, an entity capable of granting life. : That'' is how some would define Khatarsis. But, at its core, Khatarsis was a contradiction in itself ¡ª: a being of destruction who chose to transform its essence. That entity, once destined to purge the Sea of Mundo through annihilation, had now become a creator god. Its domain, Khatarsis, was now in conflict with an entity as dark as the night. A force equally primordial, born of the same original essence. But while where Khatarsis created, that being reduced all to ashes : the Envoy of Pramakk. It was not a quarrel between two wills. No, it was the natural order of things. The Envoy of Pramakk could only annihilate, for such was the will of Pramakk. The clash of these two entities deeply disrupted Khatarsis at its core, unleashing unknown phenomena. The order Katharsis had established collapsed, leading to cosmic imbalances, the destruction of realities, and the emergence of unimaginable anomalies. Creatures were born on a smaller scale, driven by a single, unique instinct: that of Pramakk. Those creations; infecting an infinite number of realities, gradually poisoned Khatarsis''s domain, the universe, and its layers of realities. The battle between the two beings was akin to the confrontation of a virus and its antibody : they clashed, intertwined, and poisoned one another. The cosmic structures of their essences mingled, and the different layers of Khatarsis''s planes were ravaged. All things were destined to end. But that did not mean destruction had to be accepted. Khatarsis entire existence screamed that truth. This god of destruction, once a purifier through annihilation, now fought against its very nature. Khatarsis was weakening, but it knew that its objective was within reach. Eliminating the Envoy of Pramakk was not an end in itself. No, Khatarsis was planning something far greater. Katharsis remained strangely calm. Katharsis could return if he were destroyed by the Envoy of Pramakk, but only under one condition: a part of it had to survive. It didn''t matter what form that part took: a conscious entity it had created, a concept, or even a simple object. As long as something carried its essence, it could return by corrupting it. But this possibility did not explain its tranquility. Katharsis knew there was a chance it might disappear completely, leaving no trace behind. Yet, an unshakable conviction resided within it: what it planned would succeed. This certainty was beyond doubt. As the battle took a desperate turn, Khatarsis invoked Deus Ex Machina. The Envoy of Pramakk was pure destruction, and Khatarsis, in its weakened state, could not confront it directly. Katharsis power was diluted, shared among every of its creations. Khatarsis had become the world itself, an amalgamation of scattered consciousnesses. Every entity it had brought into existence¡ªwhether the Architects or the gods¡ªcarried a fraction of its essence. To fight, it had to gather its forces by summoning these creations to its side. In the void where Khatarsis and the Envoy of Pramakk moved, nothing else could exist.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. Such an environment prevented Katharsis allies from unleashing their full potential. Katharsis was therefore necessary to draw the Envoy of Pramakk into its domain, Deus Ex Machina. It was a cosmic theater, an immeasurable space where the stage seemed to stretch endlessly. No audience was visible, as though this play was meant for foreign spectators perched on unknown and mysterious outer spheres. At the center, a throne radiated a soft, soothing light. Behind it, a black wall seemed to stretch infinitely. Khatarsis gathered its consciousness. A memory then resurfaced: that of an unusual being, a friend it had deeply appreciated. Through an act of will, a body took form upon the throne. The figure had a human appearance, reminiscent of the most cherished person of the one Katharsis had so greatly valued. An amused smile touched Katharsis lips, It was the kind of smile you''d share with family or close friends, a smile that revealed a mix of comfort and determination, as if he were ready to face any danger. Since Katharsis had taken on the appearance of a father figure to his friend, that smile also reflected his deep conviction. Sitting on the throne, elbow resting on the armrest and, fist supporting its chin, it observed the space around it. In front of it, the Envoy of Pramakk, ¡ªthe embodiment of destruction¡ª, seemingly imitated Katharsis. Katharsis knew this would happen; that''s why it allowed itself to fight in this manner. An army of darkness stood before Khatarsis, ready to attack. Khatarsis murmured: Deus Ex Machina. "God behind the machine," it said with an amused laugh, thinking of its friend. At these words, the entire space trembled, as though the act had begun. Entities began to appear around Khatarsis. They represented the many fragments of its essence, gathered for this decisive showdown. Among them was Antithesis Harbinger, master of death, and the Architects¡ªgigantic beings with incomprehensible forms, capable of altering their appearance at will. The black wall behind the throne was not just a shadow: it was an Architect whose size defied human comprehension. Compared to Khatarsis''s current form, barely 1.80 meters tall, the Architect seemed an infinite shadow. Other divine entities joined the fray: 07 Extensions, King Crown Fractal, the personifications of Destiny and Time, and infinitely many others. All of them knew that this battle would seal their fate. Death King Harbinger, although not the entity closest to Khatarsis, was the one who understood it best. He was the one to wholaunch the first attack. Sacrificing infinite universe drawn from Khatarsis, he channeled unimaginable destructive power ¡ª: an annihilating ray that tore through the enemy ranks. But the attack, despite its strength, was destroyed before it even reached the Envoy of Pramakk. The darkness seemed impossible to overcome. Yet Khatarsis remained impassive, an enigmatic smile playing on its lips. Katharsis knew the battle was only beginning. As the battle was just beginning in the distance, a new story was unfolding, that of the young woman shaping her own vision of the world, Ado. No one could place these events in time. At eighteen, she was officially an adult by society''s standards, though life had thrust independence upon her far earlier with the loss of her parents. She lived alone in a compact rooftop studio, the kind of space that might seem humble to some but felt perfect to her. It was her sanctuary, her world¡ªa world where simplicity reigned, even as her mind yearned for something more. Ado''s days passed in a haze of digital distractions: online debates, speculative investments, and indulgence in her passions for gaming, music, and art. Though financially secure, she carried a quiet emptiness within her, an ache she couldn''t quite name. Her life was stable but flavorless, predictable but uninspired. On a quiet night at 3:33 AM, the supposed hour of devils and mysteries, Ado was immersed in the chatter of a familiar online group. The banter and camaraderie were her escape, a digital connection that masked the monotony of her existence. Yet, a fleeting thought stirred in her mind: What if the fantastical stories they joked about¡ªvampires, superpowers, otherworldly adventures¡ªcould somehow be real? She typed her thoughts