[Intro]
Sitting on your terrace and gazing up at the sky is one of the most peaceful experiences. Under a clear night, countless stars shimmer, planets drift silently, and the universe whispers its ancient tales. But what we see is only the surface of an endless ocean.
Beyond our sight lie planetary systems — vast collections of worlds orbiting suns — and star clusters brimming with uncountable stars. These gather into galaxies, which themselves weave together to form the cosmic web, a colossal lattice of infinite galaxies. This cosmic web, in turn, resides within our universe.
And yet… nothing ends here.
Beyond the universe stretches the multiverse, an infinite assembly of universes, each with its own logic, laws, and realities. Greater still is the megaverse, containing an unknown number of multiverses. Finally, there is the omniverse — the ultimate reality: the set of all that exists and all that does not, encompassing megaverses, multiverses, universes, dimensions, dreamscapes, timelines, metaphysical planes, and even entire systems of logic. It is everything that can, cannot, will, or will never exist.
Within the omniverse, possibility and impossibility are merely choices, defined and reshaped by four forces: observers, manipulators, managers, and the creator.
Observers — beings like us: humans, animals, animate and inanimate objects, and even entire universes where energy flows in finite, natural ways. These belong to Numb Transcendence.
When an object or being can manipulate energy without limit, it becomes Post Transcendence.
When possibilities themselves are rewritten across the omniverse, that is the domain of Partial Transcendence — the managers of reality.
And when the omniverse and all transcendences themselves are brought into being, the paradoxical origin behind it all is known as Absolute Transcendence.
[Chapter -1:Centura kingdom arc, Part-2 A Precious Day]
Everything was finely decorated, and many people came to attend the luxury party. "Welcome, Pragh!" said Ameeshell Grease with her stunning smile and her hypnotic brown eyes just grab anyone's attention. " Oh! Happy birthday!! Aunt Ameeshell.Wow, you are just looking gorgeous and energetic as always." Pragh wished her in a very capitative way.
Ameeshell Grease is a gorgeous, energetic, and tall young lady who organised a birthday party on the eve of her 29th birthday. She has golden brown silky hair, and even her eyelashes are golden brown; she has shiny and glowing skin, her chest is wider, and her waist is broader. She was wearing a yellow lime coloured frock with a hat decorated with a rose on her head, and she was also wearing a necklace of gold stones on her neck, giving her an expensive look. Ameeshell was taking care of Praghav since his infancy. Praghav has no idea about his parents, so he only recognises Ameeshell as his mother and father. She earns for his good being and to provide him with all essential things and safety. Although she is so energetic and playful with Pragh but she was sometimes seen stressed after work by Pragh in the past. That's why he thought that earning as a lady is stressful for her, as he cares a lot about her.
" Thank you, " said Ameeshell. She giggled softly after that compliment. Everyone was looking happy around. "Ameeshell is rich, isn't it true? How does she earn that much?" a partly attender whispered to his friend while having a casual talk with his friend, to which the other replied, "I don't know about money, but she is truly gorgeous and I deserve a wife like her," in a desireful tone. She went on the stage and held her breath, and started speaking, "My dear friends, colleagues, family members, and everyone else present here. I am truly happy to see you all, and I am thankful to you all from the bottom of my heart. This time, I feel I have taken one step ahead in my life as I have grown. I hope you all will always support me and remain part of my life. With all these, let's cheers together." With this, she raised her right hand with a glass filled with a beverage in it and said 'cheers!', and everyone there did the same.
"Hey Pragh!Wassup?" said Matrue Zevrak. A warm, booming 'wassup!' carried across the room, all grin and welcome. "Hey Matrue, I am more than fine after seeing you!" Pragh said from the bottom of his heart. Mature is a 16-year-old boy who is the closest friend of Pragh. He is around 5ft 10 inches tall, smart, and aesthetic. His hair is red and rough, and his pupils are even red. They both graduated together and were neighbours when Pragh lived with Aunt Ameeshell.
"Looking energetic and happy as always is a great deal, Pragh!" said Matrue, and they hugged each other.
After the Starters, dance performances, singing, and speeches, finally, everyone started offering her gifts. "This is for you, Aunt Ameeshell!" said Pragh while offering his gift to Ameeshell." Oh my dear, a gift! I hope it to be cute as always," said Ameeshell, her voice wavered, soft and breaking at the edges, heavy with gratitude. The gift was packed in a golden wrap and decorated with a rose in a cuboidal box. When she opened, she was surprised and was out of words. The box has a very luxurious and expensive perfume. Her mouth stuck open, and her lips kept vibrating. "How did you get this?' she asked, astonishingly. "With my money?" he said confidently, but he was nervous. "This perfume….it has a brand name of Centura Government, did you start earning in Centura business town?" said Ameeshell with shaking breath. All of a sudden, Pragh's adrenaline increased, and he nervously said," Yes, I am!" She immediately stood and slapped him with her eyes, wide open, breathing rapidly with anger. Everyone there was in shock, and Matrue came to Pragh, covering his body to give support. "One day, Pragh had told me about his business, and nothing was wrong with it. He just wanted to reduce the burden on your head," said Matrue sincerely. Pragh lifted his hand to give Matrue the sign to stop. Eyes in shadow and soul broken form inside left the venue running away, forcing his tears to stop, but it was involuntary. Matrue chased the pragh 'hey stop' he screamed to make Pragh stop, but Pragh kept running faster. Aunt Ameeshell started being warm, and the regret of slapping him pierced her heart.
