Saturn's voice echoed through Aeon's mind, resonating like the ticking of a billion unseen clocks.
Saturn: "Now, Aeon, listen very carefully. What I tell you will shape the rest of your existence. You have two paths before you. The first—remain as a Sixth-Dimensional being, bound within this universe, ruling over it like a sovereign for eternity. The second—step into the Omniverse itself, where you will gamble with existence, fighting higher beings across infinite dimensions for survival."
Aeon hesitated, his mind spiraling. The first path promised power without limits—within one universe. He could reign supreme, untouched by rivals, for Saturn himself had set boundaries that no creature could surpass. In such a realm, Aeon could live like a god, unmatched, eternal.
Yet the second path... the Omniverse. Unknown, infinite, dangerous. It whispered both freedom and annihilation.
Saturn: "Now it is your choice, Aeon. Decide whether to remain a king in a single world—or risk everything in the gamble of time itself."
Aeon's body trembled. His evolving mind raced with consequences he could barely comprehend. Before he could speak, Saturn's voice thundered again.
Saturn: "In this game—the Time Gambling—you must know the rules. Break them, and you will cease to exist. Hear them well."
The Laws of Time Gambling
1. No rule must ever be violated.
2. You must earn Supereons, the currency of existence, by defeating and consuming the time-flow of other Timeaseans.
3. You must never defy my direct command. Should you resist, your body will bend to my will.
4. You may not travel through two or more timelines at once. If you do, your essence will tear apart from the Time Fabric—lost forever in eternal nothingness.
5. Once you earn more Supereons than the Master of a Universe, you may request my permission to challenge him. If you win, his throne—and his power—will become yours.
Aeon's mind darkened with unease. Fear seeped through him as the vastness of Saturn's creation unfolded before his eyes.
Saturn: "Let me explain how this system truly works—how my creation pulses within the nerves of the Omniverse itself. The flow of Time runs like veins of light, branching into countless fabrics. But at its core, four primary timelines govern the balance. You will learn of them in due time. For now, know only this—the masters of each universe guard these timelines like jealous gods."
Aeon's voice shook.
Aeon: "And how am I to survive in such realms…?"
Saturn's body pulsed with radiant orbs, each orbiting him like fragments of eternity. The orbs began to spin faster, weaving threads of space and time together, warping reality itself. From this fusion, something extraordinary was born—a blade shimmering with infinite echoes.
Saturn: "This… is the Timpusskatar."
The weapon hummed, stretching reality with its very presence. Its edge seemed to cut not only through matter, but through the essence of time itself.
Saturn: "With it, you can rend the fabric of space or time separately—or both, once it reaches its ultimate potential. Its true power lies far beyond your comprehension, but for now, it shall serve as your key. In its infant form, it will only allow you to carve portals between dimensions. But that is enough—for a beginning."
He raised the blade, its energy flaring, then cast it toward Aeon. The weapon fused into his essence, as if it had always been a part of him. Aeon staggered under the weight of its power.
Saturn: "Your journey begins in a universe ruled by Brahm, the Master of Time within his dominion. Defeat his guardians, claim Supereons, and grow stronger. When you have conquered your first universe, I will return to you. Until then, Aeon—gamble wisely. For even gods can lose."
Saturn's form began to fade, dissolving into threads of light that vanished into the timeless void.
Aeon was left alone, standing with the Timpusskatar in his grasp, staring into the infinite vastness ahead. The path of time gambling....