CHAPTER 17 — THE SUN, THE GOD, AND THE INVISIBLE POWER
Árman sat upon his radiant throne, the golden light of his Divine Dimension bathing his young but cosmic body.
The universe he created shimmered in perfect harmony—dragons sleeping on floating mountains, elves singing beneath crystalline waterfalls, celestial beasts roaming peacefully.
But Árman wasn't thinking about any of that.
He was thinking about power.
Not to conquer.
Not to rule anyone.
Not to dominate Earth or the universe.
He wanted power for the sake of power.
Power because it felt good.
Power because it belonged to him.
Power because he enjoyed the thrill of unlocking the impossible.
He swung his legs gently over the throne edge—still a five-year-old boy in body, a cosmic force in reality.
He whispered:
"System… buy every invisibility skill."
The system reacted instantly.
DING!
[PURCHASE COMPLETE: Perfect Invisibility]
[PURCHASE COMPLETE: Stealth Cloak]
[PURCHASE COMPLETE: Shadow Veil]
[PURCHASE COMPLETE: Divine Concealment]
[PURCHASE COMPLETE: Existential Erasure Presence]
[PURCHASE COMPLETE: Dimensional Phasing Invisibility]
[PURCHASE COMPLETE: Meta-Physical Silence]
Dozens more.
Every invisibility skill from every world, every fiction, every concept, every era.
His divine realm trembled slightly under the absurd number of purchases.
And then—
BZZZT!
[10,000x FOLD MULTIPLIER ACTIVE]
[ONE-CLICK MAX LEVEL ACTIVE]
[MERGE & SYNTHESIS ACTIVATED]
A golden storm erupted around him.
All invisibility skills fused, merged, harmonized into a single point of radiant cosmic energy.
Light bent.
Space folded.
Matter trembled.
Árman's body glowed blinding white.
And then—
BOOM—!
A sphere of divine light exploded from his small frame.
When the brilliance faded—
Árman was gone.
Not teleported.
Not hidden.
Completely undetectable by existence itself.
A window appeared before him:
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[NEW UNIQUE SKILL ACQUIRED]
TRUE ABSOLUTE ERASURE CONCEALMENT (UNIQUE)
Quality: Omni-Transcendent (10,000x Boosted)
Description:
A merged ultra-skill that allows the user to become invisible on every layer of existence. Works on:
Physical
Magical
Divine
Conceptual
Dimensional
Temporal
Spiritual
Cosmic
Multiversal
Narrative
Omnipresent detection systems
Effects:
User cannot be detected by any sense or ability.
User can erase their presence from reality itself.
Even gods, cosmic beings, or omniscient entities cannot notice the user unless the user allows it.
Works automatically and passively.
Can hide thoughts, aura, and even existence.
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Árman blinked once.
"Cool," he said simply, smiling like any curious child would.
But he was still not done.
Not even close.
He rose from his throne, stretching his small arms, and let his aura flare just enough to light the sky for a moment.
Then—
He flew.
Fast.
Beautifully fast.
Light bent behind him like a comet tail as he ascended through his dimension's atmosphere.
Dragons saw a streak of gold.
Elves felt a divine wind.
Celestial forests swayed in awe.
Árman blasted upward—
through clouds,
past floating islands,
above the star-dotted expanse of his divine sky—
And then he saw it.
His sun.
A massive golden star created during his divine decree, burning with holy warmth.
"Let's see what it feels like," he whispered.
He tilted forward.
And flew straight into the sun.
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INSIDE THE SUN
Flames hotter than supernovas licked his skin.
Solar plasma wrapped his body.
Magnetic storms swirled around him like serpents.
Atomic reactions burned brighter than galaxies.
Árman absorbed everything.
Energy flooded him—raw, pure, cosmic fire pouring endlessly into his cells.
His Kryptonian + Celestial + Transcendent God physiology drank the sun like water.
1 hour…
2 hours…
4 hours…
8 hours…
Time passed meaninglessly in the heart of the star.
His skin glowed molten gold.
His hair shimmered like liquid sunlight.
His eyes became crystalline suns.
His power rose.
And rose.
And kept rising.
The sun quaked around him.
When Árman finally flew out—
exploding from the surface like a golden meteor—
he wasn't the same.
His body shined brighter.
His aura weighed heavier.
His presence felt like a star compressed into the form of a child.
But he still smiled softly.
Because no matter how strong he became, he kept the same belief:
He didn't want to conquer the Earth.
He didn't want to rule the multiverse.
He didn't want to play god on the mortal side.
He just wanted to live his childhood.
Eat good food.
Play with his family.
Grow up.
Enjoy life.
The power?
That was just a hobby.
He floated peacefully above his sun, letting the warmth touch his skin like a gentle bath.
"Hmm," he hummed contently,
"I feel stronger."
And he drifted back toward his throne…
ready for the next step in his journey.