He felt…free.

Unshackled.

Unbounded!

Like he could…truly fly!

His existence, now resonating at Level Zero, Tier 1, hungered.

It wasn't the physical hunger of needing fuel, but the existential hunger of potential demanding actualization!

The oppressive auras of the three Nar'Thyss still pressed down, a reminder of the immediate threat, but they also felt like… food. High-quality, potent nourishment he hadn't fully digested yet.

But first… the foundations. His Regulations. They had carried him this far, pillars upon which he had built his impossible ascent. Now, unbound by the conceptual weight of the Null Scale, they could truly breathe.

His will focused inwards, not just on the broken chains being assimilated, but on the very substance of his power. Quantum. Spatial Tension. Inevitable Entropy.

They were vast within him, oceans of potential, but they still felt… separate. Defined. Limited by the very Echelon system that measured them.

No more, his existence seemed to whisper, a thought that was also a command.

'Become more. Become… fundamental!'

HUUM!

ASSIMILATE!

The command wasn't directed outwards this time, but inwards. He commanded himself to Assimilate himself, to deepen his integration with the Regulations he already held, to erase the final boundaries between wielder and wielded.

BOOM!

The pillar of platinum light surrounding his Dream Body in Star Sea Beta-13 pulsed violently. Reality shivered.

The sensation was indescribable!

Quantum ceased to be a tool he manipulated and became the very uncertainty from which his form arose. He was superposition, entanglement, the observer effect made manifest.

Spatial Tension wasn't a force he directed but the very framework of his being. The distance between his thoughts, the separation between his past and future selves, the very concept of his location… became him.

Inevitable Entropy transformed from a power he wielded into the very direction of his existence. He wasn't just accelerating decay and destiny; he was the arrow of time and destiny, choosing its target, deciding what ended and what persisted.

The Echelon numbers flickered in his consciousness, climbing with blinding speed. Echelon 8… Echelon 9… and then… they shattered.

The very concept of Echelons felt… quaint. Insufficient.

Prompts blazed, written in light that seemed woven from the fabric of reality itself.

|Assimilation Threshold Transcended! You have surpassed the limitations of Echelon-based progression for specific Regulations.|

|Organic Cosmic Regulation - Quantum has achieved the state of: One With Existence.|

|Organic Cosmic Regulation - Spatial Tension has achieved the state of: One With Existence.|

|Organic Cosmic Regulation - Inevitable Entropy has achieved the state of: One With Existence.|

|You no longer merely wield these Regulations; you are a localized manifestation of their fundamental principles.|

…!

One With Existence!

The words resonated with the finality of cosmic law being rewritten. He felt it!

The universe wasn't something he manipulated from outside anymore; for these Regulations, he was an intrinsic part of its operating system.

And with this unification, something new bloomed within his awareness, a capability born from the synergistic fusion of these transcended Regulations.

|Synergistic Transcendence Achieved! New State Unlocked: Regulator's Dominion.|

|Description: By becoming One With Existence for Quantum, Spatial Tension, and Inevitable Entropy, you can temporarily impose your fundamental nature upon a localized region of reality. Within this Dominion, your Regulations become the only laws.|

|Capabilities within Regulator's Dominion:|

| - Causal Restructuring: Define the flow of cause and effect. Actions may precede triggers, effects may become causes. Time becomes a suggestion.|

| - Spatial Sovereignty: Define all distances and dimensions. Flat space can become infinite, infinite distance can become zero. Barriers cease to exist unless you will them.|

| - Quantum Mandate: Define all probabilities. Uncertainties collapse according to your desired outcome. Impossibility becomes merely low probability, which you can then elevate to certainty.|

| - Entropic Edict: Define the rate and direction of decay. Age enemies into dust, restore allies from ruin, dictate what ends and what persists.|

|Duration: Dependent on Will and Energy Reserves. Current Estimate: 5 Minutes.|

|Cooldown: 1 Hour if all 5 minutes are used up at once.|

|Warning: Activation imposes significant strain on Existential Coherence. Use with extreme caution.|

…!

