Many years had passed after the birth of the Son of the Creator, named Aster. Through those years, Aster had quite a childhood, with some moments being fun and others filled with sorrow. Aster, now 15 years old, had grown into a fine, gentle young man. His black hair cascaded down his back like a girl's, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity. He had a masculine body, and his height of 5'9" made him stand out among his peers.
As he walked to school, wearing a crisp white, long-sleeved dress shirt with a stiff collar, dark gray, fitted trousers with a thin, navy blue stripe running down the outside of each leg, a slim, silver tie with subtle, dark blue stripes, black, polished dress shoes with a subtle, silver buckle, and a navy blue blazer with the school's crest embroidered on the left chest pocket, featuring a stylized, golden eagle surrounded by intricate silver patterns, Aster looked depressed. His eyes were sad, and he didn't smile, his face emotionless.
On a narrow road, as Aster continued his journey to school, almost at his academy, a light shone brightly in front of him, enough to make him blind. Aster quickly jumped backwards, his hand ready to fight, and his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Who's there?" Aster asked calmly, his voice firm.
The light started to vanish, and Aster could see a figure standing there. As the light vanished, Aster could see the man well. It was a similar man, yet Aster didn't know him quite well. The man's eyes were closed, and his smile remained on his face. It was Angel Zephyr, wearing pure white, but he wasn't carrying any wings with him.
"Aster Theodoros, the Son of the Creator," Zephyr said gently, his voice soothing.
Aster's face remained emotionless, and he had no reaction. "How do you know my name, and what do you mean by Son of the Creator?" he replied calmly.
"I'm here to remove the seal that has prevented you from using your power and reaching your potential," Zephyr said, his smile never wavering.
Aster's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself, "This man seems to know a lot about me. But what's his purpose here?"
Aster replied calmly, "It still doesn't answer my question... What's your main purpose here, and why do you seem interested in me?"
Zephyr smiled wider, his eyes still closed. "I will answer your questions later, if you only do what I say... You aren't weak, you know."
Aster analyzed the situation and thought,
"I seem to have a sense of familiarity with him, likely due to his mannerisms and speech patterns. It's possible he's been observing me without my knowledge. For now, I'll maintain a neutral demeanor and proceed to school, potentially prompting him to reveal more."
Aster didn't say anything but walked beside Zephyr, not even looking him in the eye. Angel Zephyr's smile remained, and his eyes were usually closed as he looked at Aster.
"I see you're a cautious one, Aster," Zephyr said, his voice gentle. "That's fascinating."
Aster didn't respond, but Zephyr knew Aster's intentions and smiled a bit wider. Then, he snapped his fingers.
Angel Zephyr led Aster to a serene plot of land filled with towering trees that stretched towards the morning blue sky. The trees surrounded them, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Aster watched his surroundings, his eyes scanning the environment with a calculating gaze.
"You're fascinating, Aster. As expected of the Son of the Creator," Zephyr said, his voice gentle and measured, his eyes closed, and a smile always on his face.
Aster's expression remained calm, his emotions unreadable. "You still won't answer my questions, huh," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion.
"I will let you use less than a googolth of your power so we can have a battle, and if you win, I will answer all of your questions. But if you fail, then you will do what I say," Zephyr replied, his smile unwavering.
Aster's eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the proposal. He thought to himself, "If I win, he'll answer all my questions...But what if I lose? What will he make me do? I need to be cautious."
Aster didn't respond immediately, his mind racing with possibilities. He wondered, "What exactly does he mean by 'less than a googolth of my power'? Is that a significant amount or a negligible one?"
Zephyr snapped his fingers, and Aster felt a surge of energy coursing through his body. "You're now allowed to use less than a googolth of your power," Zephyr said, his voice calm and collected.
Aster opened and closed his fists, feeling the power coursing through his veins. "Not interested," he said finally, his voice calm and measured. "I'm not sure what will happen if you win. You said I'm using less than a googolth of my power, but to be honest, I don't even understand what that means - a googol is already an enormous number, so a fraction of it is still huge, right? That makes me think you might have a good chance of winning."
