This time, two stars were shining together, pulsing in unison.
Ayan raised his hand, silently calling the two stars closer, and the air around him shuddered. Invisible threads trembled, and from the void before him, light began to gather slowly, unnaturally.
First came an outline.
Then another.
Two figures were taking shape.
One was a girl with hair like molten gold, cascading down her shoulders as if carved from sunlight itself. Her presence carried a sense of calm.
Beside her emerged a young man with deep red hair, sharp and vivid.
Neither of them spoke.
They simply stood there, half-formed, half-real, as though they had been pulled across layers of existence by mistake.
Ayan's breath caught.
He hadn't meant for this to happen.
"What the hell just happened?" Ayan thought.
Did I really summon these two…?
His gaze flickered between the golden-haired girl and the red-haired young man, disbelief tightening his chest.
The golden-haired girl and the red-haired young man looked at each other in silence. Confusion flickered across their faces, the same thought forming in both their minds—who is this? But how did I get here?
Before either of them could speak, their gazes shifted upward. Far above them, looming beyond any sense of scale, was a vast, blurry figure.
Indistinct. Unclear. Yet impossible to ignore
That figure… was Ayan.
Ayan was no longer the Aayan we once knew.In their presence, he had become something far greater, something beyond imagination, gazing down from an impossible height.
For a fleeting, unsettling moment, they both realized the same truth: this was a godlike entity, a being beyond comprehension.
Then the red-haired man, trembling but summoning his courage, asked, 'Sir… who are you?'
The question came from the red-haired young man. His voice was steady, but there was a clear edge of caution beneath it as he looked up at the vast, indistinct figure above him.
Ayan realized that they truly believed he was a god. For a moment, Ayan didn't answer.
Instead, he lifted his hand slightly.
Without sound or warning, the space between them shifted. Shadows stretched and folded in on themselves, solidifying into form. A simple table emerged first, dark and smooth, as if it had always existed there. Then chairs followed—one for each of them—arranged neatly, deliberately.
Only then did Ayan lean back into his seat.
Then he asked them both to take a seat.
Both of them settled into their chairs.
I'm no god or anything, Ayan thought casually. I'm human too, just like you—the only difference is that we come from different worlds.
Then, in a serene voice, Ayan said, 'You… may call me The Null.'
The golden-haired girl's eyes flickered just slightly.
Null… she thought. The name itself felt strange, as if it carried a weight beyond sound. No warmth. No life. Yet somehow, a pull, a gravity that made her chest tighten.
Beside her, the red-haired young man froze as the name echoed in his mind. A shiver raced down his spine, and for a moment, he felt the weight of it pressing down on him—how could one name hold so much power? He composed himself and adjusted his expression.
"Mr. Null, is this a divine realm of which you are the master?" the girl asked.
Null said, "Yes."His calmness carried a weight that made the air itself seem heavier.
"It's an amazing feeling, mysterious and supernatural," the girl said.
"Mr. Null, how can I become an Omniver?" the girl asked.
"Omniver… what is this? Is it some kind of title?"Ayan froze, completely clueless—he had no idea what an Omniver even meant.
Ayan paused for a moment and said, "Perhaps this person can explain the answer to you properly."
Ayan was talking about the red-haired man.
"The girl across from me speaks like Sarion Noble, while I'm at Harvard. We are very far away. How did Mr. Null manage all this? Well, what am I thinking? This is probably no big deal for Mr. Null," the red-haired man thought.
"You are from the Kingdom of Siron, aren't you?" The red-haired man said.
To become an Omniver, join the Church of the Silver Sun, the Church of the Moon, or one of the many other churches or secret orders.
To ordinary people, Omnivers are little more than a myth. The word itself is unknown, never spoken in daily life. But their absence from public knowledge does not mean they no longer exist. They still walk among the world.
Even now, far from human sight, they move in silence, confronting horrors born of darkness and protecting humanity from dangers it can neither see nor understand.
"But I don't want to lose my freedom," the golden-haired girl said.
"For that, you would need to be tied to a royal family or belong to a noble house," the red-haired man said.
"Are there no other options?" the girl asked.
"I have three complete sets of Sequence Seven potions: Ember, Seeker, and Spy," the red-haired man said.
Sequence Seven… is that some kind of power level? And what does it actually do? Ayan wondered in shock.
"The Seeker grants minor insight and extraordinary powers of perception," the red-haired man said.
Quickly, the girl said, "Yes, this is exactly what I want."
"Oh wow, they're talking about becoming superhuman… through potions?" Ayan thought.
"Yes, alright, but you'll have to pay fifteen gold caraams," the red-haired man said.
"No problem. You will get the money. Just give me an address so I can send the payment and collect the potion," the girl said.
The address is Harvard City, Street 3, "Good Boy Bar".
The girl lifted her skirt slightly and bowed her head, then said, "Mr. Null, please bear witness to our deal."
"Yes, of course," Ayan said.
"Mr. Null, will you hold this assembly again?" the girl asked, her face wearing an innocent and cute expression.
Ayan thought that even though he was enjoying the god-like feeling, he still had to go back home. To return, he would need to become powerful—and for that, he would need all these people.
Then Ayan said calmly, "Of course, every Monday at 11 at night."
After they both left, their semi-spiritual projection transformed into two stars. Then Ayan waved his hand, sending the two stars back to their original places.
Then another star shone. It was the same star that had appeared first, but Ayan couldn't understand its language.