There was a ripple in the fabric of the Earth.
Not a quake. Not a storm. Something deeper.
Reality itself was syncing.
The lab was quiet now — too quiet. Everything outside the building looked... still. Frozen, like a paused frame in a simulation.
Huzaifa stood at the center of it all. His body didn't radiate energy — it commanded it. The air around him shimmered faintly, like heatwaves off metal, but this wasn't heat. It was raw presence. Reality was trying to adapt to him, struggling to keep up with the ever-evolving Infinity Code.
Behind him, MIRA floated half a foot above the ground, arms folded elegantly. Her eyes were fixed on the world beyond the lab's broken windows.
> "The Earth is adapting," she said.
"Your existence is too high for this dimension's integrity. It's... recalibrating."
Huzaifa looked around. Outside the window, the sky had gone deep violet — stars shone where clouds should be. Time was running slower, like the world was buffering.
> "How long until it breaks?" he asked.
> "Three hours, seventeen minutes. Unless you intervene."
> "Can I?"
> "You're the Sovereign. You can do anything. Even rewrite the laws of this reality to match your presence."
He exhaled slowly. The information pouring into his mind was infinite — new systems, realms, equations, histories of other universes — all updating every second, evolving alongside him.
But Earth? Earth wasn't ready.
Suddenly, a warning flickered across his inner interface.
> ⚠️ [Localized Time Fracture Detected – Sector: Pakistan / Lahore / Reality Anchor Unstable]
The Infinity Code showed him the scene directly — people panicking in slow motion as buildings distorted slightly, like reflections in rippling water. Power flickered. Internet crashed. GPS satellites glitched and began broadcasting ancient star maps instead of Earth coordinates.
> "Reality is syncing with you," MIRA said softly. "It's rewriting itself to your truth."
---
Huzaifa stepped outside the lab.
The sky above had transformed. It was night, but not like any night he remembered. Galaxies were visible with the naked eye. The Moon pulsed with energy, as if responding to his awakening. Streetlights flickered between modern designs and alien architecture, as if timelines were overlapping.
> This world is breaking — or being reborn, he thought.
Then, a sudden surge.
In the distance, he sensed it — a tear in the veil.
> ⚠️ [WARNING: Sub-System Detected Attempting Unauthorized Sync Override]
> ⚠️ [Designation: PRIME HUNTER SYSTEM – CODE 05-D3AD]
⚠️ [STATUS: REJECTED BY HOST]
A vortex of black light erupted two kilometers away, in the middle of a crowded highway. From it stepped a tall, humanoid figure cloaked in shards of corrupted code and shadow — the Hunter, a failed sub-system born from a corrupted sector of the multiverse.
It raised its hand toward the sky. A beam of dark energy shot upward, trying to anchor itself to this reality.
> "You're not welcome here," Huzaifa said aloud, voice carrying like thunder across space.
The Hunter stopped.
> "You…" it hissed. "You are the myth. The Core. The one who bound us all."
> "No," Huzaifa replied. "I'm the one who ends your cycle."
---
Time bent.
Huzaifa vanished and reappeared in front of the Hunter instantly, as if walking through frames of reality. His hand was wrapped in glowing, layered code — the Authority Seal, a manifestation of his system's control over sub-systems.
> "You have no permission to exist."
The Hunter lunged, blade of corrupted system code slashing through the air. But it never made contact.
The blade froze in place, inches from Huzaifa's throat — stopped by a single thought.
Huzaifa's voice echoed with finality:
> "Sub-System 05-D3AD: Permission revoked."
The Hunter's body shattered into cascading streams of binary and light. No scream. No explosion. Just erasure.
> [Rogue Sub-System: Deleted]
[Data Fragment Absorbed into Core System]
[Evolution: +1. Progressing to Realm Layer: Infinitus Ascendant]
[Auto-Adaptation: Earth-Level Integrity Stabilized]
The world stilled again.
Huzaifa turned his gaze toward the horizon. The stars shimmered differently now — as if even the universe was aware a new sovereign ruled over it.
> "How many more of those are left?" he asked.
> "Seventy-eight. But now they know. They'll come either to beg… or to break."
He nodded. "Let them."
---
The sky shifted again, returning to a soft blue hue. Time resumed its normal flow. Birds chirped. Sirens echoed in the distance. The world breathed, unaware of how close it had come to collapse.
But Huzaifa Ahmad — System Sovereign of Infinity — stood silently, eyes glowing like twin galaxies, already thinking beyond this world.
> "Begin constructing the Sanctuary," he said.
> [Command confirmed. Sanctuary Dimension initializing…]
And just like that, Earth became the first domain of the new cosmic hierarhy