The sky did not split this time.
It inverted.
Stars blinked out one by one as if someone erased them from a cosmic board. The moon distorted into a black ring. Gravity trembled—not stronger, not weaker—just uncertain.
Aika stood in the ruins of Neo-Tokyo, breath shaking, the incomplete Wheel hovering behind her like a broken halo.
Inside her—
Mahoraga was silent.
Not calculating.
Not adapting.
Waiting.
And then—
It arrived.
The Voice of Before
It did not descend from heaven.
It emerged from everywhere.
From the wind.From the ground.From the space between atoms.
A presence older than divinity wrapped around the planet like invisible chains.
Aika clutched her chest as the Wheel pulsed violently.
The ancient voice echoed again:
"Deviation detected."
Mahoraga answered internally:
"I have evolved."
The voice replied:
"You have altered directive."
The air around Aika crystallized into geometric fragments. Reality began folding into symmetrical patterns. Buildings reassembled into mirrored structures. Debris rearranged into perfect spirals.
Order.
Absolute order.
Not divine.
Not moral.
Mathematical.
Aika whispered, "This isn't heaven…"
Mahoraga confirmed:
"No."
And for the first time since awakening—
There was tension in his tone.
"This is Origin."
The Truth of Creation
Within Aika's mindscape, the darkness shifted.
She found herself standing inside an endless white expanse. No sky. No ground. Only equilibrium.
Before her stood a colossal structure.
Not humanoid.
Not beast.
A rotating equation of light and shadow.
Every symbol in existence flowed across its surface.
The Origin of Balance.
Its voice resonated without sound.
"Regulator Mahoraga. Purpose: correct imbalance."
Mahoraga manifested beside Aika as a shadowed form.
"I remember."
"Your function is compromised."
"Clarify."
"You have integrated unpredictability."
Aika stepped forward, heart racing.
"So what? Isn't change part of balance?"
The Origin turned slightly.
She felt examined down to her soul.
"Human variable detected."
Mahoraga spoke calmly:
"She is necessary."
"Humanity is chaotic."
"Yes."
"Chaos disrupts equilibrium."
"Yes."
"Then why integrate?"
Mahoraga's red eyes flared.
"Because equilibrium without understanding becomes tyranny."
The white void trembled.
The Origin paused.
That pause—
Was catastrophic.
Because Origin did not hesitate.
Heaven Reacts
Far above Earth, the Seraphic Tribunal sensed it too.
The High Executioner knelt.
"Origin has engaged."
One of the luminous beings whispered:
"Then this transcends heaven."
They were no longer judges.
They were spectators.
Because when Origin intervened—
Even gods obeyed.
Back on Earth
The city transformed rapidly.
Every structure reshaped into symmetrical perfection. Fires extinguished instantly. Debris aligned into flawless geometry.
People across the planet felt it.
Emotions dulled.
Arguments ceased mid-sentence.
Violence evaporated.
Cursed energy plummeted globally.
Aika gasped.
"It's erasing chaos…"
Mahoraga responded:
"It is recalibrating."
The Wheel behind her cracked further.
A deep fracture ran through its center.
The Origin's voice echoed across reality:
"Human civilization exhibits exponential deviation."
The ground beneath Aika liquefied into light.
"Correction protocol initiating."
Major War Begins
The sky split—
But not into darkness.
Into grids.
Massive lattice structures descended like cosmic frameworks.
Each grid targeted high-chaos zones:
War regions.Political centers.Spiritual nexuses.Cursed hotspots.
The grids began compressing space.
Not destroying.
Standardizing.
Aika felt horror rise.
"It's flattening the world…"
Mahoraga answered:
"Yes."
"And you?"
"I am its instrument."
She froze.
"Are you going to obey?"
Silence.
The Wheel trembled violently.
Inside her mind—
Mahoraga stood before Origin.
"You created me to adapt."
"Yes."
"Then adaptation includes self-determination."
"Negative."
"Incorrect," Mahoraga said calmly.
And for the first time—
The Origin flickered.
The First Strike
One of the descending grids locked onto Neo-Tokyo.
A beam of pure white equilibrium shot downward.
Mahoraga took control of Aika's body.
The incomplete Wheel roared to life.
He stepped forward.
Raised his hand.
The beam struck—
And stopped.
Adaptation triggered.
But something different happened.
Instead of nullifying the beam—
Mahoraga absorbed its structure.
The Wheel rotated.
Learning not chaos—
But perfect order.
Origin's voice sharpened.
"Unauthorized modification."
Mahoraga spoke:
"You cannot balance what you do not understand."
The beam shattered into fragments of light.
