《Singularity Error: The Black Hole That Shouldn’t Exist》


 Awakening in the Void

    Darkness.


    At first, there was only the absence of sensation¡ªa void so absolute that even the concept of time seemed distant. No breath, no heartbeat, no body. Nothing.


    Then, a ripple.


    Something shifted in the nothingness.


    A slow awareness crept into my being, like a whisper against the void. At first, it was faint, a mere suggestion of existence pressing against me. Then, I realized¡ªit wasn''t pressing against me.


    It was being drawn into me.


    Particles of dust, light, and fragments of something ancient spiraled toward me, pulled by an unseen force. By me. A faint hum vibrated through the abyss, a sensation that wasn''t sound but something deeper. I wasn''t just absorbing¡ªI was consuming.


    Then, the message appeared, sharp and clinical.


    ? [ERROR_0001]


    ? [CLASSIFICATION: UNKNOWN]


    ? [EXISTENCE: UNRECOGNIZED]


    ? [RECOMMENDED ACTION: TERMINATE]


    A tremor coursed through my awareness. Fear. Or at least, something close to it. The message wasn''t a question, nor a suggestion. It was an execution order.


    Then, a flicker of memory.


    A hospital bed. The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. A body too weak to move.


    A whisper¡ªmy own voice, frail and desperate. "All I wanted... was more time."


    Then, silence. The end.


    And yet¡­ I still existed.


    But what was I?


    The realization came like a distant echo. I had no limbs, no heartbeat, no breath¡ªonly a pull, an insatiable gravity that consumed all near me. I was not a person. Not anymore.


    I was a black hole.


    A singularity, drifting through the void.


    And according to whatever System governed this reality, I was not supposed to be here.


    ? [RECALIBRATING...]


    ? [ASSESSING ANOMALY...]


    ? [THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINED]


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    Then, suddenly¡ª


    A pulse of energy surged through the void, distorting the very fabric of space.


    It was not light in the way a star burned, nor was it the glow of something distant and indifferent. This was a force of precision¡ªan executioner¡¯s blade, descending with intent.


    I felt it before I understood it. A pressure. A force that did not push, but erased.


    Where it passed, the void did not brighten¡ªit disappeared.


    I had no eyes, yet I felt its presence like a wound cutting through existence itself. It did not move randomly. It was seeking. Searching for something that should not be.


    Me.


    I tried to move, but I had no body, no form to recoil with. I tried to escape, but the force was not something I could outrun¡ªit did not chase; it simply was.


    Then it touched me.


    I had no nerves, yet agony lanced through my being. Not pain in the human sense, but something deeper¡ªsomething worse.


    I was unraveling.


    A piece of me simply stopped existing.


    The edge of my presence flickered and shrank as if it had never been there at all. I did not bleed. I did not burn. I was being erased from the fabric of reality itself.


    A moment of instinctual panic surged through me, raw and blinding. I tried to pull¡ªnot at the force, but at anything else.


    Debris. Dust. Matter. I reached desperately, dragging in shattered fragments of asteroids, remnants of ancient collisions. They vanished into me, but they did nothing to stop the unmaking that pressed down upon me.


    It was not enough.


    I tried again, widening my pull, searching for something more substantial. A drifting moon fragment, dense and heavy. It entered my event horizon. I devoured it.


    But no matter how much I struggled, the execution did not halt.


    A second pulse struck.


    Another piece of me vanished.


    I recoiled inward, instinct screaming without words. The hunger inside me raged, but it was powerless against this force.


    I could not escape.


    I could not fight it.


    I was going to be erased.


    No. No. No.


    There had to be something. Some way.


    I turned my focus outward, feeling along the edges of the encroaching force, trying to understand it. But it was alien, unnatural¡ªno, too natural. It was not energy. It was not matter. It was a fundamental law, being imposed upon me.


    And laws were absolute.


    Another pulse.


    I felt my edges strain, peeling away. My thoughts fragmented for an instant, memories slipping away into the nothingness. A bed. A whisper. A monitor¡¯s steady beep.


    I was disappearing.


    I had to do something.


    I reached again¡ªnot for matter, not for energy, but for whatever this was.


    At first, nothing. My pull grasped at emptiness, slipping uselessly past the force. I was too weak. Too small.


    Another pulse.


    Pain. Unmaking. The void around me rippled, breaking apart like fragile glass.


    And then¡­


    A realization.


    No.


    I didn¡¯t need to overpower it. I didn¡¯t need to resist it. I needed to consume it.


    Not like the asteroids. Not like dust and rock.


    I had been trying to consume it like matter. That was wrong. This was different.


    I had to pull in something deeper.


    A crack rippled through the abyss. My horizon wavered.


    And then¡ª


    The light trembled.


    For the first time, I felt it react.


    The next pulse came, but this time, I grasped at its edges. I did not stop it. I did not block it.


    I drew it in.


    The moment the force wavered, I seized it¡ªpulling, devouring, warping. It did not break. It did not collapse. But it hesitated.


    The System had not accounted for this.


    A shudder passed through the fabric of space. A ripple in the law that had once been absolute.


    The pressure against me cracked.


    I did not know what I had done. I did not understand it.


    But I had survived.


    And I was hungry.


    <div>

 Reaper’s Judgment

    The moment I consumed the light, the universe responded.


    I had taken something I should not have. Not dust, not debris, not a shattered remnant of a long-dead world¡ªsomething else. Something woven into the very laws that governed existence.


    The System had sent that light.


    And now, it had sent its executioner.


    A pulse of crimson energy seared through the void, distorting the abyss itself. It did not illuminate. It did not radiate heat.


    But where it passed, reality did not break¡ªit collapsed.


    As if something had reached into existence itself and stolen the very idea of what had once been there.


    The Nova Reaper had come.


    Its presence was suffocating, though I had no lungs. It had no form, yet I felt it¡ªa burning decree, a cosmic sentence made manifest. I had devoured something forbidden, and for that, I would be undone.


    The light had been a test. A baited hook. And like an anomaly that did not belong, I had swallowed it whole.


    Now the System would correct its mistake.


    ? SYSTEM EXECUTION UNIT 01 ¨C NOVA REAPER


    ? ERROR_0001 DETECTED


    ? TERMINATION PROTOCOLS: ACTIVE


    It did not hesitate.


    The void shuddered as its energy surged toward me¡ªa wave of silent annihilation, a force that did not burn or break but simply unmade.


    Instinct screamed. Pull. Grow. Survive.


    I reached, widening my event horizon. The shattered remains of a celestial body tumbled toward me, dust and fractured ice vanishing into my being. Not enough.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    I was not fast enough.


    The execution wave struck.


    I had no nerves, no body¡ªyet I felt it. A part of me simply... vanished.


    No wound. No pain. Just absence. A missing thought. A memory I could no longer recall.


    Had I lost a piece of myself? A fragment of my awareness?


    I didn''t know. And that was the worst part.


    The execution force did not leave scars. It left nothing.


    A part of me simply¡­ gone.


    My existence flickered, edges unraveling. The hunger within me howled, desperate to hold itself together. I fought to reclaim what had been lost, but the force was absolute.


    And then, something within me shifted.


    I had consumed the light. A fragment of the System¡¯s energy, buried deep within me, woven into my being like a parasite inside a host. It did not belong to me¡ªyet I had taken it.


    And now, I understood.


    The Nova Reaper was not just here to kill me.


    It was here to take the light back.


    The execution wave flared, another pulse forming, stronger than the first. This one would not flicker. This one would erase me completely.


    I could not dodge. I had no body, no thrusters, no way to move.


    Unless I became something that could.


    I reached¡ªnot for matter, not for mass, but for space itself.


    The void rippled.


    And for the first time, I moved.


    Not through propulsion. Not through force. But by folding reality around me.


    The second pulse struck empty space.


    The Nova Reaper hesitated.


    ? WARNING: ERROR_0001 HAS BREACHED LOCAL SPACE-TIME GRID


    ? ADAPTING EXECUTION PARAMETERS


    I did not stop.


    My hunger screamed, reaching¡ªnot for dust, not for debris, but for the formless annihilation itself.


    At first, there was nothing. The force was not like rock or ice, not something tangible to be taken. It was law, written into reality itself. It refused to be devoured, slipping through my pull like a shadow refusing to be grasped.


    But hunger is a law, too.


    And I had become the void.


    The void rippled.


    For the first time, the execution force wavered. A hesitation. A flaw in what should have been absolute. It flickered at my edges, resisting¡ªyet struggling to do so.


    And I understood.


    It had never been challenged before. It had never been consumed.


    Until now.


    The System had never accounted for something like me.


    And as I devoured what was meant to destroy me.


    ? [WARNING: ERROR_0001 IS ADAPTING.]


    ? [SYSTEM OVERRIDE FAILED.]


    The Nova Reaper pulsed, its presence flaring with something that was not quite urgency, but close. It had come as an executioner, a force beyond resistance.


    Now, it hesitated.