into the chat, the screen glowing softly against the dim studio. The conversation spiraled into playful musings about alternate realities and extraordinary encounters. But as her fingers danced across the keyboard, a shift occurred. The screen faded. The world around her dissolved. Ado blinked, and suddenly she was nowhere. Or perhaps she was everywhere. Suspended in an expanse of infinite white, she felt her body vanish, leaving only the essence of her being. It was neither dream nor death, but something beyond her comprehension. "Am I dead?" she thought, her voice echoing in the void. No, you are not dead. This is the beginning. The response was not spoken but felt, a resonance within her that defied language. Ado''s questions multiplied, each answered before it fully formed, as though the entity knew her deeper than she knew herself. This was not the God she had imagined, not the divine figure she had silently questioned during her moments of despair. Yet, it was something vast, something profound. In this place¡ªif it could even be called a place¡ªAdo''s understanding of reality began to unravel. The boundaries of existence blurred as she confronted questions she had long buried: What defines life? What is the nature of creation? And if there is a God, does it dwell within or beyond? Her journey was just beginning. The monotony of her former life was gone, replaced by a new, terrifying wonder. As she stood on the precipice of the unknown, Ado realized that the answers she sought might not only redefine her but the world itself. Prologue A living world. Or perhaps, an entity capable of granting life. : That'' is how some would define Khatarsis. But, at its core, Khatarsis was a contradiction in itself ¡ª: a being of destruction who chose to transform its essence. That entity, once destined to purge the Sea of Mundo through annihilation, had now become a creator god. Its domain, Khatarsis, was now in conflict with an entity as dark as the night. A force equally primordial, born of the same original essence. But while where Khatarsis created, that being reduced all to ashes : the Envoy of Pramakk. It was not a quarrel between two wills. No, it was the natural order of things. The Envoy of Pramakk could only annihilate, for such was the will of Pramakk. The clash of these two entities deeply disrupted Khatarsis at its core, unleashing unknown phenomena. The order Katharsis had established collapsed, leading to cosmic imbalances, the destruction of realities, and the emergence of unimaginable anomalies. Creatures were born on a smaller scale, driven by a single, unique instinct: that of Pramakk. Those creations; infecting an infinite number of realities, gradually poisoned Khatarsis''s domain, the universe, and its layers of realities. The battle between the two beings was akin to the confrontation of a virus and its antibody : they clashed, intertwined, and poisoned one another. The cosmic structures of their essences mingled, and the different layers of Khatarsis''s planes were ravaged. All things were destined to end. But that did not mean destruction had to be accepted. Khatarsis entire existence screamed that truth. This god of destruction, once a purifier through annihilation, now fought against its very nature. Khatarsis was weakening, but it knew that its objective was within reach. Eliminating the Envoy of Pramakk was not an end in itself. No, Khatarsis was planning something far greater. Katharsis remained strangely calm. Katharsis could return if he were destroyed by the Envoy of Pramakk, but only under one condition: a part of it had to survive. It didn''t matter what form that part took: a conscious entity it had created, a concept, or even a simple object. As long as something carried its essence, it could return by corrupting it. But this possibility did not explain its tranquility. Katharsis knew there was a chance it might disappear completely, leaving no trace behind. Yet, an unshakable conviction resided within it: what it planned would succeed. This certainty was beyond doubt. As the battle took a desperate turn, Khatarsis invoked Deus Ex Machina. The Envoy of Pramakk was pure destruction, and Khatarsis, in its weakened state, could not confront it directly. Katharsis power was diluted, shared among every of its creations. Khatarsis had become the world itself, an amalgamation of scattered consciousnesses. Every entity it had brought into existence¡ªwhether the Architects or the gods¡ªcarried a fraction of its essence. To fight, it had to gather its forces by summoning these creations to its side.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. In the void where Khatarsis and the Envoy of Pramakk moved, nothing else could exist. Such an environment prevented Katharsis allies from unleashing their full potential. Katharsis was therefore necessary to draw the Envoy of Pramakk into its domain, Deus Ex Machina. It was a cosmic theater, an immeasurable space where the stage seemed to stretch endlessly. No audience was visible, as though this play was meant for foreign spectators perched on unknown and mysterious outer spheres. At the center, a throne radiated a soft, soothing light. Behind it, a black wall seemed to stretch infinitely. Khatarsis gathered its consciousness. A memory then resurfaced: that of an unusual being, a friend it had deeply appreciated. Through an act of will, a body took form upon the throne. The figure had a human appearance, reminiscent of the most cherished person of the one Katharsis had so greatly valued. An amused smile touched Katharsis lips, It was the kind of smile you''d share with family or close friends, a smile that revealed a mix of comfort and determination, as if he were ready to face any danger. Since Katharsis had taken on the appearance of a father figure to his friend, that smile also reflected his deep conviction. Sitting on the throne, elbow resting on the armrest and, fist supporting its chin, it observed the space around it. In front of it, the Envoy of Pramakk, ¡ªthe embodiment of destruction¡ª, seemingly imitated Katharsis. Katharsis knew this would happen; that''s why it allowed itself to fight in this manner. An army of darkness stood before Khatarsis, ready to attack. Khatarsis murmured: Deus Ex Machina. "God behind the machine," it said with an amused laugh, thinking of its friend. At these words, the entire space trembled, as though the act had begun. Entities began to appear around Khatarsis. They represented the many fragments of its essence, gathered for this decisive showdown. Among them was Antithesis Harbinger, master of death, and the Architects¡ªgigantic beings with incomprehensible forms, capable of altering their appearance at will. The black wall behind the throne was not just a shadow: it was an Architect whose size defied human comprehension. Compared to Khatarsis''s current form, barely 1.80 meters tall, the Architect seemed an infinite shadow. Other divine entities joined the fray: 07 Extensions, King Crown Fractal, the personifications of Destiny and Time, and infinitely many others. All of them knew that this battle would seal their fate. Death King Harbinger, although not the entity closest to Khatarsis, was the one who understood it best. He was the one to who launch the first attack. Sacrificing infinite universe drawn from Khatarsis, he channeled unimaginable destructive power ¡ª: an annihilating ray that tore