It had been a while since I was thrown into this universe, since that initial, blinding choice.
How long? I've forgotten the precise duration. But the arduous struggle of that time? That, I remember with perfect clarity.
I was no longer just Nava Terragon, the reader. As Genius Society Member #11, I had become a star—a blinding, formidable intellect in the whole cosmos—for a very long time. I lived a life measured not in years, but in Amber Eras.
I witnessed how Polka Kakamond, the dreaded Genius Society Member #4, killed other geniuses, turning the Society's competitive nature into a lethal game. I've even reluctantly helped her eliminate a particularly dangerous member whose research threatened to destabilize a crucial star system. I also witnessed the brutality of the Emperor War, and personally participated in its calculations and tactical deployment of weapons, ensuring minimum deviation from predicted outcomes.
But perhaps my greatest achievement—or my most exhausting nightmare—was stopping an Aeonic ascension.
Back then, perhaps a hundred Amber Eras or so, I had been eyeing a person named Renton. He was a galactic traveler who had lost his home planet due to the Swarm Disaster—the catastrophic path of Propagation—and his second home planet due to the Emperor War. His species, a long-living one, was notorious for being one of the few races capable of actually standing up to the initial Swarm onslaught.
Renton's hatred was just too much. Consumed by rage and loss, he personally destroyed planets after planets due to being a Pathstrider of Destruction. Due to the sheer scale and intensity of his negative emotions, I had to personally watch and observe if he would successfully ascend to Aeonhood.
Not so surprisingly, he almost did.
The moment his nascent presence began to fracture space and absorb the residual energy of shattered worlds, Polka Kakamond and I fought against the ascending Aeon of Hatred. It was a battle of pure theory against overwhelming, concentrated destructive power. Luckily, the Aeon of Elation, Aha, saw that if Renton succeeded, THEIR entire cosmic theatre of fun would be stopped almost all the time. That thought—the prospect of eternal boredom—was enough motivation for Aha to subtly intervene.
Aha helped us by suddenly granting me a temporary Emanator of Elation status. The surge of nonsensical joy and absolute chaos nearly scrambled the meticulous logic circuits Nous had installed in my mind, but it gave me the chaotic power necessary to destabilize Renton's ascension vector. So many Aeons watched the conflict unfold across the cosmic web, but the only ones who actually helped were HooH (The Equilibrium), Aha (Elation), and Akivili (Trailblaze).
We successfully stopped the ascension. Renton was reduced to dust, and the Emanator of Elation status I'd temporarily gained was immediately taken back by Aha, who had had Their fun. Thanks to already being a stable Emanator of Erudition, the abrupt shift in power didn't hurt my mind much, though the lingering scent of chaos took weeks to scrub out of my algorithms.
After that monumental event, things calmed down, reduced to the typical intellectual intrigue and lethal curiosity of the Genius Society. Some newbie members asked questions that seemed fundamental to their chosen paths. And I answered truthfully, often to my own alarm.
That girl, Ruan Mei, for instance. Genius Society Member #81, a bio-engineer obsessed with life itself. She asked me what the meaning of Propagation was. And me, who had personally fought the seemingly endless, horrific expanses of the Swarm Disaster, I knew the answer intimately.
"It's to duplicate and multiply in both the organic and inorganic sense. An infection not of disease, but of pure existence," I told her, my voice devoid of emotion, yet carrying the weight of ancient fear. "It is the principle of infinite self-replication."
After that, she retreated back into her so-called lab. I had to personally watch her, being heavily alarmed. After all, Dr. Primitive's bizarre and self-destructive monkey belief was already threatening enough. Someone wanting to willingly release the horror of the Propagation Aeon, Tayzzyronth, again was not a possibility I could ignore. The memory of endless crystalline bugs still haunts the corners of my spatial memory.
Luckily, she merely wanted to create an Aeon akin to Tayzzyronth, but under controlled conditions. That, strangely, didn't scare me at all. After all, I had once tried it myself when attempting to derive the fundamental equation of Aeonhood. The closest I got was creating a Pathstrider of a non-existing path—The Path of Transience—a being that died shortly afterwards due to the non-sustainability of its own concept. Ruan Mei's objective seemed purely theoretical.
Then came the biggest surprise: a new member named Herta.
Genius Society Member #83, and receiving the status of an Emanator from Nous was instantly acceptable because of how terrifyingly smart she is. The sheer parallel processing power she possesses is an intellectual marvel.
I personally collaborated with her on several projects. It was no surprise that she helped me build my Aeon's Messenger—a complex, layered data conduit that can be used to communicate with friendly Aeons like Lan (The Hunt), Nous (Erudition), and others. Though, calling Lan a friendly one is nothing but a severe stretch. The Hunt cares only for the destruction of the Abundance; our intellectual exchange is merely an efficient use of resources.
Now, my greatest problem, one that I've personally taken on as a hobby project, is creating a multi-galaxy orbital missile. This weapon is designed to be used in case of a terminal, absolute threat—a final solution. It can be used to completely destabilize and destroy the gravitational nexus of multiple galaxies, effectively erasing them from the map. I've already completed the complex mathematical modeling and the core energy matrix. The only unfinished part is the physical assembly, which will still take months, even with my best robotic assistants.
And when I finish it, it will be added to my collection of world-ending machinery, including:
Planetary Busters (Self-replicating asteroid weaponry), which now amount to millions, if I recall.
Solar Cannons (Star-core energy siphon weapons), which also number in the thousands.
Galaxy Cannons (Black hole stabilizers designed to create controlled singularities), currently numbering at twenty-one.
For now, my break time is used to ponder a single, recurring question: Where is Akivili?
THEY just suddenly disappeared, becoming one of the inactive Aeons alongside Idrila (Beauty), Ena (Order), Ouroboros (Voracity), Long (Permanence), and the dreaded Tayzzyronth (Propagation). The Trailblaze is the path of dynamic change and possibility. Its sudden silence represents a catastrophic shift in the cosmos.
Perhaps the answer lies in the Tree of Existence—the vast conceptual framework that defines all Aeons and their Paths.
You know what. Let's create a video about every single Aeon, just like what I saw while transmigrating. I need to document this for myself and for the future members of the Genius Society.
Let's name it... The Fables of the Divine.
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Okay I made this one just so I could stabilize myself into this story and try to find a way to make it better though that super long time skip happened so yeah just deal with it
I don't know what to write anyways next chapters is about the public reacting to fables about the divine