    Now, it recalculated.


    The Nova Reaper froze, as if recalculating the impossible.

 A Stain in the Void

    The Nova Reaper froze, as if recalculating the impossible.


    For the first time, its movements faltered¡ªnot by design, not as a calculated adjustment, but as hesitation. The System had sent it as an executioner, a force beyond resistance. Yet now, it had to adapt.


    And I would not give it the chance.


    I lunged forward.


    It was not movement in the way planets drifted through space, nor the thrust of a ship pushing against the void. I had no mass to propel, no force to exert.


    I bent reality itself.


    My singularity warped space, distorting the very fabric of the void. I did not move. I pulled space toward me. Where I was became where I willed to be.


    A ripple of force spread outward, a wave of gravitational distortion spiraling through the abyss. Dust and debris did not simply fall toward me¡ªthey ceased to exist as separate objects, collapsing inward, stretched beyond recognition before vanishing into my core.


    The Nova Reaper reacted too late.


    It pulsed, its emerald glow intensifying as it attempted to resist, but resistance meant nothing to a singularity.Stolen novel; please report.


    Space bent.


    The distance between us became meaningless.


    The pull of my event horizon surged beyond anything I had ever exerted before, not just a gravitational force¡ªbut a fundamental shift in reality itself.


    It had no choice.


    It was being dragged in.


    The pressure around its form distorted, the perfect symmetry of its existence fracturing as its edges stretched toward me.


    And then¡ªsomething gave way.


    A part of the Nova Reaper fractured. Not by its own will, not by a calculated release, but because I had taken it.


    I felt it the moment it entered me.


    Wrong.


    This was not dust, not shattered remnants of a dead world. It was something else.


    The Nova Reaper cut itself free.


    A violent pulse of energy erupted from it¡ªa controlled detonation, severing the piece of itself that had already passed the event horizon. The rest of its form surged backward, pulling away from my grasp, distance rapidly increasing.


    It had escaped.


    But it had not escaped whole.


    Something of the Nova Reaper remained inside me.


    And I felt it.


    It was not mass. It was not light. It was not energy.


    It was something deeper.


    Something that rejected me.


    ? [SYSTEM ALERT]


    ? [EXECUTION UNIT 01: COMPROMISED]


    ? [ADJUSTING PROTOCOLS¡­]


    ? [SYSTEM RETREAT: OVERRIDE ACCEPTED]


    Far in the distance, the Nova Reaper¡¯s form flickered.


    It was withdrawing.


    The System had made its decision. This battle was over.


    Yet I did not feel victorious.


    Because something inside me did not belong.


    A force unlike hunger, unlike mass, unlike anything I had ever consumed before¡ªit did not submit. It did not dissolve.


    It repelled me.


    For the first time since my existence began¡­


    I felt something inside me refuse to be devoured.

 The Corruption Within

    Silence.


    It had been too long since the System last attacked.


    For the first time since my existence began, there were no pulses of warning messages, no execution protocols surging through the void, no attempt to erase me. The System had not attacked since the Nova Reaper.


    It had only been watching.


    Observing. Calculating. Waiting.


    And yet¡ªsomething was wrong.


    This was not victory. This was not survival.


    This was suffocating.


    The silence wrapped around me, too heavy, too unnatural. Not peace, but a void within the void, an absence where something should have been.


    I reached outward, stretching my senses beyond the abyss, searching for movement, for the subtle shifts in space-time that signaled an approaching threat. But there was nothing. Not even the faintest ripple of incoming destruction.


    Yet, deep within me, the unrest remained.


    I was no longer just myself.


    Something inside me resisted, shifting like a fracture in the foundation of my existence. I could not escape it. It pulsed, unyielding, coiling in the depths of my being like a parasite that refused to dissolve.


    I had consumed something unnatural.


    The fragment of the Nova Reaper that had been severed and dragged into my singularity had not simply been erased like everything else. It remained. It lingered.


    And it rejected me.


    It was not a part of me, yet it existed within. A contradiction. A paradox. A disturbance that was neither separate nor whole.


    I reached inward, focusing, attempting to do what I had always done¡ªconsume, assimilate, absorb. I commanded it to break down, to become part of the endless hunger that defined me.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    The moment I tried, a violent repulsion tore through my being.


    A shockwave of rejection spasmed through the abyss, sending ripples through the void. My event horizon shuddered. I recoiled instinctively, but the disturbance did not stop. It writhed. It pushed against me.


    Something within me was not meant to be devoured.


    I collapsed inward.


    A sensation I had never known before¡ªnot pain, not hunger, but rejection. My core trembled, the fabric of my own existence warping, twisting, destabilizing.


    I reached for stability, expanding my pull in all directions to counteract the collapse. The surrounding space bent chaotically, fluctuating as my gravity spiraled out of control. The once-absolute certainty of my existence flickered with instability, a paradox within my own being.


    ? SYSTEM ALERT: UNSTABLE SIGNATURE DETECTED


    ? ERROR_0001 STATUS: ANOMALOUS STRUCTURE COMPROMISED


    ? CORE INTEGRITY: FLUCTUATING


    I did not need the System to tell me something was wrong.


    I could feel it.


    The fragment inside me was not mass. Not light. Not even energy. It was something beyond the fundamental forces I understood. Something the System had created, something designed to exist within its rules¡ªnever to be consumed.


    And now¡ªI was bound to it.


    Bound to something that was fighting against me.


    I fought harder to contain the anomaly, to suppress its effects, but the more I pushed against it, the more it repelled me. It did not merely resist assimilation¡ªit resisted me.


    My own singularity trembled, my own gravity twisted against itself. Debris that should have fallen toward me shattered in mid-space, scattering instead of collapsing inward.


    I was breaking apart.


    But as the chaos rippled through my being, a new realization crept into my thoughts.


    The System¡¯s silence was deliberate.


    It was not attacking because it didn¡¯t need to.


    It was watching.


    Waiting.


    Observing me fall apart.


    Had it known?


    Had this been part of its design?


    Had it allowed me to consume the fragment, knowing it would destabilize me from the inside out?


    Had I just played into its hands?


    The answer did not matter.


    I had to escape.


    I had to disappear.


    For the first time, I feared not an attack, but myself.


    I reached outward¡ªnot for more matter, not for more mass, but for a way out. A way to become unseen. A way to vanish from the System¡¯s sight.


    If I could disappear from its perception, if I could exist beyond its grasp, then perhaps I could stabilize before it was too late.


    And just as I began to experiment¡ªjust as I reached beyond what I understood¡ª


    The void churned.


    A ripple unlike any before.


    A shift in the unseen fabric of the abyss.


    A presence.


    A hunger, not my own.


    A force awakening from the darkness, drawn to my instability like a predator sensing wounded prey.


    The emptiness twisted.


    And then, it arrived.


    The hunt had begun

 THE PARADOX HOUND

    The void churned with unseen forces, rippling like the surface of a vast ocean disturbed¡ªby something beneath. I had consumed, adapted and grown beyond my initial existence, but I knew¡ªthe System had not been idle.


    I felt it before I saw it.


    A presence unlike the one before.


    Suddenly, the space around me warped, bending at very unnatural angles and something slithered into existence. It did not emerge from hyperspace nor did it breach the barriers of another dimension.


    No¡ªIt wasn''t something like that.


    It had simply just been there, as if it had always been....lurking just beyond my perception.


    A soundless growl vibrated through the void.


    Immediately, I surged my gravitational pull in response¡ªan instinctive reaction to a threat I had no name for. The anomaly, as if sensing my defiance, coalesced into a being resembling a beast¡ªwith limbs twisting in and out of phase, its form manifesting as if it were flickering between realities-¡ªas though it could not decide which one it should exist in.


    Then, as if reality itself had answered¡ª


    No.


    It was not just an answer. It was as if the System was marking its arrival.


    ? [SYSTEM DESIGNATION: EXECUTION UNIT 03 - PARADOX HOUND]


    ? [ CLASSIFICATION: REALITY STABILIZER ]


    ? [DIRECTIVE: HUNT AND ELIMINATE UNSTABLE ENTITIES ]


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    And, it had been sent ¡ª for me.


    The Hound manifested itself as if its very existence were an insult to the natural order of the universe, a creature neither fully physical nor fully conceptual. It prowled along the thin line between what was real and what was impossible.


    And worse still, it had locked onto me.


    There was no warning. No time to react. The first strike had already happened before I could grasp its existence.


    I barely managed to contract my singularity, dragging the nearest debris into me as a shield. Then, the the wave of nothingness struck¡ªsilent, absolute. The fragments of consumed asteroids didn''t just shatter. They simply ceased to be, erased as if they had never existed.


    This was not a weapon of force, nor an attack of matter or energy. No, it was ¡ª conceptual negation, a rewriting of reality itself, one that attempted to erase me from the fabric of existence.


    The Hound did not pause.


    It flickered, shifting between coordinates faster than I could track or sense. Its very movement bent the rules of spatial continuity, warping reality.