Zephyr's smile never wavered, and he replied, "Don't be concerned, I'll ensure my actions align with your preferences. Simply listen and follow my instructions. As your guardian, it's my responsibility to look out for your well-being."
Aster thought to himself, "He's finally provided an answer to my question. Engaging in a fight might prompt him to continue talking. Besides, I want to know what he wants from me. However, I anticipate that this won't be a straightforward endeavor."
"His claims of being my guardian seem rather...unlikely. Is he implying my well-being is of particular importance? Is this somehow connected to my supposed status as the Son of the Creator? Though, I must admit, I have no idea who the Creator is or what that title even means. Am I somehow connected to a royal family or something? This situation appears to be rather absurd." Aster wondered.
Aster finally sighed and said, "This is practically a test, right?"
Zephyr nodded, his smile still intact. "Exactly. "And that will help you learn how to control and understand your power."
Aster stretched out his legs and arms, and suddenly he was behind Zephyr.
Zephyr turned quickly, his eyes still closed, but his smile never wavered. Aster appeared on top of Zephyr and punched him, but Zephyr blocked the attack with his palm already on top of his head.
Aster speed was something that even time couldn't comprehend.
"I had no idea I could move that quickly. I intended to sneak up behind him, but my reaction was almost instinctual, happening before I was even consciously aware of it. Before I knew it, I was already at his back. Is this the power he was referring to?" Aster himself wondered.
"Don't let your guard down...You can do better," Zephyr said, his voice calm and collected as he was already behind Aster.
Aster tilted his head, hearing a voice from behind, his eyes locked on Zephyr's. "He's quick," he thought to himself.
Zephyr's face was usually adorned with a gentle smile, like a mask he wore with practiced ease. But when he was behind Aster, his smile didn't just remain - it widened, the corners of his mouth curling upward in a subtle, almost imperceptible way, still a closed, calculated smile, his eyes still closed. It was as if Zephyr was thinking, "Aster isn't going to defeat me easily with simple tricks.".
"You will never defeat me this way if you keep on using cheap tricks." Zephyr said, "..Let me tell you a bit about your power that is unknown to you."
Aster felt uncomfortable and unease when he saw Zephyr's face. But he didn't let that get him, and decided be calm.
Instead Aster replied full of curiosity, his voice still calm as ever "Uknown to me? What do you mean."
Zephyr's scary expression remained intact as if he was wearing a mask, "Your power is beyond comprehension in every way. It overwrites all types of reality, transcends in a way that makes it impossible for reality to understand." He said.
Aster's gaze remained locked on Zephyr, his mind reeling as the words spilled forth like a revelation.
Zephyr continued, the scary impression still on his face, "You're not just manipulating the world around you; you're rewriting the very fabric of existence. Breaking the rules that make reality even possible... You see, you're not limited by the same constraints as others. You're free to explore the infinite possibilities that lie beyond the boundaries of reality." Zephyr's tone was laced with a subtle intensity, his words dripping with an air of superiority. "The question is, will you take the leap and unlock your true potential?"
Then, Zephyr vanished from his spot behind Aster, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared far in front of him. A gentle smile adorned his face, as if the intense, calculated smile from moments before had been nothing more than Aster's imagination. The sudden change was unnerving, leaving Aster wondering if he had merely imagined the sinister undertone to Zephyr's words.
"You're free to do whatever you want in this place, don't hold back," Zephyr said with a calm, almost amused tone, "but try not to escalate things... that much." His voice trailed off slightly, the warning hanging in the air like a challenge. He finished with a soft, almost mocking tone, "Let's take it easy... Let's begin." The contrast between his words and tone added an air of unpredictability to the situation.
The concepts Zephyr described seemed unbalanced, incomprehensible, and utterly unimaginable – a maelstrom of ideas that defied logic and reason. Yet, Aster was drawn to them, his thoughts struggling to grasp the sheer scope of what Zephyr was suggesting.
