Ren Kai stood quietly, the six-year-old sealed child, in the calm center of existence. Around him, universes whispered, abstract entities trembled, and even the foundations of reality — the invisible scaffolding of all things — quivered.
From within him, the Sword of Self materialized again, shimmering with negative luminosity and impossible geometry, its form born entirely from his being.
He lifted it slowly, two tiny fingers holding the hilt as if it were a toy.
Then, ever so gently, he swung it.
The effect was immediate.
Not just a universe trembled. Not just a timeline broke.
The outer box of space — the invisible foundation that holds all inside and outside, fiction and nonfiction, reality and imagination — cracked. It splintered like glass under an impossible weight. Waves of distortion spread outward, bending everything from metaphysical frameworks to the abstract concepts of beginnings, ends, and the void itself.
Boundless beings, apophatic entities, The Unnameable / Absolute Void Beyond Distinction, and even Alpha and Omega analogues — all trembled in awe. None dared oppose, none could comprehend.
And yet… Ren Kai did not collapse.
He remained calm. Gentle. Sealed. Six years old.
The sword's strike did not destroy recklessly, but rather revealed the impossible scale of what he was — a presence capable of unraveling everything, yet choosing not to.
He looked at the trembling multiverse, then softly spoke:
"Do not fear. I do not wield this to harm. I do not strike to destroy. I test… to understand what I am, and what I may allow."
Even the foundations of existence, now cracked, aligned subtly around him. Reality, fiction, nonfiction — all shifted slightly to accommodate him, to acknowledge his authority, to respond to the sealed Tier 0+× Beyond Boundless child without resistance.
The sword hovered, glowing faintly. It could collapse anything, from universes to metaphysical constructs, from narrative frameworks to the very essence of existence. And yet, in Ren Kai's hands, it was gentle, precise, deliberate.
Aria, still recovering from fainting and shock in previous chapters, stared wide-eyed. Even the observers beyond his world — fans, readers, hypothetical entities — could feel it. The child's presence alone was absolute, his sword alone proof that even foundations of everything obeyed him.
Ren Kai smiled faintly, still six years old, still sealed:
"Everything exists… because I allow it. Everything bends… because I permit it. And even the sword, the ultimate proof… obeys me without malice."
The sword shimmered once more, then dissolved, leaving only a faint trace of negative spirals in space, proof that Tier 0+× Beyond Boundless authority could bend, crack, and realign all existence, even in a six-year-old sealed child.