##### Chapter 1: The Beginning
In a realm saturated with prophecy and destiny, where the very fabric of existence was woven from the threads of overused narrative devices, there arose a being so utterly, ridiculously, and undeniably potent that he made the concept of "overpowered" seem like a quaint understatement. This was Zenith, and his story was about to make every other protagonist weep with inadequacy.
Zenith wasn't born; he manifested. One moment, there was nothing, and the next, a ripple in the cosmic tapestry heralded his arrival. He was the culmination of every "chosen one" prophecy ever whispered across every multiverse, distilled into a single, unbelievably bored entity. The prophecies didn't just foretell his coming; they hyperventilated about it. They spoke of a being who would not merely defeat the ultimate evil, but would, and I quote, "boredly tap them out of existence like an annoying gnat." And the grandest prophecy of all? Zenith was destined to kill God. Not a god, mind you. The God. The capital-G, supreme being, creator of all, ultimate authority. And he'd probably do it before his morning coffee.
His first act upon manifestation was to yawn. A deep, cosmic yawn that caused three galaxies to spontaneously rearrange themselves into the shape of a thumbs-down emoji. The "ultimate evil" of this particular universe, a multiversal tyrant known as Lord Malakor, who had spent eons perfecting his diabolical plans and conquering countless dimensions, felt an inexplicable tremor of existential dread. He was in the middle of a monologue about his impending victory when Zenith's yawn reached his fortress. Malakor, mid-sentence, exploded into a shower of glitter and bad poetry. Zenith hadn't even looked in his direction. He'd just stretched.
News of Zenith's arrival, or rather, the sudden, inexplicable eradication of all established threats, spread like wildfire. Every "dark lord," every "ancient evil," every "harbinger of doom" simply... ceased to be. One warlord, renowned for his impenetrable fortress and army of a billion-plus-one-skeleton-ninjas, was found encased in a perfectly spherical block of Jell-O. Zenith had merely considered that he might want a snack.