Aster stood there, analyzing the situation. "I'm not going to let him manipulate me. I need to develop a counter-strategy and stay on my guard." He thought to himself.
"What's your true intention?" Aster asked calmly, his voice firm.
There was total silence. Aster felt something was truly suspicious now. "Answer me," he said calmly.
Zephyr replied calmly and gently, "Well, I'm just doing this to unlock your potential."
Aster's mind wandered. "What for? Is he truly testing my abilities for sake or for his personal gains...Either way, I want to know more about my power."
Aster then replied calmly, "Alright, if you say so."
Zephyr's expression didn't change, nor did he respond.
Aster thought, "Based on what he said earlier, I feel like he meant that I can literally do whatever by my own will, and that nothing can prevent that from happening. I'm also not limited by the same constraints as others, so I have the freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I want, huh."
Aster himself couldn't believe he knew something like that. And for some unknown reason to him, he understood, which got himself suspicious of his own power.
"I'll test my abilities firsthand, as understanding is one thing, but practical application is key," Aster thought.
"Taking a straightforward approach may not yield results, given the opponent's capabilities. I'll need to devise a strategy that leverages my powers more effectively."
Aster watched Zephyr intensely, while Zephyr's expression didn't change, but rather he also looked at Aster face-to-face.
Then, suddenly, Aster got an idea from all the intense looking. "Cracking the ground open might catch him off guard. That could be a good starting point," he thought.
With a swift motion, Aster used one of his legs and stamped on the ground. The ground opened, and the land that was there before had smashed completely. The broken pieces of ground started floating in a dark void, almost looking like they were in space, but they weren't.
But after Aster's effort, Zephyr didn't move, but was still standing at his place, as if he was standing on nothing itself. Aster wasn't surprised; his emotionless face remained unchanged.
"I figured this won't be easy already," Aster thought to himself.
Zephyr's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Oh, you won't move me at all...I'm standing on gravity itself."
"I see..." Aster thought, "Then I will just have to remove gravity...I will try doing this by will in any way."
Aster brought his hand forward, twisted his palm a little, and then the gravity Zephyr was standing on shattered into pieces. It was as if a glass had been broken, but Zephyr was still standing.
Aster's expression didn't change, but now he needed an answer.
As Aster pondered a way to break free from gravity, Zephyr's calm voice interrupted his thoughts. "I would advise against attempting to destroy gravity, at least not without a deeper understanding of your power. If you were to succeed, the consequences would likely be far-reaching, affecting not just our reality, but every reality and world, both within fiction and beyond. It's crucial to consider the potential implications of such an action."
Aster's expression remained impassive. "What exactly do you mean?"
Zephyr's response was measured. "Your power operates on a rather...unprecedented scale. If you attempt to delete gravity, the consequences would be far-reaching. The effects would likely permeate not just our reality, but the entirety of fiction and creation, both within and beyond our realm. Existence and non-existence alike would be impacted, and the very fabric of memory would be altered. Beings, gods, and even powers that rely on gravity would be affected, potentially forgetting their understanding of it altogether."
Aster's gaze didn't waver. "Are you immune to it?"
Zephyr's response was cautious. "As for myself, I'm not sure if I'd be immune to the consequences."
Aster's eyes didn't betray any emotion, but his mind was processing the implications. Zephyr continued, "The ripple effects could be catastrophic, rendering the entirety of creation unrecognizable. Your power knows no bounds. It transcends the limitations of creation, operating on a level that's both fascinating and unsettling. Nothing can contain or reverse its effects once it's set in motion. It's as if your power exists beyond the realm of causality, rendering it virtually unstoppable. So, I must caution you: proceed with extreme care, lest you inadvertently reshape the very fabric of existence."
Suddenly, Aster's eyes widened slightly, and he felt his power surging through his mind. A vast amount of knowledge and understanding flooded his consciousness. He processed the information with calculated precision, his expression unchanging.
