Aeon lived on the planet Earto.
His main purpose was to collect Supereons by fighting beings from dimensions lower or higher than him.
But lately, no threat had appeared.
On this planet, time moved in simple cycles of day and night. Aeon decided he would hunt for Supereons at night, when only he and his opponent would be present at the spot. That way, no one would see him consuming the beings he defeated.
Tonight, he decided to fight a third-dimensional species to gain Supereons for himself.
He already knew something important: third-dimensional beings never had more than 150 to 750 Supereons, depending on how many days they had lived on this f**king planet.
He soon found one.
A third-dimensional being was walking alone down the street, heading back to the place he called home.
Aeon slipped into his mind and read it.
His name was Samayaditya, but others called him Sam.
Aeon followed him silently through the way back to his home. As soon as Sam walked near the building, Aeon called out his name:
"Sa-ma-yadi-taya."
Sam stopped.
He turned and looked straight into Aeon's eyes.
In that moment, Aeon saw all his possibilities at a single point—the decisions from his past, and the decisions that could change his future. At once, he could see the conversation they were going to have already existing among those possibilities.
Aeon began:
Aeon: "I guess you have an account of 250 Supereons."
Sam: "What the hell are you talking about? And how do you know my name?!"
Aeon: "Oh, so I was right."
Sam: "You pronounced my name wrong. It's Samayaditya, not Sa-ma-yadi-taya.
And just answer my question—how do you know my name?!
And what bullshit were you talking about, 250 Supereons?!"
Aeon: "You don't know what Supereons are, and yet you choose to live in this world?!"
Sam: "Yes, I mean—what is that?!
And why are you trying to escape my question? How do you know my name?!"
Aeon: "I see it on your ID card from the corporation you work in…
You fool. You don't even realize you're wearing an ID card and still asking someone, 'How do you know my name?'"
Sam: "My bad. But what in the hell out of this world is called Supereons?"
Aeon: "Nothing I would like to explain.
I mean, I won't waste time telling it all to you.
I will just have to consume you to gain what I need."
Sam: "Consume me? But wai—"
Before Sam could finish his sentence, time tightened around them.
To Sam, the air suddenly felt heavier, as if the night itself was pressing down on his chest. The distant sounds of the city faded, muffled, as though someone had turned the volume of reality down.
Aeon's expression did not change.
He slowly raised his hand and summoned the Timepusskatar.
It did not appear with a dramatic flash. It was simply there, in his grip—a weapon that did not shine with light, but with distortion, as if a slice of reality had been bent into the shape of a blade.
Sam's eyes widened.
Sam: "W-wait—what is that?!"
Aeon didn't answer.
With a smooth motion, he cut through the fabric of time itself.
The air in front of Sam split open into a thin, trembling line—a small cut in time. It wasn't fire or light; it was like looking at a crack in existence, where nothing made sense.
Sam felt something pull at him.
His body lurched forward, not because he moved, but because time moved him.
Sam: "Stop! What are you—!?"
Aeon stepped in close, his voice calm, almost bored.
Aeon: "You're worth 250 Supereons.
That's all I need from you."
Sam tried to resist, but his movements were useless. The cut in time was not a door he could choose to enter; it was a decision already made.
Aeon grabbed him and threw his body into the temporal cut.
The moment Sam's body touched the rift, it vanished—erased from the current flow of time and tossed into that small, sealed wound in the timeline.
But something remained.
His consciousness.
His Supereons, the currency of his lived time.
They did not fall with the body. They stayed, suspended in front of Aeon like an invisible, dense presence. To normal eyes there would be nothing, but to Aeon, it was clear: a cluster of time-value, tied to a fading human existence.
Aeon sealed the cut with his fifth-dimensional powers.
The crack in time closed as if it had never been there.
No body. No blood. No trace.
Only the echo of a life, priced at 250 Supereons.
Aeon reached out—not with his hand, but with his dimensional control—and consumed Sam's remaining existence.
The Supereons flowed into him.
For a moment, all of Sam's memories crashed through Aeon's mind:
A childhood on Earto.
The weight of expectations.
The same walk home, repeated thousands of times.
The quiet worries about his family.
The tiny hopes for a better future.
And then—nothing.
Aeon let the memories fall away, refusing to hold onto any of it. The Supereons stayed. Sam did not.
He stood alone again.
Aeon: "You don't taste like I thought…"
Thoughts surfaced in his mind, uninvited:
Is this even a victory?
He didn't even know about Supereons, and I consumed him while he was thinking about his family.
I could do nothing for that. His future was really good if I didn't consume him…
It was all my choice, after all…
Aeon was not over his opponent yet.
He kept walking, lost in thought.
But wait… is it only me who knows about time gambling—the game of the God himself, Saturn?
If that's true, then it will be easy for me to collect Supereons and defeat the planet master as soon as I can and I wil—
He stopped.
Aeon: "Wait. I sense another higher-dimensional being.
I guess it's 5th-dimensional…
No, wait—it's 4th…"
Aeon quickly unfolded his form into the Fifth Dimension and vanished from the view of the species who existed in the Fourth Dimension.
The Fourth-Dimensional species had observed everything that happened between Aeon and Sam.
From 5D, Aeon now observed every past moment that had happened with that species in 4D.
Every past decision.
Every possible future decision.
Every possible occurrence.
As a fifth-dimensional being, he could see it all.
In 4D, we can just control time, Aeon thought, but we cannot see future possibilities or the decisions we took in the past. That's why I have an advantage here.
Aeon wanted to confirm whether the 4D species was truly 4D, or just pretending—folding a higher dimension into a lower form.
He checked carefully and confirmed: the being's higher-dimensional control was indeed the Fourth Dimension.
Observing him—his consciousness standing in front of Aeon in higher-dimensional space—Aeon found his name:
Eenos.
Aeon spoke telepathically.
Aeon: "Hey, Eenos…?!"
Eenos: "Wait, where is this even coming from???
And who the hell is this?
Am I going mad, or am I just listening to someone…?"
TO BE CONTINUED…