through the enemy ranks. But the attack, despite its strength, was destroyed before it even reached the Envoy of Pramakk. The darkness seemed impossible to overcome. Yet Khatarsis remained impassive, an enigmatic smile playing on its lips. Katharsis knew the battle was only beginning. As the battle was just beginning in the distance, a new story was unfolding, that of the young woman shaping her own vision of the world, Ado. No one could place these events in time. At eighteen, she was officially an adult by society''s standards, though life had thrust independence upon her far earlier with the loss of her parents. She lived alone in a compact rooftop studio, the kind of space that might seem humble to some but felt perfect to her. It was her sanctuary, her world¡ªa world where simplicity reigned, even as her mind yearned for something more. Ado''s days passed in a haze of digital distractions: online debates, speculative investments, and indulgence in her passions for gaming, music, and art. Though financially secure, she carried a quiet emptiness within her, an ache she couldn''t quite name. Her life was stable but flavorless, predictable but uninspired. On a quiet night at 3:33 AM, the supposed hour of devils and mysteries, Ado was immersed in the chatter of a familiar online group. The banter and camaraderie were her escape, a digital connection that masked the monotony of her existence. Yet, a fleeting thought stirred in her mind: What if the fantastical stories they joked about¡ªvampires, superpowers, otherworldly adventures¡ªcould somehow be real? She typed her thoughts into the chat, the screen glowing softly against the dim studio. The conversation spiraled into playful musings about alternate realities and extraordinary encounters. But as her fingers danced across the keyboard, a shift occurred. The screen faded. The world around her dissolved. Ado blinked, and suddenly she was nowhere. Or perhaps she was everywhere. Suspended in an expanse of infinite white, she felt her body vanish, leaving only the essence of her being. It was neither dream nor death, but something beyond her comprehension. "Am I dead?" she thought, her voice echoing in the void. No, you are not dead. This is the beginning. The response was not spoken but felt, a resonance within her that defied language. Ado''s questions multiplied, each answered before it fully formed, as though the entity knew her deeper than she knew herself. This was not the God she had imagined, not the divine figure she had silently questioned during her moments of despair. Yet, it was something vast, something profound. In this place¡ªif it could even be called a place¡ªAdo''s understanding of reality began to unravel. The boundaries of existence blurred as she confronted questions she had long buried: What defines life? What is the nature of creation? And if there is a God, does it dwell within or beyond? Her journey was just beginning. The monotony of her former life was gone, replaced by a new, terrifying wonder. As she stood on the precipice of the unknown, Ado realized that the answers she sought might not only redefine her but the world itself. V0-Ado Tier During her journey as an awakened, she decided to make things more fun and structured by assigning a ranking to the different entities she encountered along her way, based on her experience and all the books, forums, and blogs she had read. Of course, some of the levels assigned would only be completed at the end of the book, when she had reached the level necessary to see through those high peaks. As in the fandoms she had read, Ado made sure to rank each entity and fictional object based on the scale of their exploits and the different scopes they can affect or create/destroy. Destructive capacity and the area of effect are the main ways to qualify for a particular level, but they are not the only ones. Furthermore, many levels show a considerable difference between their base levels and their maximum levels. Of course, exceptions can occur, but they would be a special classification. This tier is not limited to beings but also to objects. The scale : Omega (¦¸, ¦Ø) : Being capable of exerting a force similar to that of biological beings such as humans, or any other creature. Most beings are at this level, ranging from the strength of small animals, a child, to that of athletes; this is roughly what is called the norm. Level 1 : Being capable of exerting a force comparable to that of humans who are below the average norm in terms of strength, such as small children or disabled individuals, as well as small animals like cats and dogs. Level 2 : Being capable of exerting a force comparable to that of ordinary humans, such as teenagers or non-athletic adults. Level 3 : Being capable of exerting a force comparable to that of more athletic humans, such as trained fighters or individuals generally in good physical shape. Psi (¦·, ¦×) : Level 1 : Beings who have pushed their abilities slightly above, capable of accomplishing the same feats as biological beings whose physique is slightly above their normal conditions. They are on the threshold of human strength and abilities, represented by Olympic-level athletes or rigorously trained martial artists, as well as by larger animals. Level 2 :Beings or objects capable of destroying or significantly damaging extremely resistant materials such as stone, metal, or steel, as well as parts of structures equally resistant, such as rocks and structural walls. Level 3 : Beings or objects capable of destroying parts or entire small structures such as houses or more modest buildings. Chi (¦¶, ¦Ö): Characters or objects capable of destroying buildings and medium-sized structures, such as large factories or large complexes like supermarkets, the Akasha Tower, or the Raskasha office, or any other similar structure. Level 1 : Beings or objects capable of destroying large buildings such as skyscrapers. Level 2 : Beings or objects capable of destroying city blocks or equivalent areas, complex structures similar to the Akasha Tower. Level 3 : Beings or objects capable of destroying multiple urban blocks or equivalent areas, including the Raskasha office or other similar structures. Phi (¦µ, ¦Õ): Characters or objects capable of destroying a small town or a colony.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Level 1 : Characters or objects capable of destroying a small town. Level 2 : Characters or objects capable of destroying a town. Level 3 : Characters or objects capable of destroying a large town. Upsilon (¦´, ¦Ô) : Level 1 : Characters or objects that can destroy a small city. Level 2 : Characters or objects that can destroy a city. Level 3 : Characters or objects that can destroy a mountain. Level 4 : Characters or objects that can destroy a large mountain. Tau (¦³, ¦Ó) : Level 1 : Characters or objects that can destroy an island. Level 2 : Characters or objects that can destroy a small country. Level 3 : Characters or objects that can destroy a large country. Level 4 : Characters or objects that can destroy a continent. Level 5 : Characters or objects that can destroy multiple continents. Sigma (¦², ¦Ò/?) : Level 1 : Characters or objects that can destroy a moon, or an astrological object or an object of similar proportion. Level 2 : Characters or objects that can destroy a small planet. Level 3 : Characters or objects that can create/destroy a planet. Level 4 : Characters or objects that can create/destroy large gas giant planets. Rho (¦±, ¦Ñ) : Level 1 : Characters or objects that can create/destroy very small stars. Level 2 : Characters or objects that can create/destroy small stars. Level 2 : Characters or objects that can create/destroy a star. The following tiers beyond Rho will be completed as the story progresses! Pi (¦°, ¦Ð) : Level 1: Characters or objects that can create/destroy a large star. Level 2 : Characters or objects that can create/destroy a solar system. Level 3 : Characters or objects that can create/destroy multiple solar systems. Omicron (¦¯, ¦Ï) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans the size of a galaxy, taking into consideration the space between celestial bodies as well. Xi (¦®, ¦Î) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans the size of multiple galaxies, taking into account the space between celestial bodies as well. Nu (¦­, ¦Í) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans a 3-dimensional space at least equivalent in size to our observable universe (880 yottameters) and can extend up to any finite size. For simplicity, we usually assume that a fictional universe is at least as large as the observable universe when its dimensions are not specified. Mu (¦¬, ¦Ì) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans from 1 to any finite number of discrete space-times Lambda (¦«, ¦Ë) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans an infinite 3-dimensional space, commonly defined in fiction as ''infinite universes'' or simply ''infinite spaces.'' Alternatively, this level can be reached with an infinite number of Nu (¦­, ¦Í) structures (finite observable universes) and/or Mu (¦¬, ¦Ì) (discrete space-times). Being ''infinitely'' stronger than this level, unless mathematically uncountably so, does not qualify for any higher tier. Kappa (¦ª, ¦Ê) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans the entirety of a space-time continuum where the temporal dimension is proven to function as an eternalist Minkowskian space-time, meaning it records a uncountably infinite number of snapshots of the universe, with the 3-dimensional space being any size, finite or infinite. Iota (¦©, ¦É) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans from 2 to any finite number of Kappa (¦ª, ¦Ê) structures (separate space-time continuums). The ''+'' is added to the tier when the number of Kappa (¦ª, ¦Ê) structures reaches an infinite value, commonly referred to in fiction simply as an ''infinite multiverse.'' Theta (¦¨, ¦È) : Characters or objects capable of significantly affecting or destroying beings or cosmological structures whose magnitude or durability level spans from 2 to any number of Iota (¦©, ¦É) structures (infinite multiverses of separate space-time continuums). The ''+'' is added to the tier when the level reaches or exceeds an infinite number of Iota (¦©, ¦É) structures. Eta (¦§, ¦Ç) Zeta (¦¦, ¦Æ) Epsilon (¦¥, ¦Å) Delta (¦¤, ¦Ä) Gamma (¦£, ¦Ã) Beta (¦¢, ¦Â) Alpha (¦¡, ¦Á) Conversation with a cosmic being 1 All beings endowed with intelligence have at one time or another been amazed by what surrounds them: the diversity of terrestrial or marine species, the vastness of space and what they have called the universe, the beauty of this universe, the depth and complexity of their own existence. Most of these beings identify as being part of creation.Creation, in order to interact between different parts of itself, has established codes, a language. Speech, words allow communication, and words are the way creation has found to define itself and define reality. As long as speech existed, with letters and words, creation had nothing to fear. It could form sounds, descriptions, actions, transmit ideas, express thoughts, truth, law, rules; everything creation desired was possible through words, through speech. In the spring of her life, Ado experienced an extraordinary event, the kind of thing she thought was only possible in fiction novels. She met a being that surpassed her understanding. Ado was eighteen years old at the time. She was now officially responsible for herself according to social standards, although she had been independent since the loss of her parents at the age of sixteen. Ado considered her life to be a routine. Having experienced several facets of life, she knew how difficult it was to earn money that was easily spent, how to avoid and face obvious problems, how to adopt the best course of action, and how to confront baseless condemnations. These processes were sometimes so repetitive that she began to find her life monotonous and flavorless. Ado was financially stable; the inheritance from her parents secured her back in case of problems, and her many investments were thriving. But sometimes, she felt emptiness. These moments occurred when her mind wasn''t occupied; bit by bit, an idea developed and a thought took shape, quickly becoming a long introspection. Thus, she realized that something was missing. Was it having more money? It is true that one can never have enough money, but Ado knew that this wasn''t the origin of her feeling, even though she lived in a modest studio on the roof of a building. The entire building was hers. One is never too bored with luxury, but comfort does not only reside in luxury. This small, compact studio was her happiness: a bedroom, a kitchen, a one-stop desk, close and accessible, with all the equipment she needed. Simplicity is sometimes refreshing; so no, it wasn''t a matter of money. She spent her days in this studio, seeking amusement on the internet, reacting to memes, actively reading comments under posts, chatting about everything and nothing on forums or social media with people she had never seen, speculating on real estate or virtual currencies, and indulging in her passions: video games, drawing, music. It was three thirty-three. Supposed to be the hour of the devil, according to one of the novels she had read. Normally, this was the time when a vampire would show up at your door and an exciting daily life would begin. If there was no risk of burglary or anything else, she was more than ready to leave the window slightly open. As usual, she was chatting on a social network. My message: Lolihunter : @Ado, you''re still not sleeping at this hour? Racist extraordinaire : It''s a vampire, girl! The ultimate NEET, unless there''s a network failure, she''s always online. You replied to Racist extraordinaire [Subtle smile emoji] You''re not sleeping either, guys. Maybe something interesting could happen! Mother 3 : XD, you see your life? You replied to Mother 3 : No, but I see yours. XD ROI Stfu, some people are trying to sleep / ''o'' / Racist extraordinaire replied to ROI Ah, the pseudo ruler. Self-taught : Beginner level: The cell: Understanding the basic structure of the cell, its organelles and their functions, and the different types of cells (prokaryotes or eukaryotes). Genetics: Learning the basic concepts of genetics, such as DNA, genes, chromosomes, DNA replication, and inheritance. