Around 13.6 billion linear years ago.
"Isn't this cool?" A mysterious woman stood with a strange object in hand, seemingly talking to nothing. "The atoms, they are mostly empty space aren't they?" She continued, "This one particular little object, well I think it's an object I actually have no idea what it actually is, moves around so fast, that it creates a ghost volume. What if I made it stop?" And as soon as she said that, the strange object that kept shifting between what could be described as a small rock the size of a golfball, suddenly became nothing.
All that remains are tiny, tiny minuscule objects, that were completely negligible and couldn't even be detected and were only found though some calculations.
"But this energy I stole, it would have to go somewhere right?"
"I have no clue, please explain like you always do." A voice appeared out of absolutely nowhere and could totally be a figment of anyone's imagination.
"It goes to the outside." She answered.
***
There were some shouts and screams that woke Sharia up from her hunger and sleep deprived coma, It would take around 3 years for her to get completely adjusted to the world, so annoying things like eating and sleeping would always affect her.
"WHY THE HECK DID MY HAND JUST EVAPORATE?!?" A person's scream reacher her ear as she opened her eyes. The man was wearing a blue shirt and brown pants with a hat that had a symbol of the religion, which was a large book with a snake engraved onto it.
The hand was missing, just gone from the wrist down, and bleeding profusely.
"I can help with that." Sharia smiled and touched the poor guy's arm, making the entire arm disappear, solving the problem of a missing hand by replacing it with a missing arm.
"WHY.. Did my arm... just leave me...?" A faint voice came from the man as he lost a lot of blood and fainted.
Sharia didn't care for the dying clergy member as the shoulder kept bleeding, a key vessel, the brachial artery being severed basically meant that a person would be conscious for around 15 seconds, and dead very soon after that.
A lot of books were flipped through as Sharia kept herself half alive by turning the poor guy's blood into water and drinking it and eating his flesh like it was nothing.
"Sorry dude, I hate the part of trying to learn different worlds, so I need to save the time on the speedrun." Sharia kept reading with pieces of flesh still being chewed.
She didn't worry about prions that might occur with this kind of behavior, she didn't care about the diseases that might also appear because in six months, she could destroy them all, and Sharia was quite confident in resisting anything that appeared before the six month period.
Death doesn't even matter, even if I were to die, I wouldn't care. Sharia thought as she flipped through A Basis of Holy Magic, which was a large book that would take longer than those pamphlets that this book dwarfed.
"Samuel? It's time for lunch!" A man's voice came from downstairs. A few seconds passed before the second call, "Are you alright?"
Taking a look at the dead body that now had a few more bite marks on it, Sharia decided to avoid confrontation by dissolving the rest of it, after all, taking a few seconds could save a few minutes.
A man walked up, he was wearing red shirt with brown pants and that same style hat. Sharia ignored him completely and kept reading More History of Carmed Church.
"Have you seen Samuel?" The man asked.
"No, I've been reading for a long time, haven't been paying attention to much." Said Sharia as she continued the page flips.
"That's reading?" The man said, "It seems like you're just flipping the pages."
"Isn't that what reading is? It just matters if you can catch the ink marking inside the pages." Sharia replied as she quickly finished More History of Carmed Church, and picked out Advanced Holy Magic.
"What are you doing with that copy? Women can't preform holy magic, that's useless for you!" The man reached out and tried to touch Sharia, but before that happened, a strange magic shield suddenly appeared, glowing slightly and having the mark of the book snake.
The rebound was awful for the poor guy number 2, he flew back and hit the ground at an extreme speed, at least a speed that would put the professional mortal runners to shame.
"Heard that multiple million times in different variations, most say because no woman has tried, others because they simply don't allow the learning, and very few can I not actually activate the spell." Sharia smiled as she dismissed it, "It's not even that good either."
The barrier that had kept expanding suddenly came to a stop and dissipated, signaling the finishing of the spell.