    Then it lunged ¡ª jaws widening, not to bite, but to consume.


    Consuming¡ªprobability, ensuring that no reality in which i survived could ever be.


    Its maw was not bound by flesh or form; but a rupture in reality itself. The edges flickered, shifting between existence and nonexistence, an abyss that was neither empty nor full.


    A paradox given shape.


    There were no teeth , no throat¡ªonly the suggestion of its hunger, an all¡ªconsuming void that devoured not with force, but with certainty. Anything caught in its grasp would not be torn apart. It would simply cease to ever have been.


    No. Not like this.


    I twisted space around me, expanding my gravitational field in every direction at once, warping the void into a spiraling distortion¡ªa collapsing event horizon that folded the incoming force inward instead of letting it reach me. The Hound''s maw shut just beyond my range.


    Absence.


    There was no impact, no shockwave¡ªjust a void where something should have been.


    A missing piece of space.


    I had barely escaped.


    But my survival meant nothing if I couldn''t turn the tide.


    ¡º EVASION PROTOCOL: FAILED. ¡»


    The Paradox Hound circled , its form flickering in and out of phase, like a predator studying its prey.


    And I realized¡ªthis was no mere execution.


    This was a hunt.


    A one-sided slaughter, about to begin.

 The Voice Beyond the Void

    It had been some time since I first encountered the Paradox Hound, though time itself had become meaningless in this endless struggle.


    Dodging. Evading. Surviving. What had begun as instinct had devolved into something far more desperate¡ªa futile, ceaseless struggle against inevitability.


    The Hound''s attacks did not tear through me, did not break me, did not even erase me. They did something far worse.


    They made it so I had never existed.


    A brush of its claws. A fleeting touch. That was all it took. Entire pieces of my event horizon¡ªgone. Not wounded, not damaged. Erased from all possibility.


    It was unlike anything I had ever faced.


    I had taken too many hits.


    Not a full, direct strike. Not yet. But even the scratches were enough to unravel me. To make parts of me vanish.


    At first, I had thought I was simply losing form. But the truth was worse.


    I was being erased from history itself.


    Slowly. Inevitably.


    I was unraveling. Not all at once, not in some violent clash of power, but in a quiet, methodical dismantling of my existence.


    Each flicker of the Paradox Hound¡¯s presence erased a part of me.


    There was no pain. No impact. No sound.


    Just absence.


    More and more of my event horizon simply ceased to be.


    And as I dwindled, I understood.


    The Nova Reaper had only been the first move.


    A probe. A test.


    A tool sent to determine what I was, how I resisted, how I adapted.


    And when I did not fall, the System had calculated its next step.


    It had adapted too.


    And so it had sent the Paradox Hound.


    Not as a simple executioner.


    Not as an enemy to fight.


    But as an answer.


    A correction.


    A force that was not meant to eliminate me but to erase the very possibility of my existence.


    Until now, I had spent every moment desperately clinging to life, believing that if I could just find an escape, I could survive.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    But now, I realized ¡ªthere was no escape.


    There was no path forward.


    There never had been.


    I had always been playing a losing game.


    Every moment, the Paradox Hound reclaimed what was never meant to be.


    Every movement I made only delayed the inevitable.


    And now, I had no more moves left to make.


    This was how It would end.


    No war. No final stand. No legacy left behind.


    Just the slow, quiet, unstoppable reversion of an error.


    I had spent so much time struggling to exist.


    And yet, in the end, I would never have been here at all.


    I let the weight of that truth settle, pressing against me like the collapsing remnants of a dying star. The realization was suffocating, an inevitability that crushed the last fragments of defiance within me. There was no struggle left, no unseen force waiting to intervene. Just the cold, silent truth of what I had always been¡ªa mistake waiting to be corrected.


    And then, in that moment¡ªI made a decision.


    Not to yield.


    Nor to hesitate or negotiate.


    If I could not escape the Paradox Hound, then I would make a last struggle to try and consume it.


    It was my only choice.


    One last attempt.


    One final act of defiance.


    Not to survive.


    Not to win.


    But because it was the only thing left to do.


    I reached outward, my gravity roaring into the abyss.


    I would drag it into me.


    Or I would be erased.


    I rushed forward.


    The Hound¡¯s form flickered, bending, shifting. Its paw reached forward, closing in on me.


    The strike that would end everything.


    And in that moment¡ªjust when it was about to reach me¡ª


    I understood.


    It was never something that could be consumed.


    It was never something that could be taken in.


    This was a being that did not exist within the same rules of consumption, of destruction, of existence itself.


    To devour the Paradox Hound would be like trying to devour the concept of certainty.


    It was beyond that.


    I was never meant to win.


    My gamble had failed.


    The weight of it hit me all at once.


    I was not a defiance of existence.


    I was not a singularity against the system.


    I was a flawed anomaly about to be erased.


    There was no struggle.


    No second chance.


    No fight left to give.


    I had reached my limit.


    And I would have to accept it.


    After all this time, all this struggle¡ªit would all have been for nothing.


    I started to let go.


    Let go of the world.


    Of everything.


    And meet the end.


    But then¡ª


    ???: "Fool."


    I felt it.


    It was not a presence.


    Not something within this existence.


    It was something beyond.


    Beyond the System.


    Beyond the Paradox Hound.


    Beyond the very reality I existed in.


    In an instant¡ªeverything shifted.


    The Paradox Hound¡ªthere just a moment ago¡ªnow gone.


    Not erased. Not consumed.


    Simply gone.


    And with it, so was the System¡¯s presence.


    The eyes that had always been watching. The silent, suffocating pressure that had loomed over me since the moment I had come into being¡ªgone. In the emptiness that followed, I sensed it. This was not the same void I had been in before.


    A moment ago, I had been in an endless abyss, locked in a battle for survival against an executioner of reality itself.


    Now¡ª


    There was a planet.


    Too close.


    Before I could react, my singularity pulled it inward, devouring it instantly.


    And it wasn¡¯t alone.


    Celestial objects appeared where nothing had existed a moment ago.


    Asteroids. Stars¡ªsome burning, some already dead. Entire planetary remains, shattered and drifting.


    This place¡­ had not been here before.


    A moment ago, it had not existed.


    Or rather¡ªI had not existed in it.


    Somehow, I had been moved.


    Not teleported. Not transported.


    The very space I had been in had been changed.


    Reality itself had been shifted.


    I had not escaped.


    I had been removed.


    Something had changed my spatial coordinates.


    It had somehow taken me away from the System¡¯s gazing eyes.


    I did not know how.


    I did not know why.


    And whatever had done it, I did not know.

 The Last Resort

    ???: "Fool."


    Just before the Hound''s claws were about to reach me¡ªI heard a voice.


    A voice¡ªnot my own.Not the System''s message.


    Not the growling of the Paradox Hound.


    No. This was something far more ancient, far more powerful than any of them.


    A voice beyond existence.


    Beyond the System.


    Beyond the Paradox Hound.


    Beyond anything I had ever encountered since my time as a singularity.


    A power I could neither comprehend nor even begin to imagine.


    And then¡ªeverything changed.


    The abyss, once devoid of stars, planets, and celestial bodies, wiped clean by the Hound''s attacks, was suddenly alive again.


    Glowing, burning stars.


    Revolving planets.


    Asteroids drifting in silent, endless orbits.


    I had no eyes, yet I could feel it¡ªthe entire cosmic landscape had shifted.


    And before I could even comprehend what had happened, I was already too close to a celestial mass¡ªabsorbing it, pulling it into my core.


    Everything had changed.


    The System''s gaze was gone.


    The Paradox Hound had vanished.


    The relentless pursuit that had threatened my very existence was¡­ stopped.


    But whatever entity had done this¡ªI did not know.


    Yet there was no time to dwell on it.


    I had already suffered too many hits from the Paradox Hound, and more pressing than that was the thing that had lodged itself deep within my event horizon.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    The fragment of the Nova Reaper.


    It had been dragged into my singularity¡­ yet it refused to be crushed. It would not disintegrate or assimilate into me.


    This was not pain.


    No¡ªthis was something far worse.


    Fear.


    My core trembled¡ªfluctuating, unstable. The pressure from within was mounting, a presence that refused to dissolve, resisting my very being.


    Something was wrong.


    I could feel my structure warping, my singularity quivering on the edge of collapse. If I did not act now, I would lose control completely. I had very little time to stabilize myself. And that time had already been cut short by the Hound''s relentless attacks.


    I could not wait for any outside help.


    So, I tried to break it.


    Tried to dissolve it into my being.


    But¡ª


    The fragment remained inside me.


    It did not break under my pull.


    It did not dissolve into my being.


    It rejected me.


    I pulled harder¡ªbut it was not something to be consumed.


    Then, I understood.


    I could not devour this power.


    It was not just energy or mass. It was authority. A force tied to something far greater than any reality.


    If I tried to take it in, it would unmake me before I could unmake it.


    No matter how hard I tried, every attempt led to a dead end.