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.Classification of living organisms: Knowing the main kingdoms and the principles of taxonomic classification of living beings. According to smsgpt, do you really think I can learn genetics on the internet? Lolihunter : @Self-taught, the best courses are paid, man. You''re the only guy wanting to learn genetics on a whim after doing petrochemistry. Mother 3 : On this, he''s not wrong. But yes, you can train online. However, your motivation might take a hit and you won''t be self-taught anymore GEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Racist extraordinaire : You''re a masochist, XD You replied : It''s an experience like any other. Self-taught : I''m going to hit you [Laugh emoji] You can''t be serious for two seconds? It''s not serious to ask if one can''t be serious. This atmosphere of nonsense made her forget her boring daily life. Ado knew it was all temporary, but she appreciated these moments of sharing. Lolihunter, who lives virtually for the kawaii side; Racist extraordinaire, an extremist in the art of annoying, not racist at all by the way, he annoys equally; Self-taught, who brings interesting but useless knowledge every day. Mother 3, video games are his thing; and the other members who are not online ¡ª even though she hadn''t met them in person, the wall separating them made her daily life with them more exciting than the noise of real life. A thought kept returning to Ado''s mind when thinking about the hour of the devil. She quickly typed it on the keyboard. You : Have you read About a Certain Vampire? Apparently, the author just reappeared on Webnovel. Self-taught : I enjoyed it. If only fictional elements could happen in reality, a bit of bibliomancy wouldn''t hurt. Mother 3 replied to you : You''re behind, @Ado. Most of these works have updates. @Self-taught, that''s why it''s fiction, lol. I''d see you as a lemon cultivator in another world. Lolihunter : Read Nasta Quest while you''re at it. About a Certain Vampire is good, the storyline is solid, but it lacks power XD. Don''t you want characters with no limits? Eye Blast promises some fights :3 ROI : Right now, I''m on PGR!!! Lolihunter : We''re really jumping from one thing to another here! XD Mother 3 replied to ROI : Ah ruler, what would you do if you found yourself in another world with superpowers? Of course, this question is for everyone! Mother 3 : edited his message [Laugh emoji] Do we really need to know I edited my message? Argh Racist extraordinaire replied to ROI : Ah, I know it, but right now, I''m in misery, no time. Lolihunter replied to Mother 3 : A cult for the kawaii side and not for the sexualization of lolis? I don''t really have any big goals, but I wouldn''t say no to great powers, lol. If we could run at the speed of light without being vaporized or create explosions at every hydrogen atom or whatever we hit, I would definitely not say no. ROI : There''s really so much to choose from, I want everything, I''ll sort through it XD You : Don''t worry guys, you''ll become my generals XD when I go to another world. Lolihunter replied to you : Truck-Kun? ROI replied to Lolihunter : Skill issues x1 XD Mother 3 replied to you : I can''t wait to see that, @Ado XD. I hope we''ll be evil. @Truck-Kun, the basics XD. I wonder if there''s something more original? There''s also this concept of a system and a tower that''s becoming popular :3 Racist extraordinaire : Skill issues x2 XD Self-taught replied to you : I''m not under anyone''s command XD. Anyway, if one of us gains these powers, don''t forget to call us XD. As long as it''s easy, a little fantasy never hurts. Mother 3 to ¡­ Self-taught ¡­ Racist extraordinaire ¡­ Lolihunter ¡­ Anonymous ...has connected ¡­ F*ck you¡­has connected ¡­ Without realizing it, Ado was no longer in her studio. She had just been swept into what she would later call the beginning. The shock was replaced by a moment of realization, as she was immersed in a state where everything was white, as if that was the color that applied to the world. There was nothing; she couldn''t even see her body or what she looked like. Conversation with a cosmic being 2 Ado didn''t really have the sensation of being; this hard-to-describe feeling was more like a consciousness without a body. She wondered if this was what happened when a person died. "Am I finally dead? Am I in the afterlife?" No, you''re not dead. As for the afterlife, it''s not exactly what you think, but it''s an appropriate term to describe this place. "What the hell?" There was nothing, but Ado had just received an answer to her question. Questions arose from the depths of her being, and she remained calm. "If I''m really not dead, what is this place? Why am I here? Are you God?" I brought you here, and even though I explain what this place is, I''m afraid you won''t understand. Indeed, your vocabulary is so limited. Just thinking of this place as a location is partly an error. But I think you wouldn''t be satisfied with such an answer. The closest explanation to your understanding would be the beginning. "The beginning?" Yes. It is neither outside nor inside, a complexity that has no origin. It has no spatial or temporal nature, it is nothing without being nothingness, transcending existence. It is the absolute. It''s true that it''s hard to grasp. How can we discuss in a place that doesn''t accept a temporal nature and where nothing is supposed to exist? First, let''s replace the word "discuss" with "communicate." Though this term has its limits, it''s one of the most appropriate right now. We communicate with our beings. Being is the language of the self. Communicating through speech forces us into the incredible limit of words, which often leads to misunderstanding and misinterpretation. Sometimes, even feelings can blur the barrier between what we want to express and what we say. Thought is an inherent characteristic of being. Communicating through thought can be hindered by the form that this being takes, by intrusive thoughts, and many other things. That''s why I let your being communicate what it wants to convey. "It''s true that all your answers seem as if they are already inside me, but I still can''t understand the subtleties. Oh, this is amazing!"Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Your true nature reveals itself in your being. By observing oneself, one is able to know what one wants and what one must transmit. And from you to me, from me to you, we are no longer constrained by words, misunderstandings, and many other things. Here, everything is truth. "If I''m not dead, if this conversation is really happening, am I not simply asleep? Could this just be one of those so-called lucid dreams, based on one of my fantasies? Is all of this just a product of my imagination?" We exchange, but I suppose your imagination holds many mysteries. Talking about things you don''t understand seems plausible, and everything I say may appear logical only through pure sophistry, trying to give coherence to what''s happening to you. But thinking this way is not necessarily a bad thing. After all, this could just be a dream, a dream that doesn''t affect your reality. You''ll wake up in the morning, make your breakfast, continue your monotonous life, hiding in small pleasures, or perhaps this is the reality, the one where you experience something new. "Isn''t this just a contrast effect?" Do you think I would use the principle of coherence to push you in my direction? "Why not? If this is a dream, nothing is impossible, right?"Indeed. "Then, are you God?" Based on your experience and your definition of God, aren''t you yourself God? Or is the lack of discernment overwhelming you to the point where you rely on what you describe as a