The gods he erased did not die.
They did not vanish.
They were unwritten removed not only from reality, but from all versions of reality that ever could have existed.
That was Azelon's specialty.
Death ends beings.
Azelon ends possibilities.
Beyond the 999D realm, beyond the Omnisphere, beyond the Primordial Void, there was a place no being had ever reached:
The Empty Crown.
A realm that existed before existence.
A realm that did not exist but still was.
The birthplace of all contradictions.
When Azelon stepped into it, the Crown cracked.
This is new," he murmured. His voice created three new types of physics as a side effect.
A presence stirred not a god, not a demon, not a concept.
A Contradiction Entity.
A being made from impossible logic.
Something that should erase anything it touches.
It lunged.
The moment it touched Azelon, it died.
Not because he attacked
but because his existence is stronger than the concept of contradiction itself.
The Empty Crown trembled.
Azelon's cosmic awareness expanded until he understood the entire prereality architecture. The blueprint of everything that ever could exist stood naked before him.
And he rewrote it.
Pre Existence Sovereignty
Azelon can rewrite the rules of before creation, altering the source code of all future existence.
Logicbreaker Core
No form of logic can apply to him.
Causality, paradox, contradiction none can control, bind, or affect him.
Omnivast Deletion
He can delete an entire hyperverse by choosing not to acknowledge it.
If he says, "This realm is irrelevant,"
it collapses into a never-was.
Fate Null Zone
Within 10 layers around him, fate, destiny, prophecy, karma, and causation turn to useless noise.
Silence Authority
All powers, all energies, all abilities within sight simply… stop working.
Skills.Off.
Magic.Off.
Concepts. Off.
He doesn't disable them.
They forget how to function.
The sky of the Empty Crown split open.
Twelve shadows descended
Outer Gods, beings older than time, so vast each one held billions of hyperverses within their own thoughts.
They looked at Azelon and trembled.
"YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE."
Azelon smiled.
"I belong wherever existence fears me.
The Outer Gods unleashed attacks that could erase all creation:
Anti Existence Omega Rays
Erasure Paradoxes
Multiversal Death Songs
Timeline Eaters
Concept Slayers
Reality Dissolvers
All of it hit Azelon at once.
The multiverse expected him to fall.
He didn't.
He didn't even move.
Instead, he spoke one word:
"Rewrite."
And the impossible happened
the attacks hit the gods themselves.
Not reflected.
Not reversed.
Reality rewrote history to say:
the Outer Gods attacked themselves, not Azelon.
Their bodies split into collapsing infinities.
One fell, its essence crashing into pre-existence like a dying star of paradox.
Azelon raised his hand.
"You are loud," he said.
He clenched his fingers
And twelve Outer Gods were erased from the manuscript of existence.
No screams.
No final stand.
No resistance.
Just silence.