    But then, I had an idea¡ªa bizarre one at that.


    And for that idea to work¡ªI needed power.


    More power.


    Much more.


    My event horizon was diminished, fractured beyond repair, and the core inside me was disintegrating. If I wanted to survive¡ªif I wanted to rebuild what had been lost¡ªI needed something vast. Something colossal.


    And I found it.


    A star.


    Not a small one. Not the remnants of a broken celestial body.


    A colossal, living star, burning with enough mass to reignite my existence.


    I reached for it, expanding my gravity, pulling¡ª


    And the moment I did, I realized my mistake.


    I was too small.


    Instead of dragging it toward me, I felt the opposite¡ªI was being pulled in.


    The star''s gravity fought back, releasing waves of violent energy that burned through my pull.


    I strained, trying to contain it, trying to stabilize my own pull¡ª


    But I was losing.


    Instead of consuming the star, I felt myself unraveling further, my singularity distorting even more under the sheer force pressing against me.


    This wasn''t like before.


    This was something I was not yet ready to take.


    But I had no other choice.

 The Last Resort—II

    Something was wrong.


    I had buried the thought, forcing it beneath the chaos of the Hound''s relentless attacks and the ever-present gaze of the System. Yet, no matter how much I ignored it, the truth remained¡ªan unshakable realization that I was merely delaying the inevitable.


    The Fragment.


    The fragment of the Nova Reaper remained inside me¡ªan intruder that refused to be claimed.


    It had not dissolved, nor had it broken or bent.


    It rejected me.


    I pulled harder. But nothing changed. My hunger, my force¡ªeverything that defined my existence¡ªhad been denied.


    And as it rejected me¡ªsomething inside me began to break.


    I had never questioned it before¡ªnever even considered the possibility of failure


    A singularity is absolute. That is the rule.I pull. I consume. I devour.That is what I am. That is what I have always been. That is why I exist.


    But this¡­ this thing inside me does not obey.


    The realization rippled through me¡ªa distortion at the very core of my being.


    The Paradox Hound''s attacks had never truly threatened this law.


    Its conceptual negation was devastating, but it had always struck from the outside¡ªnever touching the heart of what I was.


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    But this fragment¡­ this was different.


    It was inside me. Too close.


    And the moment I recognized that truth, the cracks began to spread.


    My core trembled¡ªfluctuating, unstable. My event horizon flickered, like a flame wavering in a storm.


    I had never considered this possibility before.


    What happens if a singularity fails to devour?


    A singularity that cannot consume is nothing.


    For the first time, I felt it. The weakening of my pull.


    The fragment did not move, did not resist, did not fight¡ªit simply refused. And as it did, my existence¡ªmy law of devouring¡ªbegan to unravel.


    I had always believed in my power, my hunger. That belief had never wavered. It was what sustained me, what kept me moving forward. My gravity was law.


    But belief holds no weight when it gets shattered.


    And here it was¡ªproof that my hunger was not absolute.


    A force that resisted.


    A force that did not yield.


    A force that refused to become part of me.


    A singularity that cannot devour is not a singularity at all.


    And as that realization settled within me, my pull weakened further.


    No. No.


    I refused. I could not accept this. I would not accept this.


    This was not how I ended.


    But the cracks were already there. Spreading. Growing.


    I needed to act, to stop this before it was too late.


    I had to do something. No matter what.


    And in that moment, I sensed it¡ªa colossal force of burning fury, an inferno suspended in the abyss.


    Not a mere flicker in the void.


    Not the shattered remains of a dying world, nor the drifting corpse of a collapsed star.


    A colossal, living star, burning with enough mass to reignite my existence.


    I reached for it, expanding my gravity, and I pulled it¡ª


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 Forged in the Heart of a Star

    I had a bizarre thought.


    If I could not consume the fragment of the Nova Reaper, then perhaps I could contain it. My singularity rejected it, but what if I formed another? A secondary core¡ªone that could stabilize the rogue authority within me instead of letting it destabilize my being. A containment vessel forged from my own existence.


    And for that, I needed power.


    More power than I had ever consumed before.


    So I reached for it. A star.


    A massive, colossal behemoth burning in the abyss. Not a mere remnant of cosmic detritus, not a shattered fragment of a world long dead¡ªbut a force of nature, a cosmic furnace that had existed for eons.


    I expanded my gravity and pulled.


    The response was immediate.


    At first, I felt the familiar sensation¡ªthe steady drag of mass folding inward, drawn toward me like all things destined to be devoured. The swirling tides of plasma, the rippling currents of burning fusion, all bending toward the inevitable.


    But something was wrong.


    The pull was not as seamless as before. It resisted, twisting in ways that defied my understanding. The star did not simply fall into me¡ªit fought back.


    A ripple of force surged against my event horizon, not as an attack, but as an overwhelming counterbalance. A force just as absolute as my own.


    Then, realization struck.


    I was not pulling the star toward me.


    It was pulling me toward it.


    The star''s gravity was an overwhelming force, an unrelenting anchor in the void, a tidal wave of destruction pressing inward. Its immense core burned with incomprehensible intensity, radiating waves of deadly energy that slammed against me, distorting the fabric of my existence. This was no mere celestial body to be devoured; it was a colossus of fire and force, an unyielding titan that refused to be claimed.


    I strained, trying to counteract the pull, but the force gripping me was relentless. A singularity is absolute, but so is a star. I had underestimated its gravity, the sheer magnitude of its presence. I had miscalculated.


    I had thought myself vast, unstoppable¡ªbut this? This was a colossus.


    The star''s gravitational waves twisted my form, bending my event horizon, testing the limits of my structure. If I did nothing, I would be consumed. Not by an enemy. Not by the System. But by the very thing I had sought to control.


    The force pressing against me was relentless. My event horizon distorted, stretched to the breaking point. The crushing mass of the star didn¡¯t just resist¡ªit threatened to devour me instead. My own pull was weakening. The harder I dragged it toward me, the deeper I was pulled into its gravity well.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    This was not how I had planned it to be.


    Everything I had ever devoured¡ªeverything I had ever consumed, no matter how vast, no matter how powerful¡ªhad never overridden my gravity.


    Yet now, I was being drawn in, the star threatening to consume me instead.


    I could not survive like this. Not unless I found balance.


    I needed control.


    If I continued to pull, I would be consumed instead of consuming. If I hesitated, I would collapse.


    So I did something I had never done before.


    Instead of taking, I expelled.


    A violent surge erupted from my being¡ªnot a pull, but a release.


    Raw energy, light, and radiation¡ªan explosion of force counteracting the overwhelming gravitational collapse. I directed the energy not just outward, but precisely in the opposite direction of the star''s pull, using the very force I had taken from it to stabilize myself. This was no mere burst of energy¡ªit was controlled resistance, a calculated backlash against the unrelenting gravity threatening to consume me whole. The very energy I had drawn from the star, I forced outward, turning it into a weapon of my own. A blinding surge of energy ripped through space, faster than thought, faster than light¡ªa force strong enough to defy even a star¡¯s pull.


    The sheer force of my release sent beams of concentrated power cascading into the void, a luminous jet blasting outward at nearly the speed of light. The opposing energy forced an equilibrium, allowing me to counteract the collapse, ensuring that my pull no longer spiraled into uncontrollable descent. The energy ripped through the fabric of space, forcing back the inexorable grasp of the star''s mass. For the first time, I pushed back.


    The crushing weight against my core lessened. The balance shifted. The relentless pull that had nearly destroyed me was now an opposing force, stabilizing my existence, holding me at the threshold between annihilation and control.


    And now, with stability restored, I could do what I was meant to do.


    I consumed.


    The star''s burning burning heart spiraled toward me, a supernova of mass and power pouring into my being. This was no slow, measured devouring¡ªthis was survival. The swirling tides of plasma, the violent upheaval of collapsing fusion, all of it surged through me, reinforcing what had been broken, expanding my event horizon, stabilizing my fragmented core.


    But I did not let it consume me whole.


    With newfound control, I shaped the energy, guiding the process rather than surrendering to it. I forced a portion of the star''s mass into a separate form¡ªa secondary core, a nucleus outside of my primary singularity. It had no gravitational force of its own, no pull, no hunger. It was a void within the void, a vessel designed to hold what I could not claim.


    A place to contain the Nova Reaper''s fragment.


    But this star alone was not near enough.


    It had given me the foundation¡ªa small, fragile core, barely stable, barely capable of holding the foreign power. If I wanted to reinforce it, if I wanted to truly stabilize it, I needed more. Many more.


    Countless stars, entire celestial bodies¡ªall of it needed to be consumed.


    My existence had been diminished, my event horizon fractured and my core destabilized. If I wanted to restore what had been lost, I needed to devour more¡ªa lot more.


    And for this secondary core¡­ it would not be enough to simply stabilize the fragment of the Nova Reaper.


    If I wanted to contain the power of the System''s enforcers, my second core would need to be reinforced¡ªfar beyond what it was now.