'WITCH!" The man screamed, "Unholy bein---" He was cut off. A hand appeared against his face as he watched and felt in horror that everything started to fade away rapidly.
"Also sadly been called that a few hundred million times."
***
Sharia took a stroll of boredom around the streets, seeing the sighs, smelling the smells as she took in the air of Tentia. She knew that from the history books, the other continent that she floated from had not been discovered yet, and better yet, the magic system of Tentia was quite expansive.
It ranged from rank 1 up to rank 9 of where people collected 'stuff' Sharia had seen it been called mana, essence, blue juice, aether... They call it essence.
Many spells, holy and demonic existed, doing various things like making people fly, healing people, reading people's mind, killing people efficiently... various things that didn't appeal to Sharia.
Being a teacher was boring, it was another spell casting world where people did exactly that, and of course the above average person creating another spell.
Sharia reached the slums of the city known as Awoten, and saw that same sight of a bunch of people sleeping on the dirty streets. She joined them on the dirty ground.
***
10 billion linear years ago.
There was an insane screech filling the entire world, everyone who had hearing heard it, and everyone who heard it had their heads explode. The epicenter of this disaster was none other that Sharia.
She had gone insane. All the worlds, systems, magic, thought processes were the same. And they would all be destroyed. The Transcender that she helped put the finishing touches had driven her beyond what a lobotomy could fix. She couldn't even control her own body properly let alone request a lobotomy.
All of them had gone insane. It was an inevitable reality.
Sharia had ascended above the sky, quickly piercing through space. She looked at the sun, but the sun didn't look back. It was gone. She looked at the stars, the stars faded to black like a light switch turned it off. Reality was being distorted and the speed of light was breeched.
Everything, everyone was not able to escape her grasp, except for that stupid, annoying Transcender. Everything was gone. Sharia erased everything that she could imagine, black holes and all.
Nothing was left. Just her alone in the vacuums of space, somehow protected against that vacuum. Then even Sharia disappeared.
***
"Another day, another day, another day of... I don't know someone help." Sharia yawned as she stretched, unfazed by the ragged bunch she was with.
"Another chance at jobs?" One hoarse voice joined.
"Sure, good enough." Sharia looked around her, noticing that the dude who spoke up was on the ground, looking disgruntled. This alley was a dead end, a horrible stench that signified dirty bodies and probably dead dirty bodies surrounded her. No matter how much magic was given, there was always the poorest of people existing. It was a sad sight.
"You happen to know anywhere that I could go to get that job?" Sharia asked
"Well, theres the one that know magic, and the ones that don't. I assume you don't because you wouldn't be lying here with us any longer." The dying man said.
"I know magic, it's just I don't like communicating. Most talks end up with someone dead. Do you want to join the majority?" Sharia continued to stare at that bundle
"I'm dying anyway, horrible illness along with horrible debt. It seems I will be joining the majority." He replied.
"Do you have a name?"
"What's a name for a dead person? By tomorrow I'll be gone."
"Being dead is a luxury I cannot afford."
"Really?" Now he was interested.
"I've seen my family die, multiple in fact. My friends I knew personally all either left and died, or went insane. Slowly of course. No one was with me." Sharia looked up slightly, as if remembering a faint memory. "There was one though."
"Who? A lover? a longer lasting friend? A rank 9 master who found eternal life?" The dying man reasoned it was probably because this crazy woman was one of those experts who wanted to be a homeless person for no reason.
"Heh, had all those, all of those things died, nope. It was myself." Sharia smiled. "The only one who can care about you as long as you exist at all times, is yourself." She casted a magical healing spell she just learned, Sharia reasoned that the spell was basically a all heal button that also destroyed pathogens. It worked.
"What rank are you?" The not-so-dying man asked.
"Nothing. I never even started this magic system, yet I have perfected this magic system at the same time." Sharia beamed and had tears silently dripping down, "I have transcended magic, space, time, and all the laws of the universes that lay before me. The only thing that I cannot defeat nor surpass, is myself."