The Great Screen dimmed into silence.
For the first time in days, the star-lit chamber inside the Universal Realm grew still. The translucent projection that had shown Matthew's every struggle flickered once, then faded. The image of the mortal boy, still fighting his fate, vanished into a field of glittering particles.
Emma brushed her hand across the floating controls, sealing the viewing window shut.
"It's time to stop watching him for a while," she said softly.
Kai frowned, the faintest trace of annoyance flickering in his golden eyes. "Why? He's just about to start mastering the weave—"
Emma turned toward him, an amused smile curling her lips. "Kai, you've been staring at that mortal for three days straight. You're starting to sound like a proud parent."
He didn't answer, though the faint flush that rose to his face betrayed him.
She chuckled, her tone light but firm. "Enough of Matthew for now. You're in the Universal Realm. It's time you started learning some things for yourself."
Kai exhaled and rose to his feet. "Fine," he muttered, "but if he gets himself killed—"
"Then he'll learn something too," Emma interrupted with mock cheer, brushing invisible dust off her robe. "Now sit."
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Kai crossed his legs in the air as Emma lifted her hand. A wave of silvery light spread through the chamber, reshaping the void into an intricate lattice of stars and symbols. The constellations twisted, bending into layers—each a translucent veil resting upon another.
"Do you know what a dimensional plane really is?" Emma asked.
Kai tilted his head. "Another world… maybe a realm separated by barriers?"
Emma smiled faintly and snapped her fingers. The layered veils became a spiral staircase of starlight, rising infinitely into darkness.
"That's the surface definition," she said. "But in truth, a dimensional plane is a level of reality. Think of existence as a staircase that never ends. Each step is a plane—some broad, some narrow. The higher you climb, the less those below can understand you."
Her words carried weight. The stars hummed faintly, echoing her tone.
"The planes of existence," she continued, "are the scaffolding of all that is. The third dimension—the one most mortal beings live in—is where matter, time, and energy operate as immutable laws. Everything you've seen so far, even the most powerful Sovereigns or Universal entities, exist only here."
Kai blinked. "Even those at the Universal Realm?"
Emma nodded. "Yes. They may bend space, collapse stars, even forge galaxies—but they are still three-dimensional beings. To those beyond, they're no different from insects."
With a graceful motion, she lifted both hands. Threads of pure light spiraled upward, stacking upon one another until they formed a radiant stairway vanishing into infinity.
"Not all higher-dimensional entities are born from a law or a plane," she said. "Some ascend naturally, others climb step by step—piercing the veil into higher dimensions. Only a rare few ever make it beyond the third."
Kai's curiosity deepened. "What about those planes that I read about in comic and web novels I read about back on earth about? The Heavenly Realms, the Chaos Planes, Astral plane, all those names from stories?"
Emma's lips quirked in faint amusement. "Those are just glorified zones of the third dimension—mid- or high-tier layers at best. Mortals give them titles and divine status because they can't perceive the limits of their own plane."
Her tone softened. "Even universes—yes, entire universes—are merely grand structures inside the third dimension. Most exaverses (massive clusters of megaverses and some traverse)—remain bound here too. They may be Boundless ,yes well to 3rd dimensional creatures,
She flicked her wrist, and the image shifted again. Whole universes swirled like fireflies in glass, merging into colossal webs of light. Each glimmer pulsed within a flat, invisible boundary—a reminder that even the endless could be contained.
"Only some exceptional xenoverses also known as main realities hold traces of true higher dimensions," Emma said. "In those rare places, beings may touch the fourth or fifth plane, sometimes by nature, sometimes through systems unique to those planes."
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The Hierarchy of Existence
Kai frowned thoughtfully. "And what about the ones without that hierarchy? The planes where people just get stronger through will or talent and cultivation?"
Emma regarded him with quiet approval. "Then they grow in complexity of existence. Their essence becomes denser, their will stronger—but they still remain within their plane. They can never truly surpass the ceiling."
She paused, then added gently, "You are different. You were already creating structures beyond the third dimension when you were still mortal."
The starlight shifted again. Nine radiant orbs appeared around Kai—his nine dimensional worlds inside the Origin Universe—each glowing with a distinct hue.
"These are yours," Emma said softly. "They still exist in the third dimension, but they've reached its absolute peak, brushing the threshold of the fourth. They're evolving."
Her gaze turned reverent. "And your first planet—the Origin Plane—already surpasses the rest. If every other world in your universe joined forces against it, the Origin Plane would only need a fraction of its power—perhaps twenty percent—to annihilate them all, and that without even calling upon the Progenitors of the 9 supreme races of the origin plane."
Kai stared at the vision, awed by the scale. He hadn't realized how far the Origin Plane had already gone.
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Emma's expression grew solemn. "Let me show you something."