    The System had thrown its forces at me¡ªforces designed not just to eliminate me, but to rewrite reality itself. The Nova Reaper, the Paradox Hound¡ªthese were not mere executioners. They were agents of absolute authority.


    Each of them had one thing in common: the ability to alter reality at different levels of authorization. The only distinction between them was how much control they had over that ability¡ªhow far they could reach, how much they could overwrite.


    And if the System sent another one after me¡­ or something stronger¡­ I needed to be ready.


    I could not afford to face the devastation of my belief almost being shattered again.


    I had almost unraveled once. I would not let it happen again.


    If I had to consume the System''s enforcers, then I would make sure I had a place to contain it.


    The second core was the first step.


    But it would not be the last.

 The First of My Kind – Part I

    I had been consuming stars and celestial bodies for what felt like an eternity.


    Galaxies drifted through the void like scattered embers, remnants of cosmic events that had long since played out. Their stars, burning with raw fusion and untamed energy, collapsed into me one after another, fueling my expansion. Each mass consumed strengthened me, reinforcing my event horizon, solidifying my secondary core¡ªthe one I had forged to contain what I could not control.


    I had grown vast. Larger than many stars. The hunger that defined me had become instinct, a force of nature that pulled everything within reach into my abyss.


    Yet, despite all I had consumed, I had never encountered another black hole.


    Not once.


    It was an odd realization. The universe should have been littered with them¡ªremnants of dying stars, singularities born from destruction. And yet, none had come into my grasp.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Perhaps that entity had placed them too far beyond my reach.


    A thought I had.


    But then, as I drifted through the abyss, my senses expanding across the endless void, I finally found one.


    A black hole.


    A giant, slumbering behemoth in the darkness, devouring light and mass in a quiet, relentless hunger. It was vast¡ªperhaps even larger than me by a small margin.


    And that made it the perfect test.


    I had long since realized that consuming many stars at once gave me an immense surge of energy. But what about a single black hole? Would it offer me something different? Something greater?


    This was my chance to find out.


    I reached out, expanding my gravitational field, stretching my pull toward the distant singularity. My event horizon trembled, extending beyond its usual reach. The moment my presence touched the distant black hole, the space between us rippled, bending under the combined weight of our gravity.


    And then¡ª


    I drew it in.


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 The First of My Kind – Part II

    I reached out, expanding my gravitational field, stretching my pull toward the distant singularity. My event horizon trembled, extending beyond its usual reach. The moment my presence touched the distant black hole, the space between us rippled, bending under the combined weight of our gravity.


    And then¡ª


    I drew it in.


    . . . . .


    . . . . .


    What I expected was


    Resistance.


    Struggle.


    Conflict.


    But¡ª


    It never came.


    There was nothing at all.


    No resistance.


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    No conflict.


    A black hole of that size should have fought back, should have exerted a gravitational pull equal to or greater than my own. It should have pulled me toward it just as much as I pulled it toward me.


    But that did not happen.


    It did not fight back.


    Rather, the moment I exerted my force, the black hole did not push back, did not resist.


    It just simply moved toward me.


    Not as a rival.


    Not as a force defying me.


    But later as if surrendering.


    I could feel it being dragged in, its vast event horizon stretching, collapsing, unraveling as it succumbed to my pull effortlessly.


    And in an instant¡ª


    It was gone.


    Absorbed. Assimilated.


    Like it was nothing.


    It had not been a battle.


    No conflict of dominance.


    Just a conclusion.


    A black hole¡ªone of the strongest gravitational forces in existence¡ªhad just been devoured like a mere fragment of dust.


    I did not shatter from the impact. I did not feel a violent clash of forces.


    No shockwave followed. No disruption. Just silence.


    I had expected something more. A shift. A sign that something had changed.


    But instead, there was only the quiet certainty of what had just happened.


    I couldn''t understand it. How could something with an even greater gravitational pull than the star I had consumed before simply fold into me without resistance? No opposite force, no struggle¡ªjust assimilation.


    But I didn¡¯t have time to dwell on it. To ponder over things I had no answer for.


    Because what I gained from it was not just mass or gravity.


    Nor was it energy.


    It was something much more.


    Something vast. Something far more useful.


    Something I needed to act upon.

 Echoes of Forgotten Knowledge

    I consumed the unresisting black hole, and the shift within me began immediately.


    It was not a sudden surge, not an explosion of force, but a gradual, undeniable transformation¡ªlike the slow unfurling of something long dormant.


    The sensation was unlike anything I had experienced before. It was not just an increase in mass or a deepening of my gravitational pull. It was something more fundamental, something that reached into the core of my very being.


    For the first time, I saw things differently¡ªnot just through the hunger that had driven me, not just through the pull that had defined my existence, but through something deeper.


    It was as if a plant, deprived of water for days, left to wilt under the relentless sun, had suddenly been flooded with life-giving nourishment, revived in an instant.


    It was not power.


    Not strength.


    Not energy.


    It was something else¡ªsomething that had always been there, yet had never been acknowledged.


    It was knowledge.


    A realization settled within me, heavy as collapsed stars. This knowledge¡ªit had never been absent. It had never been beyond my reach. It had always been part of me, lingering in the depths of my existence, obscured by the hunger that had defined me since my awakening.


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    This was not something new, not an external force granted by another.


    This was mine.


    Something that had always belonged to me, yet had remained dormant¡ªa piece of my existence I had never understood, never cultivated, never allowed to grow.


    Perhaps, within the human me, the capacity for such understanding had been there, hidden beneath the distractions of mortal existence. But as a singularity, something beyond flesh and time, there was no longer anything preventing me from reaching for it.


    I had the means. I had the will.


    And now, I had the purpose.


    The realization was intoxicating.


    For the first time, my hunger was not simply the need to devour, to expand, to consume blindly.


    Now, it had direction.


    It had intent.


    I would claim what had always been mine. I would reclaim the knowledge lost to time, buried by existence itself.


    And so, my course was set.


    I would devour the universe, not for power, not for growth¡ªbut to unearth what had been abandoned.


    To restore what had been lost.


    Every black hole that existed, every collapsed singularity, would become part of me. I would strip away their secrets, unravel their mysteries, take back the fragments of understanding that had always been mine, though scattered across the fabric of existence.


    There was something hidden¡ªsomething embedded within the very fabric of the void. And I would find it.


    For too long, I had wandered, drifting, surviving. That was no longer enough. It was time to ascend.


    A single black hole had changed me.


    What would happen when I consumed them all??


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 Fragments of the Creed

    I had been drifting through the endless void. The vast expanse¡ªwhere I consumed stars, planets, entire galaxies, and black holes, one after another, indiscriminately. Their gravity collapsed into mine, their essence drawn into my abyss without resistance.


    With every black hole consumed, I gained something beyond mere mass or strength. What I gained was¡ªknowledge. Fragments of understanding¡ªinsights into something far beyond my grasp, slowly being reclaimed.


    This power had a name¡ªSingularity Creed.


    Bit by bit, I uncovered its truths¡ªglimpses of its vast nature, the sheer scale of its potential for destruction. But far too disappointingly, what I had uncovered so far was too minuscule as compared to the full depth of the Creed.


    The Creed followed no singular law. It was unbound, unrestricted¡ªbeyond a single function. It was not merely a force of consumption. It was something far more expansive, something undefined, something limitless.


    It was like reaching into the unknown, never certain of what I might pull from the abyss. Each revelation reshaped my understanding of what the Creed might be, only for another to shatter it entirely. Each time I thought I had grasped its nature, it shifted, revealing yet another layer beyond my comprehension.


    To fully understand this power¡ªto grasp its true breadth¡ªmeant to unravel the very foundation of the cosmos itself. It was that vast and incomprehensible.


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    It was beyond assessment. Beyond limits. Beyond definition.


    So, I stopped trying to define it. I ceased searching for its boundaries, ceased attempting to measure its potential. Perhaps it was beyond such things¡ªbeyond structure, beyond logic.


    Instead, my thoughts turned elsewhere.


    Questions.


    Questions that I had been thinking for far too long.


    Why had the System not found me? How had I remained hidden for this long? The System was vast, intertwined with the very fabric of existence itself, and yet it had failed to locate me.


    And more importantly¡ªwhat was the entity that had concealed me?


    Something powerful enough to cast a veil over the System itself. Something beyond even its reach.


    And yet, it had never reached out. Not even once.


    I had consumed stars, galaxies, entire singularities¡ªdevouring celestial bodies with no hesitation. And yet the entity that had interfered with the System had not reached out to me all this time, not once.


    Why?


    Had there been a drawback? A consequence of sorts?


    I did not know.


    But what I did know was this¡ªthe System would not remain oblivious to my location forever.


    It was nothing short of a miracle that it had failed to locate me for so long. But that luck would not last.


    It would find me soon.


    And I had no intention of waiting until it did.


    Too many unknowns. Too many questions left unanswered.


    Only one certainty remained¡ªI had to consume.


