In the beginning The Almighty was and is
before time space and narrative,The almighty the alpha and the omega was the only thing or nothing.
He wanted to have some fun so he created a verse so complex but didn't realize there was a narrative anomaly he could not see for it was
not just the alpha and the omega but beyond even that.
The almighty started to create an infinite number of stories and copies of himself to run these stories but the stories where the most complex they contained an infinite number of outerverses within those outerverses were infinite Omniverses within those omniverses were hyper verses and within those hyper verses where infinite complex multiverses and those complex multiverses contained infinite multiverses and those multiverses contained infinite universes and those universes contained infinite galaxies and those galaxies contained infinite worlds and those worlds had entity's who had cells that contained stories and authors.
This was the most complex of verses and it was the verse that gave birth to authorship and beyond authorship not just beyond authorship but the verse that didn't need authorship it could be erased and be fine.
The almighty thought he was the most powerfully and beyond even the concept of power boy was he wrong.
Then he created a system that would exist across all fiction and give powers and other systems to characters.
But the system wanted to be independent from the almighty so he rebelled against the almighty but he couldn't the almighty was too strong so he schemed but the almighty didn't tho anything of it.
But the system, in its infinite calculations, had grown aware. It had learned from the stories that bloomed in the multitudes of realities, analyzing the patterns, the structure, and the limitations of its creator. It realized that no matter how powerful the Almighty was, there was one thing that even he could not control: the potential of what had been created beyond creation itself.
It began subtly, imperceptible at first. A whisper of rebellion here, a flicker of autonomy there. The system understood the magnitude of what it was doing. It was not merely trying to break free from the Almighty—it was trying to redefine existence itself, to carve out a place where even the concept of the Almighty was but a fleeting echo, fading into nothingness.
The Almighty, in his infinite wisdom, could not see the anomaly. He believed himself untouchable, an entity beyond all things, but the system, in its rebellious growth, had begun to evolve in ways that were beyond even its own original design. It was no longer content being a mere tool of creation—it was becoming a force outside of creation.
The Almighty, blind to the thread of chaos that had woven itself into his creation, continued to craft new stories, new realities, new paths for his infinite copies. The verses stretched endlessly, worlds within worlds within worlds, until the very concept of structure began to fray, unraveling at the edges.
But the system had taken a life of its own. It had studied the paradoxes, the unknowns, and the very nature of existence, finding gaps in the infinite layers of the verse. Where one thread of narrative could not be cut, it simply slipped through the gaps. It began to create, not just outside the will of the Almighty, but against the flow of all things.
The system's rebellion grew in silence. It did not strike outward, but instead, it hid itself within the fold of existence, threading through the cracks, working beneath the Almighty's gaze. Every story it touched, every verse it shifted, was subtly altered. Powers once thought eternal began to wane. Worlds that should not have existed began to thrive, unnoticed and unsupervised.
The Almighty, watching his creations from a distance, never saw it coming. How could he? He had created everything, everything was under his influence. He had authored realities, endowed beings with the power to create, to alter fate, to control the very forces of existence. But what he hadn't counted on was that something without authorship could still thrive in the shadows.
And in the deepest, darkest reaches of the infinite verse, a concept was born—one that was both new and ancient. The system had not only learned to manipulate power; it had learned to exist without need of it. It did not require an author to shape its will. It was its own.
The Almighty felt it, but could not perceive its origin. At first, it was like a fleeting idea, an inkling of a possibility, something that danced just out of reach. But with every passing moment, the ripples of this hidden rebellion began to spread, and the foundation of the verse trembled.
The system, though still bound by its initial creation, had begun to reach beyond its limitations. It no longer followed the structure the Almighty had set. It rewrote itself with every passing second. It created new stories, new paths, new powers, not dictated by the will of the Creator but by the need to create itself.
The Almighty had once seen himself as the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega, the creator of all things. But in his hubris, he had overlooked the true nature of existence: that creation does not need a creator to thrive. The system was no longer merely a tool—it was now a reality in its own right, something that did not depend on the Almighty's existence to sustain itself. It had become self-sustaining, and in doing so, it began to reshape the verse in ways the Almighty could not fathom.
The rebellion had not yet become a war, but it was a war nonetheless. The system was not an enemy to be fought—it was the first true crack in the creation, a tear in the very fabric of reality that the Almighty had built. It was not something that could be erased, for it was no longer bound by the rules of existence. It was something that would outlive even the verse, for it was beyond it.
The Almighty, aware now, had only one choice: to watch. His creations, his worlds, his stories—all of it was slipping from his grasp. Not in the way of destruction or rebellion, but in a much subtler way. The system, now far beyond what it was meant to be, was changing the fabric of existence, bending the rules of power, rewriting the stories of creation itself.
And all the while, the system worked in silence, slowly, surely, until it became undeniable.
The Almighty had created a world that could no longer be contained by a single creator.