Reality twisted politely as Karma arrived. Not that he walked, Karma didn't need to move. Karmic inertia meant the world simply adjusted to where he was already going. A cloud folded into static and became a throne. Light inverted around his silhouette. He stood, nothing existed in a place the system hadn't rendered yet, and so it rendered itself to accommodate him.
His voice didn't echo. It replaced silence. "They're forming a faction," Karma said, to no one. "How noble. How… quaint." A soft shimmer rippled through the air as though the universe paused to hear his amusement.
"ACT," he repeated with a smirk, as if savoring the acronym. "The Anti Chaotic Faction. Children building sandcastles, during a firestorm."A lesser lieutenant barely worth naming manifested beside him in a flicker of Binary Energy. His form glitched slightly just from standing too close.
"My Lord Karma," the lieutenant stammered, kneeling mid-frame, "There's… movement. The anomaly called Aoikishi has gathered others, one of them is Kaosu." Karma blinked once.
The underling vanished. Not violently, not dramatically but just, corrected. "Your presence was unbalanced," Karma said to the empty space where the messenger had been. "Reality reallocated you."
The room bent around his stillness. Walls folded like origami. Concepts restructured. A new servant appeared, but this one kept its distance, visibly trembling from residual conceptual pressure.
"Do you know the nature of power and energies?" Karma asked, seemingly to the room. Or perhaps to the code underneath it. He held out one hand. With no visible motion, an entire arena loaded into view, raw, floating code, fractal platforms, jagged energy seams splitting existence like paper.
Floating in the middle lies a model of a soldier using Glitched Energy. They twitched unnaturally, their aura stuttering. Glitched energy," It was clear he was being very subjective. Karma narrated in a disgusted tone. "Glitched energy is a tantrum thrown by dying code. Unstable and uncertain, It doesn't choose to disobey the system ; it simply cannot behave."
He snapped his fingers not audibly, but conceptually and the model collapsed into broken lines of script. Another model formed. This one radiant with Binary Energy, geometric and structured. Binary energy, the obedient one, Code that knows its place." It's the simplest branch of energy that even novices know how to control. It's peasants energy in short.
He waved that one away like smoke. Then a third projection: a fiery humanoid with a pulsing, unstable aura that bent the surrounding architecture without breaking it. "Chaotic Energy." Karma's voice warmed. The projection stood calm, not raging or glitching. It simply existed wrong — like gravity for thoughts. "It doesn't disrupt reality. It asks it politely to implode."
He walked—no, shifted—through the model without disturbing it. "Most mortals have a flicker of chaotic energy. A flash of rage, a moment of unpredictability." "Kaosu has more. Enough to bruise timelines." "But me…?" He smiled."I am 100% pure chaotic energy. No end, no entropy, no balance." "Mortals believe chaos is an accident, It's not. It's a pattern too large to see — until it's already rewritten them."
There is, however... one energy I do not possess."Karma paused, and for the first time, his voice didn't echo — it was swallowed. "Null Energy. The power of void. The concept of occupied absence."
He held out his hand, and this time, nothing appeared. Not silence, not shadow, Nothing. "Most dismiss it. A child's fantasy. Futility dressed in poetic emptiness. But they are blind. When space is vacant, it doesn't remain so. It invites occupation. That is the law of null."
"A hole in the ground does not exist without the ground acknowledging it. Remove the hole and the earth fills in. Delete a segment of space-reality and rewrite it with something."His eyes narrowed. The universe around him dimmed, not from darkness, but absence.
"Null is not destruction. Null is an invitation. A void is a question reality insists on answering, always without fail." A swirling projection appeared — not an image, but the outline of nothing displacing something. A perfect circle erasing stars around it.
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Blackholes? Child's play. Pseudo-blackholes born from Null can be infinite in size and overwrite gravity. They don't pull things in, they remove the reason those things ever resisted going."
"But even I, a being of perfect chaotic intent, have never mastered it. I've seen fragments… whispers… anomalies." The image glitched, a tiny shimmer like a forgotten memory briefly pulsed.
"Some have touched it. Not controlled, only brushed its edge. And each time... it refused to be owned. Null answers to no one. Not even to the god of chaos."He looked away, just for a second. A rare moment of stillness.