    And I had to do it fast.


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 Meet Again

    The hunger had changed. It was no longer the same mindless pull, no longer just the need to consume. It had evolved.


    I had evolved.


    Black holes collapsed into me one after another, their singularities unraveling as they were devoured. But what I gained was no longer just mass, no longer just gravity. The Singularity Creed pulsed at the core of my being, each consumption peeling away another fragment of something greater¡ªan understanding I had yet to fully grasp.


    And then, engulfing a black hole, I saw it.


    A realization, vast and incomprehensible, surged into my awareness like a supernova breaking across the void. The universe¡ªthis universe¡ªwasn''t alone. There were others. Endless others. An infinite expanse stretching beyond anything I had ever known.


    That entity had hidden me in one of them.


    A veil had been cast, separating me from the System''s grasp. I had always assumed I was lost in the vastness of space, beyond detection. But no¡ªI had been removed entirely. Placed in a whole other universe. A precaution so absolute that it defied even the System''s omnipresent gaze.


    And yet, it had found me.


    It wasn''t an alarm. No warning pulses. No execution order lighting up across the void. Just a shift. A subtle, almost imperceptible disturbance across the very fabric of space-time. The weight of something watching. Calculating.


    The System had noticed.


    I extended my awareness outward, stretching beyond the remnants of the black holes I had consumed. The realization was immediate, undeniable. The sheer number of singularities vanishing in such a short time had left a scar across this universe¡ªone the System could not ignore.


    I had been hidden well, but my own actions had betrayed me.


    And then, the pressure in the void shifted.


    I knew what was coming even before it arrived.


    The Paradox Hound.


    Its presence rippled through space, twisting the very nature of existence as it came into being. It was no different from before¡ªformless yet defined, a creature flickering between states of existence. Its body, if it could be called that, did not simply take up space. It reshaped it. Reality itself bent and adjusted to accommodate its presence, as though the world itself had waited for its arrival.


    But this time, I was not the same anomaly it had once hunted.


    I did not need to run.


    I did not need to fear.


    The Hound moved first. It did not hesitate, did not pause to assess as it had before. It knew what it had come for. Its body flickered, distorting the space between us as it lunged. Its claws tore through the abyss.


    I let it come.


    I did not recoil. I did not evade.


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    Instead, I unleashed my pull.


    Gravity surged. Space collapsed. The moment its claws touched my event horizon, I pulled. Not just at the mass, not just at the force behind its strike, but at everything it was.


    The Hound reacted instantly, twisting itself away, severing the limb before it could be consumed. The claw collapsed into me, disappearing into my second core¡ªa fragment of power that should not have been possible to take.


    I felt it.


    The shift.


    The imbalance.


    This was not just an attack. The Paradox Hound was not made of flesh, nor matter, nor even energy in the conventional sense. It was a being constructed entirely of authority¡ªof pure existence shaped by its own will. To consume it was not to take from its body, but to strip away pieces of its power.


    And now, it had lost a part of itself.


    The claw reformed instantly, seamless, as if the loss had never happened. No change in size, no alteration to its presence. But I knew better.


    It wasn''t the claw I had devoured.


    It was its power.


    And if I took too much¡­ it would cease to exist entirely.


    Seeing this, the Hound hesitated. For the first time, it hesitated. It had once been an executioner standing above me, an entity beyond my reach. But now, the balance had shifted. It had come to erase me, yet I was the one erasing it.


    Its form flickered¡ªwavering, unstable.


    The shift was slight, almost imperceptible, but I saw it.


    Doubt.


    It doubted its own authority¡ªits ability to rewrite reality itself.


    For the first time, hesitation and doubt crept into its form.


    It had always been certain. Unwavering. A being of absolute command, shaped by the System''s authority. There had never been room for doubt¡ªnever a reason to question its own existence, its own power.


    Until now.


    It faltered.


    It knew.


    Knew that if it stayed, it would lose more than just the claw. That I would strip it apart, piece by piece, until nothing remained. That it had miscalculated. That it had underestimated me.


    And so, it turned.


    It turned and¡ªit ran


    A decision made in an instant.


    A calculation¡ªthe only viable path it could take.


    It was not mindless.


    It was not a beast acting on primal instinct.


    No.


    It had recognized my absolute authority¡ªover my Creed, over the Singularity Creed itself.


    I moved to pursue, pulling space toward me, but the Hound was not like others. It was not bound by movement in the conventional sense.


    The moment it fled, it rewrote the laws around it.


    Reality twisted.


    The farther it moved from me, the less real its previous position became. Each shift was a rewriting of its existence, a reconfiguration of its place in the universe. It wasn''t just running. It was remaking itself into something further away.


    It had only stayed within my range before because my own Creed had prevented it from slipping too far. But now that it was fleeing, it could exert that authority freely.


    Before, it couldn''t do so because the authority of my Creed disabled it from coming too close. But now that it was running, it could rewrite the laws governing its own movement, Bending the very fabric of space as it fled. And the farther it ran from me, the more freely it could exert its authority over reality itself.


    And so, it started erasing and creating rules¡ªrewriting over and over, changing the very coordinates of its existence to push itself farther and farther away from me.


    It was escaping.


    If I let this moment slip¡ªif it escaped my range¡ªit would vanish into another universe entirely


    It wouldn''t stop there.


    Because I knew¡ªthe System adapted. It always adapted.


    If the Hound escaped now, it wouldn''t return the same.


    It would come back stronger.


    It would come back ready.


    And then¡ª


    A shift in space.


    It was interfering with space itself, denying me the very void I consumed to move¡ªpushing its authority to the absolute limit.


    A last, desperate act.


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 A Creed Not My Own

    The paradox hound, sensing the power of my creed, concluded that it would not be able to defeat me with the limited power it held over its authority¡ªand so, it withdrew.


    It began rewriting the laws of the universe to create as much distance from me as possible. The farther it went, the more power it could exert over the universe, the more laws it could manipulate to extend the gap between us. Once it gained enough distance, it would traverse into another universe, reshaping the laws between the two universes in the process.


    Then, I would have no chance of ever catching it. And if that were to happen, it would return stronger than before¡ªmore dominant, more prepared, knowing what to expect. It would adapt.


    And so, I pursued it. But then¡ªsomething strange happened.


    The void, which I had always used to propel myself forward by pulling and discharging in the opposite direction of my ascent, resisted. It began resisting¡ªjust slightly¡ªbut that was all the hound needed to make its escape successful.


    I did not know¡ªwas this part of the hound¡¯s power? The ability to make even the void itself resist me? Had it discovered how I moved through the void? I did not know.


    Or perhaps... I did.


    The hound had the ability to adapt, much like the System itself¡ªhow it analyzed my anomaly, sent different beings with varying authority levels to test me, and then acted upon the results. Perhaps, just like the System, the hound had deciphered the nature of my movement through the void.


    I did not know.


    But then¡ªsomething happened.


    Something that made me certain the hound had figured it out, that it was the one responsible for making the void resist me¡ªto slow me down, to hinder my pursuit.


    Just before it was about to leave the range of my creed¡ªjust before it could teleport between universes¡ªit looked back. A final glance. A reassessment, as if ensuring that when it returned, it would come back stronger.


    Then, it phased in and out of a black hole ahead of it, bypassing it entirely¡ªas if it didn¡¯t exist.


    And just as it was about to vanish beyond my reach¡ªit happened.


    The singularity it had just ignored began pulling on it. It latched onto the very essence of the hound¡ªa being of concept and authority¡ªand refused to let go.


    The hound, baffled by this phenomenon, hesitated. It hadn¡¯t foreseen this. It hadn¡¯t sensed any danger from the black hole before. The anomaly that had already been irregular enough¡ªwas this yet another one? Another distortion beyond even the System¡¯s grasp?


    One anomaly had been enough to threaten beings of conceptual authority, but this? This was catastrophic.


    But the hound didn¡¯t have time to ponder. Every passing moment counted. Bit by bit, it was being drawn into this new anomaly, and speculation would bring no benefit to its escape.


    It attempted to sever the part of its authority already submerged within the black hole¡ªto detach itself before it was too late. But it had waited a fraction too long. The singularity had already consumed half of its power, and to separate now would only accelerate its inevitable downfall.


    Now, deprived of half its strength, it no longer had the power to shift universes. Adding to that, it was now within the range of my Creed¡ªthe very power it had once driven to the brink of destruction.


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    It had nowhere to run.


    All paths were cut off, severed by the very anomaly it had once sought to annihilate.


    And so, the hound gave up.


    It abandoned the idea of escape.


    Little by little, the rest of it was absorbed.


    I was already moving toward the singularity that had consumed the hound. I commanded my creed to reinforce the singularity, to prevent it from breaking apart under the strain of the hound¡¯s power. A normal black hole would have crumbled in an instant upon contact with a being of such authority¡ªan entity capable of rewriting the laws of reality.


    But this black hole... was different.


    The difference was¡ªI had shared a portion of my creed with it.


