6.5 billion linear years ago
"Sharia, I got it! I know how we an break free!" A voice suddenly appeared in Sharia's mind. "If we consolidate enough of our own meanings, we can reverse our actions! Ever since the Transcender was made, it has been us that obstructed ourselves, but if we can become one, we can!"
Sharia lowered her gaze, "How can you still hold hope Asdith?"
"The voice started shaking, "I don't know, I think it's because of everyone, but we can manage right? We've never tried, right?" and the voice got smaller and quieter, fizzing out and becoming silent.
Tears flowed down Sharia's face as she whispered, "We have all tried. You have been forgetting it all to cope. How long will we exist? It's already been so long."
The space that Sharia standing in crumbled and disappeared. A sign that all the minds of the entire universe had crumbled and fallen apart, imagining that everything was also crumbling apart and disappearing. There was nothing left anymore by the end of 8 seconds.
***
"Is that all you got?" Sharia looked towards the panting rank 6 that exhausted everything he had. He couldn't respond in his panting and almost fainting because the toll on his mind was too much.
Sharia walked up slowly to observe the pathetic man. He had beads of sweat falling down to the ground like a downpour and he was completely drenched. A facial recognition of absolute hatred, frustration and just plain anger was evident on his face.
A hand flew by, trying to slap Sharia, but the hand dissipated like the attacks he had thrown at Sharia earlier. He screamed in pain and horror, trying to leave quickly by backing up.
He suddenly found his voice, "Don't do this, I am Akabar, master of the palace messengers, if you kill me, the King won't forgive you!"
"I'll tell you what, I don't care about what master of messengers, your name, who your serve, no what authority the King can do." Sharia started to poke at Akabar's chest, "I doubt the King is worth anything."
Akabar screamed in horror as more and more of his flesh started leaving him quickly and before long he died and collapsed into nothingness.
Trumpet sounds came in the distance, which was probably an announcement that the King was here. Sharia didn't move anywhere as she stood there and paced around, thinking of what to eat and when to sleep.
The royal parade stopped in front of her, it was clear to Sharia that she was in the way and should move over, but why couldn't they move around with magic, it wouldn't be too hard to accommodate for an insane person.
"Homeless person, please move out of the way or else." A sound came from somewhere inside the parade of people walking with instruments, giant vehicle looking things and people standing from the vehicle things.
"If you give me a home, maybe I would do something else, and I'm curious what the 'what else' is going to happen to me if I don't move." Sharia responded.
"We will forcibly remove you, then throw you into jail where you would be sent on trial for treason and die. The sound continued, "No house either."
The inside of one of the vehicles in the parade had a bundle of people walk out with a hook thing and shields. the hook thing looked to be entirely made of metal, have a fishhook like end and a fishhook like shape. If people get caught and pierced by that hook, they were probably stuck like the fishes that get caught by a fishhook, and that wouldn't be pleasant.
"Again, this could be further negotiated if you guys give me a home to live in." Sharia said expecting nothing.
Receiving worse, the person in the parade boxes shouted, "Get the insane woman off the streets, she has gone completely insane and is a danger to herself and others!."
The hooking people approached and tried the hoking, but the hooks disappeared and failed.
"A magic user, send out the rank 7 master!"
An intimidating person walked out. They had a fine mustache and arrogant look, they wore a yellow robe with a large orange hat. He started casting spells.
The spells were at least a hundred times stronger than that rank 6, maybe because it was the difference between rank 6 and 7, or maybe this person specialized in combat. It didn't matter anyways as Sharia was his opponent.
One by one, the spells casted would fizzle out and disappear, unable to land a single hit.
"I'm getting bored now, show me the King!" Sharia started walking to the parade, and everyone there started moving aside. The vehicles were not so lucky and they started to dissipate.
Countless unlucky people trapped inside the caravans were obliterated into nothingness like Akabar and anyone who tried to stop her physically reached the same fate.
This destruction and slaughter continued until Sharia reached the prettiest, grandest looking carriage, fit for a king.
