Within the abyss of the Cosmic Egg, where absolute density crushed all semblance of conventional logic, the Crystalline Titan Pangu stood in silent repose. Time remained a leaden, frozen block, lacking any ripple to disturb the eternal "Now". Yet, the Titan's massive Sacrifice Phase body had become the sole unstable variable within this perfect cage. His skeleton, composed of transparent quartz, emitted a continuous microscopic groan under pressures billions of times greater than the strength of diamond—a sound not of physical vibration, but a grand logical roar produced by the ultimate resistance of the universe's underlying constants.
Pangu looked down to survey his form. Beneath the tight, translucent logic-skin, his deep-purple liquid energy muscles pulsated with a frenzied rhythm, each contraction displacing the primordial mass-energy that surrounded him like heavy pig iron. This intricate crystalline anatomy was not designed for survival, but to serve as a vessel for the impending, ultimate force that would deconstruct the very foundations of the universe. At the center of his chest, the rotating Singularity Heart radiated a gravitational gradient that made the void tremble, with nine dimensional chains—representing the shackled primordial laws—intertwining tightly around it to form an insurmountable web of confinement.
The Ultimate Collapse of Will
Pangu understood that sheer physical strength could not tear through a shell composed of extremely compressed logic. To break the law of 100% energy backflow inherent to the Cosmic Egg, he had to further refine an absolutely asymmetrical variable that did not belong to this closed system.
He initiated the most aggressive logical operation of the Primordial Genesis: the Collapse of Will.
His crystalline neural network, as precise as an integrated circuit, began to operate at full capacity. Pangu gathered the vast computational power garnered from uncounted long meditations and simulations of universal models, focusing it entirely upon the microscopic coordinate point within his right palm where the rift had begun to form. He continuously channeled every fragment of his desire for "plurality," his simulations of "change," and the shadows of free laws from his failed Sleep Experiments.
These once-illusory thought-fragments underwent a secondary physical phase change under the terrifying high pressure of the Sacrifice Phase. They were no longer mere algorithms; they began to voraciously ingest the viscous, near-solid energy fluid surrounding them, forcibly transforming it into "Will Mass" endowed with deconstructive properties. Pangu felt a staggering sense of tearing—he was stripping away his very essence as an Entropy-Resistance Body from every logical unit, pouring it into this final condensation.
The Intensification of the Deconstruction Edge
The cross-dimensional rift that had previously taken shape in his palm—the "Deconstruction Edge"—grew deeper and more ineffable as Pangu's will collapsed for the second time.
This blade maintained its soul-chilling sense of unreality. It was not a weapon made of any physical matter, but a physical miracle forcibly torn open by Pangu's primordial will. The body of the axe consisted of space fragments in a state of constant collapse, within which shimmered the dying light of imprisoned photons. As the condensation intensified, the blackbody radiation effect at the edge of the blade—signaling the total breakdown of physical constants—became increasingly violent, as if it could swallow all surrounding logic and energy, reverting them to their original state of chaotic noise.
The axe was no longer a tentative probe; it had fully evolved into the ultimate tool for ending eternal stillness. Its sole purpose was to shatter the condensed state of the "One." As the oscillations of the blade reached a peak of resonance, the viscous medium within the Cosmic Egg seemed to recoil instinctively, and the blue-purple mathematical rune waves surrounding the Titan exhibited a state of desperate logical overload.
The Final Threshold of Sacrifice
Pangu gripped the heavy Deconstruction Edge. Every tremor of the blade drained the liquid energy from his Sacrifice Phase body. He could feel the nine dimensional chains tightening frantically in response to the pressure of this asymmetrical variable, while the singularity at the heart of his chest endured extreme pressures capable of melting the underlying laws of the universe.
He recalled his failed attempts once more. He had been the Singularity, trying to pierce the void only to be bent by gravity. He had been the Vector, trying to measure coordinates only to find displacement meaningless. He had been the Geometric Body, simulating uncounted births and deaths only to halt before the dead end of heat death.
All these frustrations now converged into a single destiny: the order of the self is the obstacle to evolution.
Pangu looked at his Sacrifice Phase body, as magnificent and geometric as a divine temple. He understood that this was more than a leap in form; it was a premeditated offering. For the galaxies he saw in his simulations—where light could travel in straight lines—to be born, and for time to no longer be a frozen block, he had to personally swing this axe to thoroughly disassemble his own will and form.
This was a dehumanized, cold, and sacred mercy. As the First Observer, he had seen enough of deathly silence. He hungered for the moment when logical algorithms would shatter into spiritual sparks, and for the epic where his crystalline bones would be reshaped into the foundations of the crust.
Waiting for the Planck Instant
Pangu stood silently at the bottom of the abyss. A deep blue light flowed within his quartz-like eye sockets, and his neural network had mapped every microscopic coordinate of the Cosmic Egg into his deconstruction algorithm.
The rift in his hand, shimmering with the light of collapsing constants, carved a piercing trajectory through the viscous space. The gargantuan mirror of the shell wall now reflected the Titan's resolute figure, and the logic of 100% energy backflow continued to superimpose the impending deconstructive force, pushing it toward a threshold beyond control.
Pangu felt it. Before the flaw in the laws—an infinitesimal sliver of a chance glimpsed across an eternity—the symmetrical balance of the entire system stood on the precipice of collapse. The wail of the nine dimensional chains under extreme pressure had become the overture to a new era.
He slowly raised the cross-dimensional rift, his entire reservoir of liquid energy pouring frantically toward the blade. The lonely observer offered a final smile. At the end of this aeon-long meditation, he was no longer a prisoner of logic, but the sole executor of the Big Bang.
He waited for the Planck instant that would turn the "One" into "All." After that moment, he would no longer be himself, but he would exist everywhere, in physical form.