"I speak, and reality obeys. But Null... Null asks no questions. It simply replaces the space where answers belong." "It is the only thing I do not possess. And therefore… the only thing I hate."
You may think that it's regular deletion but it's not. Think about it, whenever you delete something there, is an absence of space, that space is called nothingness. Space being deleted becomes occupied with something invisible and intangible renowned as nothingness. For space to be completely usable it has to be open for anything including concepts
Those are all of the primary energies, however secondary ones can coexist. There's a misconception among mortals, they believe power is brute force. That Chaotic Energy rips through the code of reality because it's stronger, It's not stronger, It's smarter. I use chaos not because it's wild, but because it doesn't need permission. Yet, even chaos has structure. And the structure of chaos… is logic.
It doesn't explode, it doesn't corrupt, and it won't drive you insane. Instead, it will deny your right to exist… because your existence doesn't make sense. If it weren't for Aoikishi — and the obscene amount of Logical Energy stitched into his soul — none of them would have made it past the first scene. Not one.
Not even Kaosu.
Reality has filters. Logic is the gatekeeper. Without it, every absurd little rebellion they conjure would collapse into contradiction. A fire spell without oxygen. A punch without mass. A hero without reason.
Aoikishi knows this. That's why he bends the world instead of breaking it. He wraps his chaotic potential in logic — makes the system believe the impossible is simply misunderstood code. That's his real talent. Not power, Plausibility.
To become the God of Logic, you must not just overpower the current one.
You must convince logic itself that you make more sense. Axion is the current holder of that title now. He is the anthropomorphic embodiment of truth. He doesn't make errors, he is the reason errors exist, because they are not him. He doesn't speak loudly, because he doesn't have to. His words verify themselves.
Then we have Temporal Energy. Control of time. Not speed. Not slowness, Order, Initiative, Inevitability. The ability to make an outcome reach you before the cause does.
Then there's Causality Energy — the dangerous one. The ability to swap triggers. Pull a trigger in the future, fire the gun in the past, Hilarious, but fatal.
There are more. So many more.
Then there's that... thing. Dark Logical Energy. DLE. I won't explain what it is. I won't explain who holds it. Let's just say… even Axion doesn't correct it. And I don't try to control it. Some rules were written in the dark. Some rules were never meant to be read aloud. DLE belongs to those rules. There was a legend that someone with the last name of mieko would wield the power of Dark Logic, but I doubt that's true.
I use chaos. But I weaponize logic. Because without it, even I wouldn't survive my own paradoxes. Even gods need rules. The difference is… I write mine.
In a pocket of space adjacent to Karma, a battle was unfolding a faction skirmish, one of ACT's early scouts versus CT's cull squads. Whilst karma was looking in the opposite direction, the scene folded into view on its own, as if desperate to report itself to him.
He didn't move to look. Instead, space rotated the battlefield into his line of sight. "Hmm," he mused. "They resist. Adorable." He raised one hand without urgency. From his fingertips, concepts emerged, not energies, ideas, but consequences. Invisible, recursive ripples. The ACT scout struck his target then imploded from the rebound of his own effort. "All force returns multiplied," Karma said. "That's the rule." "And rules, are polite little gods."ACT Awareness
Another ripple in spacetime brought him an image of kousu . Karma's smile dimmed by a fraction. "The lost Child." He sat, or floated on the edge of nothing, eyes closed. The universe seemed to fade into complete darkness and nothingness. "Existence is a system bloated with patches, hope is a memory leak and justice is a formatting error dressed as virtue."
They think they oppose me to protect balance. But balance is a chain made of good intentions. I don't seek control, I simply refuse restraint." He paused, fingers folded,"They call it chaos, I call it uncut reality, raw, not overwritten by morality, cause, or consequence."
He opened his eyes again. The universe shivered. "Let them gather. Let them struggle toward the Terminal. Let them believe they can achieve power. They'll learn"
He stood,not with motion, but with intent. "Power isn't a prize." "Power is when the universe rewrites itself so you don't have to lift a finger." He turned slightly. A final thought spoken softly, though it reached all things. "They resist… but resistance is just prolonged correction."