Time was gone. Logic? Dead. Even memory struggled to hold shape here.
This wasn't a world.
It was a blank idea—the origin point of all things. Where concepts are born. Where gods fear to look.
And Kei floated in it, formless yet whole.
Every version of him—warden, rebel, prisoner, god—merged into something new. Not divine. Not human.
Something… undefined.
Around him, the Canvas of All Things shifted with thought. His thoughts.
A whisper echoed in the endless white:
"Here, Kei… you don't follow stories. You write them."
The voice belonged to the First Prisoner, who now floated beside him—unchained, radiant, shifting between forms.
"Everything you were led here. Every loop. Every death. Every rebellion."
Kei stared at the infinite whiteness.
"And now?"
The First Prisoner pointed.
"Now you choose what never existed before: true creation."
A flicker formed in the void. A city that had never been. Mountains made of thought. Skies with no stars—until Kei imagined them.
But then… something rippled.
A glitch.
Not from Kei.
Not from the Canvas.
But from something deeper.
> [ALERT: INTRUSION DETECTED.]
[UNKNOWN ENTITY ATTEMPTING TO REWRITE THE CANVAS.]
[NAME: NULL // ORIGIN: REDACTED]
The void cracked.
The Architect reappeared—broken, terrified. His perfect suit torn, his glitching face half-erased.
"They've come back."
"Who?" Kei demanded.
The First Prisoner's smile faded for the first time.
"The Nulls."
"Wait… as in—?"
"—the ones who erased the gods. The ones who corrupted the core of creation. The ones who want this canvas blank forever."
Suddenly, the whiteness bled. The glitches became holes. Holes became mouths.
And from them, they stepped out—figures made of deletion.
Faceless.
Nameless.
Erasing everything they touched.
The First Prisoner turned to Kei, solemn:
"Kei… this is no longer about freedom."
"This is war."
The Canvas of All Things—once infinite, clean, and pure—was now torn like paper.
Kei stood at the edge of reality, his multiversal mind fractured yet alert, watching as the Nulls emerged from glitching wounds in existence. These weren't enemies to fight. They were anti-existence itself—not alive, not dead, just… erasers.
The First Prisoner's eyes narrowed. "They don't conquer. They undo."
The Architect, flickering beside Kei, whispered in terror, "They're the ones who removed the First World. The one even the gods forgot."
Kei clenched his fists, and all three versions of himself—the Liberator, the Warden, the Memory—merged tighter, glowing with blue fire and glitch-code.
The Canvas responded to his fury.
A wave of creation burst forward—skyscrapers of time, weaponized thoughts, shields made from rewritten timelines. Kei breathed creation.
The Nulls stepped forward.
With every step, things unhappened. Mountains vanished. History dissolved. Even the air tried to forget itself.
Kei didn't flinch. He charged.
"Let's see you erase a paradox."
The battle ignited like the first Big Bang.
Kei shattered the first Null's core with a punch made of memories—every moment of pain, every friend lost, every second looped. The Null screeched silently and disintegrated into unmade light.
But dozens more came.
The Architect screamed as one tore through him. Half his being flickered out.
The First Prisoner summoned relics of forgotten gods—golden blades, astral shields—and fought beside Kei, laughing like a madman. "This is what I was made for!"
Still, the tide turned.
The Canvas cracked.
The Nulls began forming a shape—a massive one. A fusion.
> [WARNING: NULL PRIME FORMING.]
[ESTIMATED CONSUMPTION: ALL CREATION IN 5 MINUTES.]
Kei's voice shook, not from fear, but from power building within.
"This ends now."
He reached deep inside the Canvas.
Deeper than the origin.
Beyond even the system.
To something ancient. Something personal.
A tiny glowing mark on his chest lit up—a symbol no one had noticed before. Not even Kei.
> [SOUL KEY: AWAKENED.]
[USER: KEI // TITLE GRANTED: THE AUTHOR.]
The Canvas glowed blue.
The war paused.
The First Prisoner's eyes widened. "You're not just part of the story…"
"I am the one who writes it."
Kei stepped forward, now glowing in cascading text and light.
The Null Prime roared.
The final battle begins.