Zephyr watched, his expression serene and unchanging. "Your progress is...noteworthy," he said, his voice measured and composed. "When I initially sealed your abilities, I took precautions to ensure that even your omniscience and omnipotence were inaccessible. But now that I've allowed you to use less than a googolth of your power, you're utilizing your Omniscience, albeit in a limited capacity, given the current constraints on your abilities."
Aster's gaze locked onto Zephyr, his mind analyzing the implications. "You've allowed me to tap into a fraction of my power," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion.
Zephyr's smile never wavered. "Indeed, Aster. Your true potential remains...untapped. The Omniscience you're experiencing now is but a mere fraction of what you could achieve if your abilities were fully unsealed."
Aster's thoughts whirled with calculated precision. "What would happen if I were to access my full potential?" he asked, his tone neutral.
Zephyr's eyes remained closed, but his smile grew slightly wider. "That, Aster, is a question for the ages. One that I'm not sure even I can fully comprehend."
The silence between them grew, and Aster's mind continued to process the vast knowledge that had been revealed to him. He stood at a crossroads, with the potential to shape the very fabric of reality. His next move would be calculated and precise.
As Aster stood there, processing the vast knowledge that had been revealed to him, he felt a sense of unease. The weight of his potential was crushing, and the implications of his powers were daunting. Zephyr's words echoed in his mind: "Your true potential remains...untapped."
"Your abilities are still developing, Aster," Zephyr said, his smile never wavering. "You're capable of so much more than you've shown so far. But with great power comes great responsibility."
Aster's eyes narrowed. "And what exactly do you plan to do with me?" he asked, his voice calm and measured.
Zephyr's expression remained serene. "As a guardian sent from your Father, the Creator, I plan to guide you, Aster. To help you unlock your potential and understand the true nature of your powers."
After hearing the word "Creator" from Zephyr, Aster asked, "Now that you mentioned it, what's my father's, also the Creator's, intentions for me? I expect an answer; otherwise, I won't back down till you tell me the truth."
Aster's voice was commanding, but Zephyr's calm demeanor didn't change. "I'll provide the information you're seeking, but first, you must agree to two conditions. If you're willing to accept them, I'll respond accordingly."
"Let me guess the first condition," Aster said, his eyes locked on Zephyr's face. "I have to allow you to tutor me on reaching my potential, right?"
Zephyr replied calmly, his expression unwavering, "That's right. And the second option is...let's have a one-on-one battle."
Aster's gaze didn't waver. He had suspected Zephyr would say something unexpected. "Really? Is it to test me?"
Zephyr's smile grew slightly wider. "Yes, but not only that. I'm doing this to check whether you have the potential to reach your Father, the Creator, or surpass him, if possible."
"If possible," Aster repeated, his voice devoid of emotion. "You're making it sound like I'm nowhere compared to my Father himself."
Zephyr's expression remained calm. "That's right. That is the main reason I'm testing you, after all."
Aster's mind whirled with calculations. He was weighing the pros and cons of accepting Zephyr's conditions. He knew that he had to be cautious, but he also knew that he had to take risks to uncover the truth.
"Alright," Aster said finally, his voice calm and measured. "Let's begin. Don't underestimate me."
Zephyr's smile never wavered. "I won't expect much from you, and that's because you're using less than a googolth of your power."
Aster's gaze locked on Zephyr's face. "That doesn't mean you have all the right to underestimate me."
In less than a Microsecond, Zephyr appeared behind Aster, and at the same time, a massive hole opened up around Aster's stomach, resembling the shape of the Earth. Zephyr's expression didn't change, but his voice was laced with a hint of amusement. "I do have all the right to underestimate you."
Aster's eyes didn't betray any emotion, but his mind was racing with calculations.
As Aster's body began to regenerate, the massive hole in his stomach started to close, and the damage was reversed. Aster's eyes remained calm and collected, his mind racing with calculations and possibilities.
