Countless beings from across dimensions, universes, and abstract frameworks gathered, their intent clear: to challenge the child who had matured into a fifteen-year-old figure. Some were celestial warriors, others apophatic entities beyond comprehension, and yet others were hypothetical constructs that existed only in possibility. All had heard of Ren Kai, the sealed omnipotent, and none could resist the urge to test him.
Ren Kai stood calmly in the center of the gathering. His human form—soft Prism-Gray hair, Lumen-White eyes, and gentle expression—betrayed no hint of the force within. Only a fraction, the tiniest sliver of his sealed essence—0.00000001% of his full power—rippled faintly around him.
The first strike came. A being whose existence alone distorted time itself lunged with impossible velocity. Reality warped, galaxies flickered, and abstract principles bent in anticipation. But Ren Kai did not move. He simply extended a finger.
In an instant, the strike dissolved. Not destroyed, not countered—simply erased from the framework of existence. The entity trembled, fading from perception. Observers in every layer—fiction, nonfiction, void, and hyperdimensional beyond—felt the impossibility of the act. Time paused briefly, space contracted and then expanded, and even supreme beings instinctively bowed.
One by one, the challengers attacked. Waves of power, storms of abstract energy, and attacks from beyond the concept of cause and effect rained upon him. And one by one, they ceased to exist or were neutralized, not with malice, but as a natural consequence of Ren Kai's presence.
Even at 0.00000001%, the tremors of his being reshaped the battlefield. Not a word, not a shout, not a movement beyond the smallest gestures—yet everything fell into alignment. Those who came with intent to harm were forced to recognize the futility of their actions.
Ren Kai's expression never changed. Benevolent, gentle, and calm, he looked upon the multitudes as though observing children at play. The waves of reality, the bending of dimensions, the collapsing and restoring of existence—all flowed around him, subtle, absolute, and unnoticed by ordinary perception.
At the end of the confrontation, the challengers remained—if they could still be called that—not defeated by force, but nullified by inevitability. None dared to attack again. None could comprehend the scale. All layers of existence, from the mundane to the abstract, acknowledged his authority.
Ren Kai lowered his hand. The fraction of his power retreated, leaving only the calm, gentle boy that everyone knew. He smiled at Aria and Liora, who watched silently from the sidelines. They did not see the full extent of what had occurred, but they felt it: a subtle reassurance that all threats, all chaos, all imbalance—even from beyond understanding—was meaningless to him.
And as always, Ren Kai remained benevolent, unshakable, and infinitely absolute, the child who existed beyond all, yet chose to care.