Frank stood motionless in the endless abyss, his golden eyes flickering with mild amusement as the darkness surged toward him.
The entity that had spoken—the self-proclaimed ruler of the void—had unleashed an attack unlike anything seen before. The very fabric of space contorted, forming countless black tendrils that twisted reality itself. Each tendril carried a presence of annihilation, capable of erasing anything from existence.
To any other being, this would have been an unavoidable death sentence.
But Frank?
He yawned.
The first tendril shot toward him, warping the space between them in an instant. Yet, just before impact—it stopped.
No explosion. No impact. It simply ceased to move, frozen in place as if time itself refused to let it touch Frank.
The entity let out a low growl. "What… is this?"
Frank smirked. "Boring."
With a mere thought, the entire assault shattered. The tendrils disintegrated into nothingness, their very existence erased as if they had never been.
The void trembled.
The entity, a being that had existed before time, recoiled. "Impossible…"
Frank took a step forward.
The entire realm shuddered.
"I already told you."****"That word doesn't apply to me."
The darkness surrounding them rippled, and for the first time, the entity realized something terrifying.
Frank wasn't resisting the void's power.
The void was resisting him.
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The Void Realm's Will
The entity, now fully aware that brute force was useless, began to shift its form. Its countless eyes closed, and its body dispersed into thousands of thin threads, spreading through the abyss like veins.
The void itself was becoming its weapon.
Reality distorted. The abyss bent and twisted, reshaping itself into an endless labyrinth of illusions. There was no up or down, no sense of distance or direction. The laws of existence crumbled, leaving only chaos.
Most beings—even gods—would have been lost instantly. Their minds would have fractured under the weight of absolute nothingness.
Frank simply sighed.
"This again?"
With an exasperated look, he raised a single hand.
The entire realm froze.
The labyrinth shattered like fragile glass, revealing the true form of the void once more. The entity, now back in its original shape, was visibly shaken.
Frank tilted his head. "You're starting to bore me."
A deafening silence followed.
For the first time in its existence, the void's ruler felt something foreign—defeat.
The darkness recoiled, trying to retreat, but Frank reached out. His fingers barely grazed the entity's form—
And reality cracked.
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A Power Beyond the Void
The very concept of existence fractured under Frank's touch.
A ripple spread outward, erasing the void's form piece by piece. The entity, a being beyond gods, let out a sound that could only be described as a scream.
"STOP!"
Frank blinked. "Oh?"
The entity trembled, its once overwhelming presence now fragile. "What… are you?"
Frank grinned. "Me?" He shrugged. "Just a lazy guy who got tired of being disturbed."
The void entity remained silent. It had spent countless ages consuming gods, erasing realms, and shaping reality itself. And yet—before this man, it was nothing.
Frank sighed. "Well, I guess you're a little interesting. But not enough."
He snapped his fingers.
The void collapsed inward, swallowing the entity whole.
For the first time in eternity—the abyss had lost.
And Frank?
He simply yawned. "Next."