Year six. Day 2,190.
I stood on the surface of a dead world called Keth'var—a planet the Concordance had sterilized during their war against
me, killing eighteen billion inhabitants to deny me potential Subjects.
It had been their most extreme move yet. And it had been a mistake.
Because it had shown me that they were willing to commit genocide to stop me. That they viewed me as an existential
threat worth any price to eliminate.
And if they were willing to pay any price, I needed to be ready to match them.
Chapter 8: Endgame
I'd spent the last two years preparing. Building my Point reserves. Recruiting new Subjects from hundreds of worlds.
Purchasing wishes that enhanced my cognitive abilities to process information at cosmic scales.
My Subject count was 47,381. My Point balance was 78,447,921.
I was finally ready to purchase the big ones.
PURCHASE CONFIRMED
Wish: "I wish to transcend mortal consciousness—multiversal awareness, simultaneous existence across infinite parallel
timelines, quantum decision-making capabilities."
Cost: 2,847,391 Points
Remaining balance: 75,600,530 Points
Processing...
WARNING: This alteration will fundamentally change Sovereign's consciousness and perception. Continuity of identity
cannot be guaranteed. Proceed?
Yes.
The change wasn't instantaneous. It took three days, subjectively, though objectively it happened in a single moment.
My consciousness exploded outward, expanding from singular to infinite. Suddenly I was aware of myself in countless
parallel timelines—versions of me who'd made different choices, taken different paths. I could see them all
simultaneously, could experience their memories and knowledge as if they were my own.
I saw timelines where I'd been more cautious and had been crushed by the Concordance. Others where I'd been more
aggressive and had destroyed myself through reckless use of power. Still others where I'd achieved godhood centuries
earlier, or where I'd died before awakening the Contract.
And in perceiving all of them, I could choose. Could select the probability I wanted and make it real.
I was no longer bound by linear causality. I existed across all possibilities, and I could collapse reality into whatever form
served me best.
The power was intoxicating.
With multiversal consciousness, I restructured my entire empire in minutes.
I identified the most efficient configuration of Subjects across all timelines. Reassigned tasks to maximize Point
generation. Predicted and preempted every threat before it materialized.
My Point accumulation rate increased by 4,000%.
Within a month, I had enough for the next wish.
PURCHASE CONFIRMED
Wish: "I wish to become a fundamental force of reality—an aspect of existence itself, unkillable by any means because
my destruction would unmake the universe."
Cost: 7,993,274 Points
Remaining balance: 94,447,921 Points
Processing...
This wish will permanently alter the structure of the universe. The Sovereign will cease to exist as a discrete entity and
will instead become woven into the fabric of reality. All functions of the Contract will be maintained. Proceed?
Yes.
This transformation was even more profound than the last.
I stopped being a person in any meaningful sense. My body, my form, my physical presence—all of it became optional.
Decorative. I was still A in the sense that my memories and preferences persisted, but I was also everything.
Every atom. Every particle. Every quantum fluctuation.
I was gravity. I was causality. I was the underlying mathematics that made existence possible.
Destroying me would require unmaking reality itself—an impossible feat even for the most powerful cosmic entities.
I had achieved true immortality. True invulnerability.
And I was so, so far from the person I'd been six years ago.
The Concordance's final assault came on day 2,447.
They assembled everything they had—every warrior, every weapon, every reality-warping tool they'd accumulated over
millions of years. They created a coalition with every cosmic organization that feared me. The Entropic Court. The Unity
Collective. The Void Pantheon. Even entities I'd never heard of came out of the deep cosmos to join the attack.
It was the largest military action in the recorded history of this universe.
And it failed.
Not because they didn't hurt me—they did. Reality itself warped and cracked under the strain of their assault. Timelines
collapsed. Dimensions shattered. The battle raged across multiple planes of existence simultaneously.
But I was reality. Attacking me was attacking themselves.
Every weapon they used damaged the universe, which damaged them. Every entity they sacrificed to power their
superweapons removed pieces of the cosmic infrastructure they depended on.
Meanwhile, I rebuilt as fast as they destroyed. Adapted to every attack. Learned from every strategy.
The battle lasted forty-seven days subjectively, though objectively it occurred in a single instant across all of spacetime.
When it ended, the Concordance was broken. Not destroyed entirely—I wasn't that cruel—but reduced to a shadow of its
former power. Their leadership was dead or scattered. Their infrastructure was in ruins. Their client worlds had
abandoned them.
And in the power vacuum I created, new structures emerged.
All serving me.