She spread her hands wide. The stars bent inward, twisting space until geometry itself broke. Shapes folded through themselves; light curved in impossible directions. What formed was no longer a sphere or a spiral—but something Kai's mind struggled to process.
"This," she whispered, "is a fourth-dimensional construct."
Colors without names bled into one another. Time stuttered. Every blink showed the structure from an angle that couldn't exist.
"To beings here," Emma said, "time is a thread they can tie or cut. Space folds like cloth. Even thoughts have form. To them, a universe like yours is no more than a single particle."
Kai's breath hitched. The vastness humbled him—and yet, excitement shivered down his spine.
"The higher planes—fourth, fifth, sixth, and beyond—don't just change the rules," Emma continued. "They erase them. Power within a plane doesn't equal freedom from it. You could master the third dimension and still be bound to it. Only by stepping beyond do you truly transcend."
Her eyes met his, calm yet piercing. "You may be one of the few capable of doing that."
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The Rant of a Cosmic Teacher
For a long moment, silence reigned. Then Emma sighed and waved her hand. The fourth-dimensional image dissolved, leaving only a dim glow between them.
"Next lesson," she said lightly, "we'll discuss hyperverses or existential domains. But before that, let's address something simpler: multiverses and timelines."
Kai chuckled softly. "Simpler?"
She rolled her eyes. "Simpler for me."
Tiny spheres appeared before them—each one pulsing faintly, connected by invisible filaments. "Most universes belong or are ancored to a cluster, forming what mortals call a multiverse in different shapes and sizes. But some are different. Some stand alone—sole universes, or as three-dimensional fools like to say, 'Origin Universes.'"
Her tone shifted from teacherly to openly irritated.
"Don't confuse those with your Origin Universe," she said, crossing her arms. "Those idiotic third-dimensional beings call them that because they think the word 'Origin' sounds cool. They don't even understand what it means!"
Kai smirked at her rare outburst. Emma huffed and continued.
"In such sole universes, when a powerful being tampers with time—say, to save someone they've lost—they don't create a new universe. They create a divergent timeline. The main timeline doesn't disappear; it continues beside the branch. Every choice births another path."
Her eyes softened again. "These are not parallel universes, Kai. There is no such thing. There are only parallel frequencies."
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Parallel Frequencies
"Frequencies?" Kai asked quietly.
Emma nodded, her expression turning distant, almost reverent. "They're like planes of existence—but far, far beyond even omniverses. Imagine reality vibrating at different pitches. Each frequency is a separate layer, existing beside all others but unreachable to those below. Beings within one cannot even perceive those above."
She hesitated, then added in a whisper, "The existence of frequencies is the closest thing there is to infinity well to most. They are tiers of reality where even the laws of omniverses dissolve."
Kai's mind reeled. "So… when mortals talk about the Marvel multiverse—Avengers, Kang, all of that—"
Emma laughed softly, the sound like starlight ringing through the chamber. "Mortals don't understand. What they call 'multiverses' are just timelines. Branches. The Marvel Timeline would be the accurate term."
Kai couldn't help but laugh with her. "That actually makes sense."
When her laughter faded, silence returned—gentle and heavy. The starlight dimmed, leaving Kai seated once more within the heart of his inner universe. The constellations swirled around him, whispering in cosmic tongues.
He closed his eyes.
Third dimension. Higher planes. Xenoverses. Frequencies.
The words spiraled through his mind, painting vast shapes he could barely comprehend. He extended his senses through his universe, feeling each of the nine dimensions pulse like living hearts. Even at their peak, they were still bound to the third dimension—yet evolving, reaching.
His first creation—the Origin Plane—shone brightest of all. He could feel its pulse echoing through him like a second heartbeat, brimming with endless potential.
"So this is the scale of reality," he murmured. "And I've only seen the base of the staircase."
He smiled faintly.
From the moment his Origin Bloodline awakened, his growth had been unmatched. He'd thought nothing could challenge him anymore, that no battle would ever make his blood stir again. But now—now the very structure of existence itself beckoned.
His heart the origin plane throbbed with Origin energy, not from fear, but exhilaration.
He opened his eyes, and the cosmos reflected within them.
The threads of his universe shimmered in golden light, their edges flickering with hints of black—echoes of creation and destruction, harmony and hunger.
"One day," Kai whispered, "I'll climb that staircase. Not just to see what's above… but to build there."
The stars around him pulsed in response, a silent oath between creator and cosmos.
Emma's voice drifted faintly through the starlight, calm but distant. "Then remember, Kai… to build beyond, you must first understand the cost of existing within."
Kai nodded once.
And deep within the boundless tapestry of his Origin Universe, something ancient stirred—acknowledging the one who would dare to outgrow the very planes that defined creation.