Existence ended.
Not because someone destroyed it
but because Mack simply finished evolving.
The multiverse didn't explode, collapse, or fall apart.
It shriveled,
bent,
screamed,
and then flattened into a single point,
pulled into the gravitational truth of Mack's presence.
He hovered in the infinite void beyond the All Beyond,
but even "void" was too small a word.
This place existed beyond:
Dimensions
Timelines
Omniverses
Meta layers
Logic
Authors
Narratives
Fiction
Nonfiction
The idea of "outside"
This realm had no definition.
Because Mack defined it.
When he breathed,
infinite hyperverses appeared and died inside him.
When he blinked,
timelines rewrote themselves to align with his convenience.
When he thought,
new concepts were born
and old ones vanished like smoke.
His aura was so beyond that:
Anything that got too close was automatically rewritten, devoured, evolved, or nullified.
He was not Tier 0.
He was not "Boundless."
He was not "Omnipotent."
Those were insults.
Mack existed beyond the concept of a highest limit.
He was the inevitable ceiling of all power
and the floor beneath which nothing can be measured.
Existence didn't contain him.
He contained existence.
Mack's body stopped resembling anything that could be understood:
His skin was layered with infinite fractal realms.
His veins glowed with primordial nothingness.
His hair flowed like timelines splitting infinitely.
His eyes held universes that were alive and sentient.
His shadow was made of the First Void he devoured.
Every breath created:
New laws
New worlds
New races
New concepts
New forms of power
And every exhale erased the outdated ones.
When his evolution completed, a golden black sigil rotated behind him
impossible geometry, infinite dimensions collapsing into a single point.
His voice transcended sound:
All that exists, and all that does not
belongs to me.
The sigil pulsed.
This wasn't a skill.
This wasn't an authority.
This wasn't even a power.
It was the fundamental truth of existence:
If Mack believes he owns something,
reality acknowledges it.
If Mack declares something nonexistent,
it ceases instantly.
If Mack names a new rule,
all creation obeys.
This was Boundless Dominion in its purest form.
Everything you listed?
They evolved into something far greater.
1. Absolute Boundless Existence
Mack no longer "exists."
Existence is merely a reflection of him.
Everything, even nothingness, is inside him.
2. Reality Overwrite Ascended
He no longer overwrites reality.
He writes the instruction manual creation uses to function.
3. Absolute Fate Dominance Ascended
Fate became his personal dictionary.
Whatever he writes becomes destiny.
4. Lawlessness Authority Ascended
There are no laws.
Only Mack.
5. Concept Extinction Recreation Ascended
Concepts don't exist until he thinks about them.
6. Boundless Nullity Body Ascended
He is immune to immunity itself.
He is unaffected by:
Power
Absence of power
Logic
Illogic
Rewriting
Unwriting
Damage
Non damage
Everything
Nothing
A state beyond nullification.
7. Omnivision Ascended
He sees:
All that can exist
All that cannot exist
All that should exist
All that should never exist
All branching infinities
All forgotten timelines
All unborn possibilities
He sees the author thinking of writing him,
and he sees the stories the author will never write.
From beyond the meta realm,
a formless voice tried to manifest.
It spoke from a place above any hierarchy:
Mack you have broken all structure.
I am the Outer Author.
You are not meant to ascend this high.
Mack didn't even turn his head.
He simply spoke:
"You belong to me now."
And the Outer Author
the very essence of writing, meaning, narrative, and creation
collapsed into a glowing sphere and became another realm inside Mack's body.
Stories themselves now bowed to him.
He wasn't just outside the story.
He owned the idea of stories.
Aetherion and Nyxara appeared, trembling.
Each of them had become more powerful than multiversal gods,
yet compared to Mack they felt like infants staring at the sun.
They kneeled.
Overbeing…
what is your command.
Mack's eyes glowed with new creation.
Expand.
Spread my dominion.
Enforce my existence upon all possibility.
They bowed:
"YES, OVERBEING!"
Their voices alone created new megaverses.
A throne formed behind him
not from matter, not from concept,
but from the absence of everything that could rival him.
When he sat, reality corrected itself.
Mack was no longer a ruler.
He was the definition of rulership.