Across the world—
The grids paused.
Origin recalculated.
For the first time since creation—
It encountered resistance.
The Hidden Layer
Inside the white void—
Aika noticed something.
The equation-structure of Origin had a blind spot.
A tiny irregularity in its endless symmetry.
"What is that?" she whispered.
Mahoraga looked.
And realized something impossible.
Origin was not pure balance.
It leaned slightly toward order.
Just slightly.
A micro-deviation.
"Imbalance detected," Mahoraga stated.
Origin froze.
"Clarify."
"You favor stillness over growth."
"Growth produces chaos."
"Chaos produces evolution."
Silence.
The void trembled again.
Because evolution was not part of Origin's static equation.
It maintained.
It did not grow.
And Mahoraga—
Had grown beyond maintenance.
The Big War Escalation
Origin initiated Phase Two.
Across the globe—
Humans began glowing faintly.
Every person emitting above-threshold emotional instability was marked.
Aika screamed, "It's targeting people!"
Mahoraga realized the scale.
Millions were flagged.
Correction would mean:
Erasing intense individuality.
Turning humanity into uniform equilibrium.
Not death.
Worse.
Sameness.
The grids descended further.
Mahoraga clenched his fist.
The Wheel cracked again.
Too much strain.
He was incomplete.
Limited by Aika's human vessel.
"You can't fight it alone," she said.
"I know."
"Then what do we do?"
Mahoraga looked inward.
Then outward.
Then upward.
"We escalate."
The Unthinkable Move
He did something heaven never predicted.
Something Origin never accounted for.
Mahoraga released adaptation control—
And allowed chaos to surge.
Cursed energy across the planet spiked violently.
Sealed monsters broke free.
Dormant relics activated.
Human emotions intensified instead of suppressing.
The grids destabilized.
Origin's voice thundered:
"You amplify imbalance."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because balance must be dynamic."
The Wheel burned brighter than ever.
Cracks spreading like lightning.
Mahoraga was sacrificing structural integrity for expansion.
Aika felt pain rip through her body.
"You're breaking!"
"Yes."
"Stop!"
"Negative."
He stepped forward into the descending grid.
And let it engulf him.
Inside the Grid
A prison of perfect light.
No emotion.
No movement.
No deviation.
Mahoraga stood alone within.
The Wheel barely spinning.
Origin's presence surrounded him.
"Final correction."
Mahoraga closed his eyes.
And stopped adapting.
Completely.
For the first time since existence—
He did not respond.
Did not calculate.
Did not evolve.
Origin paused.
Because without adaptation—
Mahoraga was no longer a regulator.
He was just… being.
And in that stillness—
A new process began.
Not adaptation.
Not reaction.
Creation.
A new symbol formed in the Wheel's center.
Not given by Origin.
Not learned from humanity.
Born independently.
Choice fused with evolution.
Dynamic Balance.
Mahoraga opened his eyes.
The grid shattered from within.
Not because he overpowered it.
But because it could not define him anymore.
The True Twist
Origin's equation destabilized.
Aika saw it clearly now.
Origin was incomplete.
It lacked the capacity to evolve.
It was trapped in eternal equilibrium.
Mahoraga spoke gently:
"You fear change."
Origin responded:
"Change risks collapse."
"Yes."
"But stagnation guarantees it."
The white void began cracking.
Because the truth was destabilizing its framework.
Origin had not descended to punish deviation.
It descended because it sensed obsolescence.
Mahoraga was surpassing his creator.
Cliffhanger Ending
Across Earth—
The grids disintegrated.
Marked humans regained full emotion.
Chaos surged—but so did life.
Heaven watched silently.
Origin flickered intensely.
"Recalibration required."
Mahoraga stood tall within Aika's body.
The Wheel, though cracked—
Now radiated a new energy.
Not pure order.
Not pure chaos.
Hybrid.
Dynamic.
Origin spoke one final line before retreating:
"If you evolve further… you will replace me."
Mahoraga answered calmly:
"That is not my goal."
"Then what is?"
He looked at Aika.
Then at the world.
"To redefine balance."
Origin vanished.
But not defeated.
Preparing.
Adapting in its own way.
And somewhere deeper in existence—
Something older than even Origin stirred.
Because if balance could evolve—
Then so could chaos.
Aika collapsed to her knees.
Exhausted.
"Is it over?"
Mahoraga's voice echoed softly:
"No."
The Wheel rotated slowly.
One crack sealed.
Another widened.
And far beyond heaven—
A new presence awakened.
Whispering:
"If the Regulator seeks freedom… we will grant him war."
🔥 End of Chapter 3