metaphysical existence? "What?" Your life wouldn''t currently be what it is if you had listened to yourself more. You keep repeating the same things, ignoring your experience. This experience and the feelings represent what you are. Your free will makes you the guardian of your life. Here, all of Ado''s feelings were apparent. All her deepest thoughts. She understood that the entity she was communicating with was preemptively responding to all her questions. "So I''m going to ask you: what is God? An authority figure, a being who has answers to all questions, an omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent being, our creator?" Isn''t that just what others say about God? By listening to what others think, you avoid the obligation to think about the question yourself. That''s one of the reasons people turn away from themselves. If you come to have a connection with what you consider to be God, then you are responsible for interpreting those designs. "So, you mean God doesn''t exist?" If He existed, would you blame Him for the premature death of your parents? For allowing your existence? Or for the fact that the world is not to your liking? Or for the fact that people differ too much from your ideal? "It''s true that I resented the heavens for what was happening to me, but realizing that my situation wasn''t the most miserable compared to others made me even more miserable. The social rules, all this prison of people, I''m out of sync with today''s society. I''ve often wished to listen to God, if He exists, and ask Him questions. What was His purpose in creating this world?" Just like children who cannot fly on their own, you are so obsessed with the creator that you forget simple things. Why are you so obsessed with the thought of having been created? "Maybe because nothing comes from nothing?" Yet, you believe in an omnipotent and omniscient God? I''m not here to break your beliefs. The God you''ve described does indeed exist, and I am not that God. But it seems to me that you still don''t understand what that is supposed to be and cannot distinguish it from what you yourself have created. "So who are you if you''re not God? The Devil?" Who determines if something comes from God or the Devil? When you stop imposing your truth on others and listen to their truth, you''ll be able to understand them. What does your being tell you about what I represent? Conversation with a cosmic being 3 "So what''s the purpose of all of this? Why did you bring me here?" I answered your call, and you answered mine. I know everything there is to know, but I lack the answer to one question. That''s why I called you, and I suppose for you, the reason would be that you are maturing. "Am I maturing?" Yes! "Why don''t you reveal yourself to me? What are you really?" Am I not already doing so? "But everything is white, there''s nothing here!" Of course, it''s not that everything was white because of the absence of something, it''s more that this is how Ado perceived the absence. We communicate with our beings. That already means revealing ourselves to one another. What do you exactly want? "I want to see in a way that engraves in my being this appearance that is yours, undeniable proof of what you are, an impossible revelation to deny." So you want to see what I truly am, while I''m here? You place a lot of importance on appearance. Though I cannot blame you, your request is impossible to fulfill at this moment. "Why?" Because you wouldn''t understand. Even if I took on a form you could understand, you would only see what you see of me, not what you do not see. I am not the appearance I take on in that sense. It would be better for you to mature to understand more things and experience them. "So what is the question that even an entity who knows almost everything doesn''t have the answer to? And why does this question lead me to you?" You know the answer to these questions. After all, your being knows everything there is to know. "But I don''t have an answer?" You don''t have an answer to formulate because you don''t even understand what''s being discussed, and you get lost at every turn. It''s a matter of experience. You must experience to realize what you know. The being constantly desires to change what it is into an experience. As long as what is conceptual hasn''t become an experience, it will only be speculation. If we are both here, it''s because we want to experience what we know! Ado was more than ready to live this new experience. At first glance, it seemed mysterious and dangerous. It wasn''t advisable to deal with the unknown, but she thought that if curiosity killed the cat, it had at least allowed it to live intensely for a moment. "Why me and not someone else?" You''ll realize that soon. It makes little difference whether it''s you or someone else. But if the question troubles you that much, then make yourself indispensable. It must be you and not someone else. "The 48 Laws of Power?" Yes! The words of your kind are the form of language that speaks to you best. "What should I do to live this experience? How would you describe it?"You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Explore another world, explore yourself. Is this an experience that interests you? "Like in those fictions where I would be the protagonist going to another world? These stories of reincarnation, regression, or systems are very popular these days." You consider yourself the protagonist? That''s good, it''s a good start. It''s part of your learning. You must learn to value yourself. Everyone has their own story, and the stories of all coexist. You are the main character of your story. Will you live this story? Ado knew that this decision would be irreversible. Driven by the desire to see where this would lead her, to discover a new world, to experience the extraordinary, she accepted without hesitation. "Alright, I will accompany you at the start of your journey. I will teach you to walk. You will walk, seek, and find your way, thus finding the answers to your questions and experiencing something entirely new. Now, go. Ado was no longer at the beginning. Her journey had just begun. "Where am I?" This is the starting point. This is where everything begins. Ado felt she was nothing more than a point. No matter the direction in which she perceived herself, that point was her. Her realm. She knew everything, she was everything in that point. "If I am just a point, how am I supposed to find my way? I never thought a point could house a being. It defies all common sense." You must reach a dimension of being and perception. The limitations stored in your mind and psyche will be shaken. You will then perceive the possibilities. "That doesn''t really answer my question!" It''s work on yourself. It wouldn''t make sense if I gave you the answer without some reflection. Perceive, think, and experience. I will give you clues at the right time. "How long will such an endeavor take? I feel like I might get lost." Why would a point, which could be anywhere in time, worry about such a thing? A point so infinitesimally small in all directions, does it need to worry about things like getting lost, being a point in every position? "That''s true, there''s no space around me. I am everything, the universe in one being, one being in a point. What else can I do? There''s nothing but communicating with you." Your beliefs fueled by your ego limit you. Isn''t