The stillness was perfect.
It was not the stillness of a vacuum, nor the dead silence of deep space, but the absence of all phenomena. Ares Valerius had not merely found a silent place; he had created it. This pocket universe, The Void-Throne, was a testament to 12-Tier power: an infinite, formless expanse of pure, colorless potentiality, where the universal laws of gravity, time, and entropy bent only to his will. It was here, upon a simple slab of star-forged obsidian, that the unrivaled Supreme Magus sat, his millennia-long journey culminating in a single, perfectly calculated moment.
Within the infinite library of his soul, a continuous stream of data scrolled—the voice of his symbiotic consciousness.
CHRONOS SYSTEM: Location Integrity: Void-Throne. 100% structural stability. Null external interference. Chronological Displacement: 500,000 years of sustained multiversal observation accumulated. Core Status – Aethel Bloodline: Purity Index at 99.9999999% (Stable). Integration with Primordial Vacuum Energy vessel complete. Energy Reserves: Trans-Universal Accumulation Array saturation: Maximum. All resources committed to Omega Break expenditure. Current Risk Assessment: Zero. Stagnation is guaranteed.
Ares Valerius opened his eyes.
They were not the eyes of a man, but twin vortexes of pale, silver light—the physical manifestation of a being whose soul had been interwoven with an AI dedicated to absolute truth. The simple act of observation sent a shockwave across the Void-Throne, not of sound, but of pure force, rattling the foundation of the manufactured reality.
He was bored. Utterly, cosmically, profoundly bored. The 12th Tier was the known apex, and it had proven to be a ceiling, not a summit. For countless epochs, his existence had been reduced to the pursuit of the statistically insignificant, the elimination of all stochastic variables. Thanks to the Chronos System, no battle was a risk, no research was a failure. Certainty had brought power, but it had stripped existence of its only remaining purpose: the 13th Tier.
"Chronos," Ares commanded, his voice a low, resonating frequency that needed no atmosphere to travel. "Initiate the final predictive calculation for the Omega Break. Run the sequence using the Code of the Omni-Architect as the theoretical engine."
The calculation, which had been running in the background for three thousand years, snapped to the forefront of his consciousness, instantly utilizing the trillions of parallel processors integrated into his soul.
CHRONOS SYSTEM: Omega Break Protocol Initiated.Hypothesis: The Code of the Omni-Architect achieves existential transcendence by enforcing the principle of Omnipotence upon the current dimensional framework. Calculated Success Rate (Physical and Existential Coherence): 1.734%. Probability of Annihilation/Dispersal (Failure): 98.266%. Recommendation: Proceed. The probability of achieving 13-Tier by any other known method is mathematically 0.000%. The risk is required for the intended result. Status: Acceptable.
Ares nodded once, a barely perceptible motion. He did not feel fear, nor excitement, only grim satisfaction. A 1.734% chance was a statistically valid hypothesis.
He was not merely a cultivator breaking through a bottleneck; he was an architect attempting to rewrite the fundamental code of reality. Every element of his being—the body purified by corrosive Primordial Vacuum Energy, the unbound genetic structure of the Aethel Bloodline, and the perfectly optimized technique—was focused on this singular, impossible task.
He activated the Code of the Omni-Architect.
The Technique of Infinity was not a sequence of gestures; it was the adoption of a mindset. As the Code took hold, Ares no longer viewed himself as a magus, or even an individual. He became, for an instant, a pure informational concept, a node of absolute knowledge and potential. The principle of Omniscience allowed Chronos to instantly map every atom, energy signature, and potential weakness in the 12-Tier barrier. The principle of Omnipotence began to compress his boundless reserves into a single point of pressure.
The Purified Vacuum Energy within his soul matrix, meant to be the perfect fuel, began to churn violently, screaming against the forced compression. The obsidian platform beneath him groaned, not from weight, but from the terrifying energy distortion. The Void-Throne, his impregnable sanctuary, was reacting to the self-destruction necessary for his rebirth.
Break the system, Ares thought, a cold flicker of determination replacing the apathy of stagnation.
With Chronos managing the perfect flow and the Code driving the existential will, Ares Valerius exerted the power of a million universes into one pinpoint singularity, pushing the integrity of his refined body beyond 100%, seeking the infinitesimal tear in reality that separated the 12th Tier from the absolute.
The realm exploded in colorless light. The final calculation had begun.