The rank 7 died from a glance of Sharia as she touched the vehicle. The front faded away and revealed a regal looking person backed far away into a corner surrounded by guards shaking in their boots.
"What do you want! I'll do anything!" The King shouted.
"But do I need anything from you?" Sharia proceeded to touch all the guards and walk towards the King. The path was luxurious, cushions everywhere, seats, fruit, and servants gasping in fear.
"Stop! Or, I'll tell my rank 9s to kill you!" The King continued to spew words while sweating due to fear.
"Kill me?" Sharia raised an eyebrow, "if you can do that, then I applaud you, but sadly you cannot. I have already tried so many times."
"Then how are you still alive? Shouldn't you be dead?" The King continued, "Undead witch!"
Sharia frowned from the word, 'witch' but she didn't mind as she continued to give her philosophical talk, "Generally people have dreams and goals, and the journey there is life. People have many goals along with their main one, and the goals after it. When all the goals are completed, there would be no more reason to be alive, and it takes time for goals to be completed, so one should be at the end of their life."
"Uh, keep talking, I agree." The King took this as a moment to slowly get away as the strange woman was thinking and talking.
"But that's the problem, I messed up the natural way of things, and now I am cursed with eternal life. My goals are completed, my dreams run dry, and I am not dead!" Sharia shouted towards the sky, "I believe in no God, no rules, no existences, no dreams nor goals. I need nothing but to die! Kill me!" And Sharia broke down laughing at herself again.
By this time her audience of one person had already fled, but she continued her speech anyways, "I thought this was a good idea."
She stayed inside the building for a moment, spacing out in something that was either pain or thought.
"Arrest that woman!" A sound reached her ear.
A bundle of people filed inside the building, ready to take her down. They were the more special variant of rank 7, after all, it was easy to be rank 6, harder to be rank 7, and even more so rank 8. Rank 9 was almost godlike to the average person, but Sharia could see that even the strongest rank 9 would pose absolutely no threat at all to her.
Sharia got bored and vaporized them all instantly. No strategies, no character, just pure death.
"Having no struggle and no goal is boring to think about and live through, show me the philosophical debates!." Sharia shouted out, "I think maybe the only thing that would satisfy me right now is to have some good old fashion talking to help my mind out!"
There was silence. Sharia then shouted again, "I'm waiting! If no one shows up, I'll destroy the world out of sheer boredom!"
A person walked in. It was a child around 7 or 8 that clearly didn't have a good time on the streets. It was obvious that they had no parents and starved practically everyday. A sad existence.
"Hey kiddo, what is your goal in life?" Sharia asked.
"I don't know. I simply live to live, no reason miss. Why do I have to have a goal?" The kid quietly said to Sharia.
"Because if you don't, you will be on the border of sanity little one. I am the prolonged result of that." Sharia squatted down to be at the height of the child, "Find purpose, find reason. Find life."
"Then why haven't you done that?" The kid seemed to find a loophole in Sharia's words and was rather happy to point it out.
"I found purpose, then lost purpose, I found reason, but reason was destroyed. I found life, but it was corrupted beyond repair. I am a broken being, I think that is what a deity is, broken humans. To be perfect is to have absolutely no flaw, but if that is what a deity is, no struggle would exist, therefore no goals, and therefore no purpose." Sharia lay down, "I wish I could just sleep forever and never wake up from this never ending nightmare ever again."
"There, thats your goal then!" The kid looked down to Sharia, "If you are a deity, then why can't you just do that for yourself?"
"I tried, but its flawless, just like my existence, flawless. Nothing will ever work. I am at the border of life and death, but that border has been transcended and lifted into the sky to become its own realm. There are only 6 inhabitants of that realm and I am the most sane one." Sharia literally sank into the ground by her ability activation. "Il'll be going then, I don't know where I'll end up, but really, children do know that world that is the most visible." And Sharia disappeared into the ground, and the ground fixed itself like there was never a woman that sank into it.