that what you call impostor syndrome? Your cellular memory shouldn''t limit you in this state, no matter the bad experiences stored or the reflexes that make you underestimate yourself. Is it deeply ingrained in your being? Let''s start by changing the way you think. "Do I need to stop thinking pessimistically or focus on the bad things?" No, let your thoughts flow, regardless of their nature. Trying to suppress them will just create an opposing force of equal value. You cannot escape the laws of balance for now. By not holding on to them, you become free. You will no longer be subject to your beliefs and emotions. You will then be able to perceive everything differently, now free from any interpretation. "I understand. And this place where there is nothing is conducive to this exercise. I calm myself, let my thoughts, the questions I ask, the constant flow of uncontrolled thoughts, my conscious thinking; I observe them from an outside perspective and let them flow." Yes, freeing yourself from your thoughts starts by not considering them as reality. This prevents falling into illusions and mistaken predictions. Everything is tied to your psyche. How many times have you fallen into frightening situations after a flawed thought process, or into situations you thought were frightening but turned out to be completely different from your predictions? "I admit that I tend to overthink, draw countless conclusions, and fantasize about hypothetical situations that are actually just illusions." Yes, just like that day. It wasn''t your fault. So why do you continue to live like this? "It was because of me that this happened! What do you know about it? Being in this world makes me suffer every time I think about it." The reason for your suffering is the gap between reality and your thoughts. You are a prisoner of your thoughts, refusing to accept reality as it is. Why do you fight reality in your inner world? At this moment, don''t seek control. Thought is a tool that should serve your consciousness. "If I think in this way, what happened that day wasn''t my fault because I couldn''t prevent it. Am I not just shirking this responsibility? I should have obeyed that day and gone out with them." Then you would have died with them. Your sense of guilt must not blind you. Take a step back, question the events of that day, challenge your beliefs and actions, and see what results. All thoughts follow the flow of the current; those that remain are the ones you validate. "I see. By forgiving myself and continuing my path without clinging to these thoughts, I cease to be a puppet. And I can continue with the course of my life." Yes, you choose whether or not to follow the thoughts that present themselves to you. It''s an awareness of thought; you stop being thought. It''s an exercise that doesn''t happen automatically, but you will eventually succeed. Now that you are the master of your thoughts, you must experience the incredible power of your mind. First step "The incredible power of my mind?" Yes. On the path you are about to travel, harnessing the power of your mind is necessary to move forward. The mind allows you to perceive the energetic field of beings, things, to phase with it. You might be able to turn water into wine, walk on water, or move objects by thought. "Really?"All of this is symbolic until you have experienced it. "I see. I will start by feeling what''s around me. I don''t feel anything." "I am capable of doing this." Yes, you are. "I decide what I want, and I look for a way to get it. My unconscious is conscious. This is not the work of destiny, but a consequence of my choices. I am. In this moment, you know what you are capable of. All you need is to experience it. Ado was living an expansion of consciousness, her being completely transformed. Everything she knew, everything she had lived, everything that existed for her, everything she believed in, was relegated to the background of her consciousness. Everything new flooded toward her, inundating her being with information. It was the very essence of existence, beyond the point she was. By wanting to see what was beyond, she had reached a dimension of perception. It could be likened to an awakening of the mind. This state that many people seek throughout their lives, Ado had just reached something similar yet different; she had awakened. You are very different from what you were. Now you can understand the difference. This abstract state that you lacked interest in before, but now that you''ve reached this place beyond your threshold of consciousness, you can understand it. We are now on the same level. What do you think? "I perceive everything beyond my realm: the information of all existence, life, death, intelligent beings, realities, dimensions. It''s amazing, but¡­" Do you realize the vanity of all this?Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. "Those who spent their lives chasing these things, neglecting their lives, seem really sad to me now. Those who lived lives full of suffering and emptiness, clinging to these stars high in the sky." Don''t fall into the trap of arrogance. You are not in a position to pity them. For some, living their life fully means pursuing these illusions. Focus on yourself, and if living your life fully involves helping others, you are entitled to help them. "Although I can perceive beyond my realm, I am unable to fully understand everything, let alone interpret it all. I''ve gotten used to the feeling of being a point, but I feel like I can move to the next stage." Yes, although she could perceive beyond, she couldn''t interact with what was beyond. Perceiving information she didn''t mostly understand, nature didn''t really make sense at this moment. It was necessary for her to continue her journey. That''s true, there''s no point in staying fixed at any given point. I said I would guide you so you could walk. So I will lend you something. Probe your being, and you''ll find what will take you where you need to go. Ado''s realm then stretched, creating a paradox that broke the point of reality. She was able to see that she was a point, a singularity. For the first time, she perceived beyond the point: waves, lines, vibrations. Since she was no longer thought, she took this change as an event in her field of consciousness. She already knew that this nothing she had experienced was not everything. She felt drawn into the great whole. Influenced by the being who was guiding her, her being had also changed in the process, taking the form of a wavelength. She entered the great whole. If she had previously been a point, now everything was different. She was in a world where a point was part of a whole, a one-dimensional world. "I wonder what our mathematicians will think of this experience." They won''t understand! If words allow us to describe the world, then numbers allow us to understand it, to transform it. But there are things we cannot understand using logic. But that''s only for what lies beyond. I hold good hope that they will be able to understand their reality and interpret it. After all, none of them were truly wrong. Every interpretation of the world holds a kernel of truth. * It was an evening when the moon, full and shining with beauty, illuminated the sky. A young couple found themselves in a delicate situation. Although the birth of their child was an event to celebrate, the woman suddenly felt that the