"There's no blood pouring out, and isn't it a usual thing for me to feel the pains," Aster asked calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Zephyr's smile never wavered as he replied, "Isn't that obvious? You transcend physicality - simply, they don't apply to you."
Aster's expression didn't change, and he whispered, "I kinda suspected you would say that." He had expected his powers to grant him some level of immunity to physical damage.
Zephyr's eyes remained closed, his smile still intact. "Your abilities are indeed fascinating, Aster. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. After all, we have only just begun."
Without warning, Zephyr pierced Aster's back and out of the chest, saying, "Don't let your guard down." Aster's expression didn't change, but his mind was already racing with possibilities.
In an instant, Aster was behind Zephyr, his voice calm and measured. "You're too slow. I told you not to underestimate me." The Aster Zephyr had pierced earlier was nowhere to be seen, as if he had never been pierced at all.
Zephyr's gentle smile grew wider as he observed, "Your adaptability is notable. The instant I pierced your body, you seemingly altered the reality of the event. It's not that you reacted swiftly enough to avoid the consequences, but rather that you retroactively rewrote the timeline, effectively nullifying the piercing. Your ability to manipulate reality in such a manner is...impressive."
Zephyr's words conveyed a sense of admiration and intrigue, implying Aster had showcased an extraordinary ability to manipulate reality. By rewriting the timeline, Aster had essentially erased the event of being pierced, making it as if it never occurred. This reality-bending power was impressive to Zephyr, highlighting Aster's exceptional capabilities and suggesting potential for further growth and development.
Aster replied, his voice calm and collected, "Yeah, you're right. The exact moment I agreed to fight with you, I decided to try to use my power...And I can't believe it actually worked."
Zephyr listened, his smile still intact, and replied, "Wow, you actually fooled me." His words were laced with a hint of amusement, as if he had been playfully deceived.
As the battle continued, Aster's powers and abilities were put to the test. He was determined to uncover the truth about his father's intentions and his own potential. Zephyr, on the other hand, was eager to see just how far Aster could push his abilities.
Aster's eyes locked onto Zephyr, his mind racing with calculations and strategies. He knew that he had to be careful, as Zephyr's abilities seemed to be unpredictable and potentially game-changing.
"I have to atleast land a hit on him without him realizing is coming." Aster thought to himself. "And I've got the right plan to do so."
"I've decided to end this battle," Aster said, his voice calm and measured.
Zephyr replied, "I see. Bring..." But before he could continue, Aster appeared in front of Zephyr, about to land a blow on him.
Zephyr saw him, his expression didn't change, but he swiftly pierced through Aster before he could make a move. Then Aster vanished, and two of him appeared at the side of Zephyr.
Aster manipulated the fabric of reality, creating a localized distortion that allowed him to exist in multiple places at once. He essentially created a duplicate of himself, making it seem like he had vanished and reappeared in a different location.
By bending the rules of reality, Aster was able to create a temporary duplicate of himself, making it difficult for Zephyr to track him. This ability to manipulate reality allowed Aster to move unpredictably and create complex scenarios that challenged Zephyr's perceptions.
In essence, Aster's reality manipulation powers enabled him to play with the fundamental nature of existence, creating multiple versions of himself and manipulating the environment to achieve his goals.
Zephyr brought his hand and pierced through one with his hand and was about to pierce through the other Aster in the eye, but Aster caught his hand and used his other hand to punch him.
As the punch was coming, Zephyr's other hand then came flying, his hand moving faster than time itself and faster than the punch Aster was about to give him, and held Aster's hand so the punch wouldn't land on him.
Then, all of a sudden, reality broke, and everything was gone. The colors started fading away from "This entire series", and it went white. The only people left were Aster and Zephyr. Everything was now white except for Aster and Zephyr, and Aster seemed to be taken aback by this, yet remained calm.
"This is strange," Aster said. "I didn't even try to change reality, but this happened anyway... Everything is now completely white."
"I must admit, I'm impressed," Zephyr said, his voice calm and measured. "Despite using only less than a googolth of your power, the impact is still considerable. Your potential is indeed... formidable."