    The power I had obtained from devouring black holes all this time¡ªanother way to utilize my creed.


    I called it Creed Sharing.


    Had the black hole collapsed before fully absorbing the hound, I would have lost that part of my creed¡¯s power forever. Recovering it would mean spending more time assimilating more singularities¡ªto gain the lost insight again.


    It had been a gamble.


    A gamble I won.


    Yet, I still did not fully grasp the potential of this new application of my creed. Could I share it with something other than black holes? Perhaps stars? Celestial bodies?


    I did not know.


    Nor did I care to find out¡ªnot now.


    Even this single instance of Creed Sharing was already a heavy burden on my creed. I had no desire to push it any further.


    With the resistance from the void now gone, I moved faster. I reached the singularity that had absorbed the hound. Cracks had already begun forming along its surface, spreading through its core¡ªthe strain of holding both my creed and resisting the hound¡¯s fragments was becoming too much.


    I applied all of my creed¡¯s force to delay the inevitable collapse.


    But it was not enough.


    And so, I expanded my event horizon, drawing the cracking singularity into myself. It assimilated seamlessly.


    With it, I gained insight¡ªa sliver of my Creed¡¯s knowledge¡ªalong with the burst of energy and mass contained within it.


    Then came the fragments of the hound.


    All of them.


    And so, I took them in¡ªplacing them within my secondary core.


    But the moment it entered my core, I felt something¡­ strange.


    Not fear.


    Not disbelief, like I had when I first absorbed the Reaper.


    No.


    It was something else. Something entirely different.


    It was¡ªjoy.


    Joy unlike any I had felt before, even when wielding my creed.


    No. This was different.


    I felt joy because... it felt as if I had completed something.


    A piece of the secondary core¡ªa part of something greater.


    And what I gained from it was not merely power.


    Nor was it just joy.


    It was¡ªInsight.


    Insight, much like what I gained from assimilating black holes.


    But this was different.


    It was not insight into the Singularity Creed¡ªthe power I primarily wielded.


    It was insight into something else.


    Another creed.


    Something I now had the authority to use.


    It was¡ªThe World Creed.


    This creed was entirely different. Opposed to my own.


    And now¡ªI finally understood the level at which the hound had been playing.


    This creed did not merely rewrite laws. That was merely the extent of what the hound could do with it.


    No¡ªthis creed was the very foundation of the Multiverse itself.


    It was what fueled the universe, what ensured its structure, its symmetry¡ªwhat kept it from falling apart.


    If I had to summarize it in a single sentence¡ª


    The World Creed itself was the Universe.


    Realizing this filled me with an inexplicable joy.


    But it was short-lived.


    The Universe was not so kind as to let me wield this power freely.


    Even though I had taken this power from the System¡ªit was still not mine.


    Like the Nova Reaper. Like the Paradox Hound.


    The extent to which I could wield this creed depended on what the System allowed.


    I only had enough fuel to use The World Creed for a limited amount of time. And once that fuel ran out, I would no longer be able to wield it at a level high enough to even make it perceptible.


    To make matters worse, I had no way of replenishing it¡ªnot like the System, which could distribute its authority among countless beings. I was merely borrowing this power, a fleeting glimpse into something far greater.


    And among all these problems, the biggest was not just replenishing The World Creed.


    It was what would come after using it.


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 The Systems Checkmate

    Assimilating The World Creed inside my secondary core, I felt as if a part of a great puzzle had been completed, granting me insight into that particular Creed.


    I still did not have enough essence to wield it infinitely, but I possessed enough essence to use it for a certain amount.


    The System shared the essence of the Creed with the enforcers to allow them to use the Creed according to their authorities.


    The amount of essence that I had gotten from the Hound''s fragment was the amount of essence that the System had shared with the Hound before its death.


    So, even though I had the authority and insight of The World Creed to use it, I still won''t be able to use it because of lack of essence only provided by the System.


    And much more than that, another problem loomed¡ªthe most critical reason why I couldn''t use this newfound Creed freely.


    It was¡ªthe attachment to the Creed.


    Were I to wield the authority of this Creed at a level surpassing the authority level of my primary Creed, I would risk losing my Creed due to the attachment to this newfound Creed, resulting in me losing my Singularity Creed. It would get replaced by the World Creed.


    And most of all, right now, I was a Singularity¡ªa being that pulls and assimilates everything into itself. If I were to lose my primary Creed and attach myself to this newfound Creed due to its immense power, I would lose this vast body of mine, composed of mass and energy. I would become entirely dependent on this newfound Creed to sustain my existence, my body wholly composed of the World Creed. And if the essence of that Creed were to be severed, I would lose everything¡ªmy body, my consciousness, and my power¡ªforever.


    I rejected the idea of using this Creed for now. It was more authoritative than my Singularity Creed at this moment, but after gaining much more insight and authority over my Creed¡ªafter consuming countless black holes¡ªI might one day be able to wield the power of this Creed a few times...


    And so, I moved on, observing the aftermath of the battle with the Hound.


    The stars and celestial bodies that once existed near the place where the Hound had been engulfed¡ªwere gone.


    In its desperation to escape, the Hound had wielded its authority recklessly, trying to create an opening¡ªerasing celestial bodies over a vast distance in space.


    I was still in awe.


    Awe that I had destroyed a being of such caliber in mere moments.


    But then, a thought struck me.


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    The System must have lost a significant portion of its Creed following the Hound''s demise.


    Normally, it could simply reclaim the part of its Creed that had been shared with the Hound by re-assimilating it. But now, the Hound was gone¡ªdevoured by me. That meant the System had permanently lost a major part of its Creed, which might cause it to hesitate before attacking me again, even if only for a short while.


    For me, if I lost a part of my Creed, I could replenish it by devouring more Singularities, though it would take far longer.


    But was the same true for the System?


    Could it restore its power as well?


    I did not know.


    That was my thought.


    But I still did not know the full extent of the System''s power.


    I did not know whether this loss was enough to make the System back off. Would it provoke even greater agitation within the System? Would it retaliate with even greater force¡ªsending an even more powerful being, one capable of wielding its Creed to such an extent that it would become a reflection of the System itself?


    I did not know.


    I still did not know whether this was a significant loss to the System or merely a minor setback.


    And then, I noticed something¡ªsomething I had failed to realize ever since coming into contact with the Hound.


    I had not been able to read the System.


    When I first awakened as a Singularity, I had been able to sense the System''s thoughts¡ªas if they were meant for me, as if they were meant for everything in the Universe. But now, I had been unable to perceive the System''s will for a long time.


    Perhaps it had been this way ever since I had been teleported to another universe¡ªsince the moment I encountered the System again. I had not been able to sense its intentions. And now, in the midst of my battle with the Hound, I had lost sight of the System''s gaze for an extended period.


    The System was ingrained into the very fabric of the Universes themselves. Everything within the Universe existed within the System''s grasp. It was the sole overseer and overlord of all existence, yet it had no ego of its own. It was merely a reaction to actions¡ªa consequence of everything that transpired in the Universe.


    And now, it had adapted once more¡ªevolving to counter me as efficiently as possible.


    It had somehow found a way to prevent me from sensing its motives.


    I still did not understand why I had been able to perceive its motives as a Singularity but not as a regular human. I had not yet found an answer to that mystery, and before I could even begin searching for one, the System had already changed itself¡ªadapting to prevent me from ever sensing its motives again.


    The System adapted too fast.


    Now, I didn''t even know whether the System was still watching me.


    I didn''t know if it was already creating an Enforcer¡ªone that could wield all of its Creed without restraint.


    I had been a fool to revel in my victory over the Hound.


    Defeating the Hound had been the worst mistake I could have made.


    I should have prolonged the fight¡ªdragging it out for as long as possible so I could formulate an escape plan before delivering the final blow. But now, I was trapped. Trapped in this place, fully aware that the System was watching.


    With all my cards revealed, the System now had the perfect opportunity to eliminate me once and for all.


    I had no idea where to go.


    The entire Universe had become a prison, and I had no means of escaping it.


    This was the ultimate checkmate¡ªthe System''s final move against me.


    And if the System had planned this far ahead, then perhaps it had also taken measures to prevent that entity''s reach from extending into this place.


    I had walked straight into the ultimate maze, and now, the System was finally beginning to unfold its hand.


    This was, without a doubt, the worst mistake of both my lives.

 Newborn

    I started searching for a way out of this maze that the System had created, but it was to no avail.


    There was no escape from this universe. The reality of it dawned on me. And just when I thought it couldn¡¯t get any more hopeless¡ªthat¡¯s when it happened


    I felt a presence so immense and authoritative that even my singularity trembled under its force. For a moment, I forgot I even consumed. The universe itself seemed to halt, as if gazing upon that being.


    And then, I heard a voice.


    ??: "I commend you for the resistance you have shown until now!"


    At that moment, a white strike slashed vertically through the universe, as if it sought to cleave everything in half. It rushed toward me with terrifying speed, yet¡ªrather than destroying or erasing, it was creating.