Pragh reached the riverbank and started crying, sitting on the concrete fence. "I don't know why, but it all seemed to be my mistake. I just ruined her birthday party," he muffled as he was crying. " No, that's not the truth, you helped her instead of being a problem. You gave her some space to move out of her fear as you stepped into the place she feared a lot, and you kept earning from there for one to two months." Cons tried to relax Pragh. "No, I am just a burden whose weight is increasing, drastically! This is the first time she slapped me, this is the proof." he is still stressed. "First time for you, and even first time for her. Just think what she is feeling now. Go back, it will reduce her burden." She again said firmly. "No, if I go back, I will just increase her burden!" he burst out in tears. " If that's the truth, think if you were Aunt Ameeshell and I am Pragh. Would you do the same as you think about her?" Cons said. " Then I have never slapped you!" he said in a voice full of guilt. "That's not the full truth, neither she a devil who slapped you, nor you who can't understand her. You did nothing wrong."
"Hey Pragh!" said Matrue while rushing towards him. He stopped and started panting after a kilometer run. He put his hand over Pragh's shoulder and said, " Let's go!". Pragh was upset and looking down towards the ground and said, "It's my biggest fault ever, I will never be able to face her again.". Mature with shriken eyebrows and anger said, "No, I am telling you that nobody knows her much more than you; she has never refused you any demand. She never let you feel burdened, and now you are thinking badly about her.". "No, I feel I am too weak to go back." his getting demotivated more. Mature held his breath and said, ' Ok, Ok, then never go back, but never forget also that you are only her family, and she is like your parent, a precious role of hers for you. A weak, loose precious one, so it's better to solve misunderstandings between you and her." But this time, words touched Pragh's heart. " Yes, he is right, don't let yourself lose her as a weak. Be strong to solve small issues for sustainable relations." Cons extended Matrue's words.
"Ok then, I will go back," said Pragh in a dim and nervous sound. "That's bravo! You can do it," said Matrue in a bold tone.
They reached the Ameeshell's Mansion. It was a silence that sharpened the edges of the party hall, stretching every second longer. Pragh, bowing his head down, entered the mansion. Aunt Ameeshell was standing just in front of the door. Before Pragh could say a single word, she hugged him tightly. She said with tears of regret dropping from her eyes, " Do I have the permission to make mistakes?". Although Pragh didn't understand her for a few seconds, he said with a shaking voice, "Yes, you have!". She smiled with tears flowing like a river and leaving its traces on her face, and said," Forgive me for my mistake, please.". Pragh's eyes couldn't unable to handle those words; tears from his eyes slipped down his cheeks before he could stop them, drawn out by the sweetness of words he never thought he'd hear in a moment so unexpected, and he said, "I am sorry for my disobedience.". "No, it's my fault that made you think as if you are a burden to me, but it's not the truth. I haven't taken you responsibility forcefully. I accepted you as my son with all my heart," she said in a heartfelt tone that even Matrue, Cons and everyone who present there felt the weight of her words.
She took him to her room, where she has an album. "A very old album, does it belong to you?" Pragh asked Ameeshell, and she replied 'Yes. She showed Pragh and Matrue her very old pictures of her childhood. Mature blushed seeing those pics and then said, " You are just as gorgeous and even cuter than you are now.". "Pragh, can you see him?" said Ameeshell to Pragh by showing her a man's picture whose face is gentle and calm. He is 6ft tall, handsome, and has a wide chest like a soldier. Also, his white hair, violet eyes with a yellow crescent moon-like symbol in the centre, and sharp jawline make him even more attractive.
Pragh(in curiosity): Who is he?
Ameeshell(Disappointed): He is by big brother, Amelore!
Matrue(conforming): Amelore Grease?
Ameeshell(In shaking voice): Yes, he is my brother, and I advise you Pragh, to never meet him. He is the only reason I never wanted you to go to the Business town.
Pragh(Curiosity with nervousness): But he looks calm and gentle, how can he be a threat?
Ameeshell(Terrified voice): I can't tell you more because I don't want to remember that harsh past of mine. Please understand, Pragh! And even by chance, if you encounter him, don't let him know that you can use mana.
Pragh(In guilt): Sorry again! Aunt Ameeshell for asking the unnecessary questions. I will make sure to never disfollow your guidance again. I will also stop my business.
Ameeshell( with some pride): From now you are allowed to make your own decisions; I will just guide you. And moreover, you have given me the biggest gift of my birthday that you care about me a lot. (A drop of tear fell from her eye): Thank you! For giving me such a life, and making me proud as my only son. I want you to continue your job, and it is nice to know that you have made a lot of profit in the past few months.
Matrue(In a humorous way): By the way, if you both are done, can Aunt Ameeshell tell me? At what age did she take this picture? As she is looking near me, and Pragh's age.
By listening to this, both of them burst out laughing, and even he also laughed." At 13…." she said.....
After those conversations, the party continued for a few hours, and then everyone said farewell.
Pragh and Matrue told her that they will keep coming and she said she will wait.
"Cons, you are amazing. You saved me from a big loss," said Pragh, showing gratitude to Cons while he was alone returning to his Cottage at an early night. "Most welcome, as a guide," she replied formally. He reached home and went to the basement to prepare new bottles for tomorrow's sale. He opened the basement door, and a tall man was sitting in front of the gate. There was no trace of how he got inside. The hill of glowing stones showed his royal armor, but the shadow above that hid his face partially. The atmosphere inside the basement was too cold, and the man said in his deep, slow voice, " How are Pragh?".
[Part-2 of Chapter-1 ends]