"Could you care to explain what you mean," Aster replied, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Your punch had a huge effect on this entire series, even though you used only a tiny fraction of your power - less than a googolth of it," Zephyr said. "It drained all the color out of it and destroyed everything except for us."
"What do you mean by 'this entire series'?" Aster asked, his curiosity piqued.
Then, all of a sudden, Aster's eyes turned white. Zephyr watched his expression, which remained the same, and he understood.
"Your Omniscience is functioning independently, beyond your conscious control," Zephyr said. "It's intriguing, really. It seems that the less you comprehend its mechanisms, the more effectively it operates. Almost as if the act of understanding would somehow... inhibit its functionality... At least that will help you know what I meant."
Aster then closed his eyes and said, "I see, now... I put a lot of strength in that punch that time, and because of that, I almost broke this entire story."
"That's right," Zephyr replied. "You now realize how overpowered you are. Come, let me teach you to control this power, or else that could bring more chaos and destruction."
Aster listened carefully, with each word that felt like carrying an unimaginable weight on his shoulders.
As Aster stood there, he couldn't help but whisper about the implications of his powers. "I have to be careful," he thought to himself. "I don't want to cause any more destruction than necessary."
Zephyr's smile never wavered as he watched Aster.
As Zephyr snapped his fingers, the colors that had been gone suddenly came back in an instant. Aster watched, unphased, as the world around him was restored to its former state.
"I've restored everything you've destroyed - all worlds, dimensions, multiverses, and everything beyond." Zephyr said, his voice calm and measured.
Aster's expression remained neutral, but a hint of curiosity flickered in his mind. "You restored everything," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion.
Zephyr's smile never wavered. "Keep in mind that what you're using now is only a tiny fraction of your power - less than a googolth, that is. The vast majority of your abilities remain untapped."
"I understand the potential," Aster replied, his voice calm and calculated. "I'd rather not cause unnecessary destruction. So, I'll let you train me. After that, I'll return to my parents, who raised me, and live my life as I see fit."
Zephyr's eyes remained closed, but his smile grew slightly wider. "Let's clarify something about your potential and what that truly means for you. You're not bound by any single concept, but rather, you have control over every concept. You're not limited by logic; instead, you govern all logic, within existence and beyond. You have the ability to manipulate anything, regardless of whether it exists or not. You're not just impervious to physical harm, but to any influence, comprehension, or interaction that could alter your state."
Aster's face remained impassive, but his mind was racing with calculations and possibilities. He was trying to understand the full extent of his powers and the implications of Zephyr's words.
"You're beyond perception in your true form," Zephyr continued. "Your name is merely an interface, a label, not your true identity. You exist on a level that surpasses fiction, narrative, and even self-awareness of those constructs. Essentially, you operate beyond the bounds of what everything and everyone typically understands... And that alone is still a mere fraction of your power."
Aster's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed Zephyr's words. He found them hard to believe, and some of the concepts were difficult to understand. "Why say this all of a sudden?" he asked, his voice calm and measured. "It's strange, you know, and hard to believe and understand."
Zephyr's smile never wavered. "Seeing your potential just makes me more eager to help you reach it," he said, his voice filled with an air of confidence.
Aster raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Zephyr's response. "Really?" he replied, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "Trust me when I say I'm determined than you are."
Zephyr's eyes remained closed, but his smile grew slightly wider. "If you say you are determined than I am..." he said, his voice calm and measured. "Follow me."
With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared in front of them. "Let's start a journey no one has taken before," Zephyr said, his voice filled with anticipation.
Aster's expression remained neutral, but a hint of excitement flickered in his mind. He held the top of his shirt and said, "Bring it on. "My Life As An Unstoppable Force" just began."
With that, Aster entered the portal first.
"That's the way I like it." Zephyr said and entered the portal.
The portal closed behind them, leaving behind a trail of mystery and anticipation, as they disappeared into the unknown.