The old man, a creator who considered himself more real than anything in his stories, delved into his own fictional world. When he slept, it wasn't just an ordinary dream he experienced. He truly entered his fiction, controlling everything that happened within it through an avatar he created. In that fiction, the old man, known as Knight, had full control over everything. He could do whatever he wanted, wielding the power to shape reality, alter the very concepts of existence, and shake the foundations of destiny.
"I see everything as fiction. I am real, and I am more real than they are. I am the one who writes their stories. They can do nothing. I am the ultimate storyteller, the absolute changer of fate, and I cannot be attacked by my own fiction because I stand outside the plot," Knight declared with absolute certainty.
In his world, Knight possessed the ability to bring anything to life or to extinguish it, create new planets, resurrect the dead, and control the flow of lava with a mere gesture. He could even create volcanoes and craft terrifying systems of illusion that could drive anyone insane if they tried to uncover the secrets of that world. There were countless worlds within his fiction, and he could effortlessly destroy them all at will.
While battling a creature named Seraphine, Knight didn't just destroy the world he was in; he erased all existence within it, including the stories formed by the lives of the beings there. Nothing survived, and no stories remained. He obliterated everything in an instant, displaying the extent of his absolute power within his creation.
Knight had complete control over life and the universe surrounding him. He could create life from nothingness, or annihilate all that existed. He could manipulate atomic structures on planets, create new quantum realities, and even alter the mathematical constants we know. Infinity itself was something he could govern. His power allowed him to influence anyone who heard his words. His words could make people believe without doubt, as though he were a god to all within the story.
Knight could also produce pure blood without damaging his own body and manipulate the bones that emerged from it. From the void, he could summon waves of darkness and destruction, subduing anyone in his path. Yet he also possessed strong spiritual and mental prowess. He could merge with the surrounding environment, becoming invisible to ordinary human eyes, blending with the elements around him. His powers weren't limited to physical aspects alone; they extended to abstract concepts like DNA, age, time travel, and consciousness.
Knight's abilities made him an unmatched figure. He could separate reality from the unreal, control fundamental elements like black holes and antimatter, and conjure magical scents and counter-wave attacks. He could even manipulate the weather, control the air, create storms, and reshape the structure of the universe at will.
"All of this is my power," said Knight. "And even in the real world, I can wield it. In fact, in the real world, I can amplify it a hundredfold, with limitless potential. That power belongs to me alone, and none of my attacks are bound by distance."
Knight knew that no creature in his fiction could rival his power. He was acutely aware of his absolute dominion over the fate of the fictional world he created. To Knight, anything was possible. He could endlessly amplify his power, something that no one else could achieve. His fictional world was a realm where he tested his skills and powers, where he could manipulate everything at will, becoming an invincible entity.
The old man understood that in the real world, he had control over his fiction, while within the fiction, he was the absolute being who ruled everything. To him, the difference between reality and fiction was irrelevant. Everything could be controlled, everything could be changed. And Knight, with the power he possessed, was the symbol of unassailable absolute authority.
At the end of his journey within the fiction, Knight returned to the real world, carrying with him a trove of experiences and a renewed awareness of his strength and grandeur. He knew that he was not only the ruler of his fictional world but also of the real world. Knight was not merely an old man; he was a being that transcended the boundaries of imagination. He was a creator, a destroyer, and the controller of everything. With absolute confidence, Knight stepped forward, ready to face the real world with the same power, as if nothing could stop him.