time had come for the baby to be born. Contrary to all expectations, the doctors'' predictions, which had said the child would arrive in a month, turned out to be false. As if the baby were mocking these predictions, it kicked, announcing its arrival into the world. The man, although of a high status and accustomed to facing many situations, was overwhelmed by the urgency. He had contacted the hospital, but it was too late: his wife, screaming in pain, was exhausted, and he found himself alone, having to manage the birth and ensure the safety of his wife before the arrival of medical help. On the phone, a midwife gave him instructions: prepare cloths, use sheets as substitutes, heat water, etc. Following these instructions to the letter, he laid his wife on the bed, urging her to keep her eyes open. As his wife was in the throes of pain, worry gave way to the birth of their child. It was a girl. She was born perfectly at midnight, marking the start of a new day. The mother, exhausted from the effort, almost immediately fell asleep. The father, still slightly disoriented, wondered: would cutting the umbilical cord cause his wife pain? His nerves were frayed, especially after his partner''s cries during the delivery. He was suddenly jolted from his stupor by the child''s cry, and at that very moment, the ambulance finally arrived at their home. The paramedics took over everything: the woman and child were transported to the hospital. It was an emotional overload for the man. Ado Everything had happened so fast. A few hours earlier, they had been laughing together, and now his wife had just given birth to their child at home. Once his wife was taken care of, the news was reassuring: both the mother and child were fine. Soon after, he found himself by his wife''s bedside, holding their baby in his arms. The child was so small, so fragile, that the father wondered if all this commotion had really been caused by such a tiny creature. Although the baby didn''t yet have much strength, once in her father''s arms, she began to move vigorously, as if recognizing the one holding her. The father seriously wondered if the child could already see. Then, against all odds, this little being did something astonishing: she smiled. The father stood for a moment, surprised. The mother, although she had missed this moment, observed the scene and, looking at the child in her husband''s arms, simply commented: "This child really loves her father, it seems," the mother said, smiling. Given the fiery nature of the child from the moment of her birth, crowned by this unexpected smile, the father thought his daughter had inherited her mother''s overflowing energy, the dynamic teenager she once was. Hoping she would always remain "daddy''s girl," he decided that her middle name would be Ado, as if marking her entrance into this world that constantly defied the rules. As she grew, Ado developed a fiery temperament but also a precocious maturity. From an early age, she understood that she was not a special child, just a girl a little more awake than the others. She became aware that the world was full of children, whether privileged or underprivileged. This lucidity, although she was still young, colored her thoughts and made it difficult for her to fully enjoy the carefree nature of childhood. It was in January. Ado, five years old at the time, had just finished her class. Unlike the other children who rushed out of the classroom as if they feared being the last ones, she slowly packed away her notebook. Although she looked forward to the break, she saw no point in running around. One might have thought she lacked energy compared to other children her age. "Slow down, children!" cried a young woman, the activity leader. She cast an intrigued look at Ado, who seemed to lack enthusiasm. Ado exchanged a smile with the leader before leaving the room. Once outside, she watched the other children play, without really participating. Then a scene caught her attention: a group of children was bullying another. Like the others, she had no intention of intervening and simply watched.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. This memory, now blurred by time, seemed distorted, as if the memory itself had changed the scene. Suddenly, Ado found herself in a hallway, waiting for her parents to call her in. They were in a discussion with the school principal in his office. Ado remained calm until she was called. When she entered, she saw her parents sitting across from the school official. She sat down under their inquisitive gaze. The reason for the call was simple: a fight with other students. However, the details of the incident remained unclear in her mind. In the car, her father looked at her with a curious expression. "So, you started a full-blown fight? Why?" "Because I was going to lose!" Ado replied with disarming honesty. Her mother shook her head, incredulous at her daughter''s response, while her father burst out laughing. "You really look like your mother when she was young," he said, amused. "But why did you apologize to the principal if you thought you were right?" "For appearances," Ado answered without hesitation. "Appearances?" "Yes. Sometimes, you have to lower your head, even when you know you''re right. It saves a lot of trouble. It was just a children''s quarrel. Even if I had insisted on defending my point of view, everyone would have quickly forgotten about it, unlike the image I would have left." "The image, huh? How old are you now? I wonder if this should really be a concern for a child!" her father said, a bit perplexed. From the back seat, Ado pouted. "I want to learn how to fight," she suddenly declared. "Certainly not," her mother replied firmly. "I don''t see how that would help you," her father added. "Focus on your studies instead." "I''ve decided to stop school." "No, you''re not stopping anything. You''re acting like a child. But these decisions aren''t made on a whim. Try to make an effort, don''t worry, it''ll be fine." "It''s not a decision made on a whim," Ado retorted. "Oh?" Her father slowed the car slightly, intrigued by the confidence with which Ado argued. "I''m fine with you learning to fight," he said suddenly. Ado''s mother looked at him with wide eyes, incredulous. Letting their daughter learn how to fight? And saying it so directly! Her husband hastily explained, "Don''t worry, she''s going to learn martial arts, but it''s mostly a form of dance. All she''ll gain from it is maybe physical fitness, coordination, etc. It''s not for going around hitting strangers, right?" "Of course not, it''s just for self-defense," Ado quickly asserted. "See?" he said to his wife. "Yes, but I''m still skeptical," replied her mother, visibly tired. "Do you think I''m spoiling her too much?" "Maybe." "What''s wrong with that?" he asked, shrugging. Then he turned to his daughter. "Listen carefully, Ado. I''m telling you this because you''re smart. "As long as I''m alive, you have nothing to fear. No matter what problems you face, I''ll take care of them for you. So, never let anyone walk all over you, okay? Just don''t be reckless. Earlier, it could have gone badly. As long as you''re okay, I''ll be here to clean up after you. And if you make mistakes, I''ll be here to apologize on your behalf." Ado nodded, her expression serious. "What are you saying to a child her age?" her mother asked, half-exasperated, half-amused.