    Wherever the strike passed, it formed a permanent pocket in the universe, ensuring nothing else was affected except for the one it had locked onto¡ªme.


    I reacted instantly.


    Drawing in the spacetime fabric, I propelled myself sideways, barely nicking past the attack by a hair¡¯s breadth. The space I had just left quickly warped and disappeared from the cosmos. Stars and planets drifted ever closer to one another¡ªcompensating for the missing pocket in the universe.


    ??: "It was because of you that I was created."


    Suddenly, it appeared beside me.


    ??: "You have my Gratitude!"


    It formed a blade from the World Creed in one hand and descended upon me. I widened my event horizon, attempting to engulf it whole¡ªbut the moment my event horizon even came close, it shattered into nothingness.


    The blade closed in on my core.


    I pulled every ounce of the spacetime fabric I could gather and hurled it toward the blade.


    ??: "Oh? You are just as I learned from the Arbiter."


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    The very spacetime itself disintegrated under its blade as it spoke.


    The Arbiter?


    I maintained my distance, calculating my next move.


    ??: "Huh? From the information it imbued within me, you were the one it was chasing¡ªuntil you destroyed its precious dog. And yet, you claim you don¡¯t know of it?"


    It fired a beam toward me, reshaping reality in its wake.


    Dog? Does it mean the Hound? Then the Arbiter must be...the System?!


    I dodged it, leaving behind yet another erased pocket in the universe.


    ??: "Correct! "


    I tried to create as much distance between us as possible with every movement.


    So I was correct. Huh? Why could it hear my thoughts?


    Suddenly, it traversed beside me¡ªand swung its massive Creed blade, slicing through a portion of my event horizon.


    I barely escaped in time, consuming the spacetime fabric and reappearing a few light-years away.


    ??:"Isn¡¯t it because you¡¯re asking the questions yourself? Don¡¯t blame me for anything you ask on your own accord! I¡¯m already doing you a favor by answering your questions! Can you please be a little more sensible?! I was just born, you know?!"


    Asking it?


    Oh! I get it now!


    me: "Baby? Who¡¯s the baby here?! I may be a Singularity now, but even I was human before this! I don¡¯t know much about babies, but I do know one thing¡ªthey¡¯re not as lethal as you the moment they¡¯re born! Don¡¯t stain their name!"


    Suddenly, it fired a lance toward me.


    The lance tore through space, racing toward me with unstoppable force.


    I quickly applied Creed Flow on the celestial objects nearby¡ªjust as I had done with the Singularity when battling the Hound.


    For a moment, I increased their gravitational pull, causing the lance to falter¡ªgiving me just enough time to devour it.


    ??: "A human? You were a human? Interesting! Even I didn''t know that. Then... this form must feel home to you."


    Its massive, many-armed form¡ªeach limb holding a weapon forged from the World Creed, with a poorly shaped yolk-like core at its center¡ªbegan to change.


    Before me now stood a humanoid figure. Two arms, two legs, a head¡ªit had taken a human form.


    me : "It doesn''t help one bit!"


    It threw multiple reality-warping lances toward me.


    ??: "It doesnt? But why? Dont I look the magnificent in this form too? Or... is something''s off with it?I know humans look just like this, though..."


    The sheer volume of the lances forced me to dodge continuously, weaving through space at high speeds.


    me: "¡®Too?¡¯ You never looked acceptable in that yolk form either! Everything¡¯s off with it!"


    P.S. Author¡¯s Note:


    Thanks for all the support! I know the story got a bit repetitive, so I¡¯m trying something new. I also plan to wrap up Book 1 soon because I¡¯m eager to start writing Book 2¡ªwhich will be even more fun than this one!


    Since this is my first book, I want to learn as much as possible from it so I can improve and write an even better Book 2.


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 The Maze Within

    Me: "''Too?'' You never looked acceptable in that yolk form either! Everything about it is wrong!"


    It was talkative. Too talkative. But why?


    The System enforcers that appeared earlier in my brief existence as a Singularity never spoke or showed anything resembling intellect. They were lifeless constructs, machines crafted solely to erase and destroy¡ªbut this being was different. It didn''t resemble those silent, merciless entities. It was too talkative to be like them, yet too naive, too impulsive, to resemble the System itself.


    The System was far-sighted and endlessly calculating. It wouldn''t waste energy transmitting idle thoughts or meaningless chatter.


    Then¡­ what exactly was this thing?


    ??: "You''re in no position to talk about appearances!"


    Its attacks intensified. A lance grazed my event horizon, shredding away at its edges. Each strike grew stronger and wider, distorting reality itself, making them increasingly difficult to evade.


    Me: "You speak boldly for a newborn. Yet you don''t even grasp the Creed you''re wielding! Pathetic."


    Its lances surged in intensity, some spanning multiple light-years, warping and rupturing the fabric of reality itself. Paradoxically, however, they also generated space in their wake, maintaining the fragile balance of the universe even as they tore it apart.


    I needed another approach.


    It was still exploring the boundaries of its own Creed¡ªstill discovering its capabilities and limitations. If I allowed it to fully grasp its power, I''d be annihilated instantly. I had to prevent it from reaching its potential.


    ??: "Creed? What nonsense. Unlike you, I was born wielding this Creed! There is nothing you can teach me¡ªnothing I cannot uncover myself!"


    Manipulating such an entity¡ªone that might rival the System itself, the very entity that governed the multiverse since time immemorial¡ªwas no small feat.


    To manipulate a being, you must first establish a shared foundation of logic¡ªan inherent common sense you can shape. You carefully reshape their reasoning, subtly shift their perception until they unconsciously accept your imposed reality.


    By the time they notice, their minds have already been molded, neatly arriving at conclusions precisely aligned with your design. They become their own jailer, imprisoning their own potential, while you merely watch from afar.


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    They become lost in a maze of their own creation.


    Me: "You think you truly understand the World Creed?"


    Then, I did something reckless. Something I never should have considered.


    But there was no other way. To win this battle, I had to become relentless. Ruthless.


    I allowed one of its reality-warping lances to approach me head-on, making no attempt to evade it. For the first time ever, I tapped into my secondary core¡ªa choice I¡¯d never have made in any other circumstance.


    The World Creed flooded through me, testing if I was worthy of its power. My event horizon shifted instantly, trembling violently as my very essence recognized the new Creed¡¯s presence. The Singularity Creed erupted furiously, trying to tear apart the invader the moment it surfaced.


    Yet I subdued it.


    The Singularity Creed fought like a wounded beast, withdrawing into the depths of my being, angrily crackling as it recoiled from the World Creed¡¯s dominance. Then, in a brilliant surge, the Creed within me shifted¡ªtransforming from pitch-black chaos, crackling with destructive energies, into a blindingly pure white radiance, as though every light in existence had emerged from within it.


    I shone brighter than ever before. The cosmos ignited in my presence.


    With absolute authority, I commanded the World Creed to erase the approaching lance completely. Drawing even deeper from my secondary core, the Creed obeyed effortlessly, overpowering the defiant Singularity Creed, mocking its resistance as if it meant nothing.


    The lance vanished entirely.


    For the second time, I felt joy¡ªtrue happiness. It felt like the universe itself adored me, recognized me, acknowledged my authority.


    Newborn froze, utterly stunned. This outcome must have been unimaginable to it¡ªimpossible even in its wildest speculations.


    But my joy wasn''t from Newborn¡¯s shock.


    My joy came from this Creed¡ªthe power I had stolen from the Hound and the Reaper, now wholly mine.


    This¡­ this was true power. To embody the World itself yet remain uniquely myself. Nothing else in existence could rival it.


    But then¡ªsomething stirred within me.


    The Singularity Creed, sensing the profound shift within my essence, surged violently, rebelling against my reckless use of the World Creed. In my euphoria, I''d unknowingly begun fracturing my very foundation¡ªthe Singularity itself.


    Quickly, I regained control, forcing the World Creed back down.


    Creeds could never coexist. It was in their nature to resist cooperation¡ªto reject harmony.


    As I suppressed the World Creed, clarity returned. It hadn''t tried to dominate me on its own. Rather, it was impossible to wield multiple Creeds simultaneously without losing sanity. Each Creed had its own will¡ªits own distinct essence¡ªand to wield one was to reshape your own identity accordingly.


    No sane being could master two conflicting Creeds equally.


    I resolved never again to wield the World Creed unless my life depended upon it¡ªa final resort, a last measure when all else had failed.


    Now stabilized, I fixed my gaze back on Newborn.


    It hesitated¡ªfor the very first time, uncertainty crept into its movements.


    Newborn: "How¡­ how do you possess that Creed? Even the Arbiter couldn''t explain how you devoured the Hound. It never indicated you had the same power as me! How is this possible?!"


    What better way to utterly defeat an enemy than to allow them to build their own stable sense of reality¡ªonly to shatter it completely, leaving them broken, defeated, and lost.