Regular's Dominion!

Within that space, for that time, he would be the fundamental nature of reality. The sheer, overwhelming power of it was intoxicating. He felt like he could unravel the Nar'Thyss above him thread by narrative thread by deciding their story should end!

But not yet. There was more foundation to lay.

Away from Star Sea Beta-13, in The Void.

Achilles's other Constellation Dream Body, the one floating near Rose, felt the surge of power from its counterpart, the echo of ascension reverberating through their shared consciousness.

The command still echoed: Assimilate absolutely everything!

This body turned its attention not to Regulations, but to the very medium it inhabited. The Void. Aggressive absence.

The negation of existence. He had touched its power, gained its Authority, reached Echelon 3. But now, free from the Null Scale's limitations, buoyed by the influx of power from Mor'dantius and the breaking of shackles… he could go further.

ASSIMILATE!

HUUM!

He opened his existence to the nothingness around him, not just tasting it, but devouring it. The Void rushed in, an infinite tide of anti-existence seeking to unmake him.

But he was Level Zero now. His existence had a new, terrifying resilience. He met the negation not with resistance, but with integration.

The process was faster this time, his expanded Breadth of Existence easily handling the paradoxical influx. Echelon 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… Shattered.

Prompts blazed in the utter darkness, visible only to his internal perception.

|Assimilation Threshold Transcended! You have surpassed the limitations of Echelon-based progression for The Void.|

|Existential Authority of The Void has achieved the state of: One With Existence.|

|You no longer merely wield The Void; you are its paradox made manifest within reality.|

…!

He felt himself become… less. And infinitely more. He was the hole in the fabric of reality, the silence between notes, the pause between breaths. He was the absence that defined presence.

|Synergistic Transcendence Achieved! New Capability Unlocked: Unmaking.|

|Description: By becoming One With Existence for The Void, you gain the conceptual authority to actively unmake. Target any object, entity, energy, or even concept within your perception. Expend sufficient will and Void Authority, and reality will retroactively agree that the target never existed. Not destroyed, but unmade.|

|Cost: Scales exponentially with target complexity and narrative weight.|

|Warning: Unmaking creates paradox ripples. Excessive use may destabilize local reality.|

…!

Unmaking. Not destruction, but erasure!

He could delete things from existence's ledger. The power was absolute, terrifying, and perfectly suited to dealing with beings who thought themselves authors of reality.

Only Fables remained within the Echelon system, currently at a respectable Echelon 4. He felt the potential to push it further, perhaps even to One With Existence eventually, but the limitation wasn't his capacity… it was the currency.

He needed more Units of Existential Authority of Fables, harvested from significant narrative events, to fuel that particular ascension. That would come later. For now… he was ready!

Oh!

In Star Sea Beta-13.

Achilles, bathed in the brilliant pillar of platinum light that marked his ascension, finally lowered his gaze from the heavens of his inner reality and looked at the three beings who had inadvertently catalyzed his transformation.

Elara. Va'thos. Xylar. World-sized titans of narrative. Tier 1, Level Zero.

The pressure they radiated, which had seemed so terrifying, so absolute just moments before… now felt… manageable.

Intense, yes. Dangerous, absolutely. But bearable. Like standing near a sun instead of being inside it. He could perceive their power now, not just feel its weight.

He could see the intricate weavings of their Fables, the countless narrative threads they commanded, the sheer, overwhelming complexity of their existence. They were magnificent. They were ancient.

And they were going to fucking die.

He allowed a smile to touch his lips, an expression that was no longer hidden by void-mist but shone with the terrible brilliance of his new state. Platinum light swirled around him, text writing and rewriting itself in the fabric of his aura. His voice echoed out, no longer just defiant, but filled with an oppressive, complex amusement that seemed to mock their very existence.

"Tell me, O Grand Weavers of Fables," he began, his tone dripping with mock reverence, "have you ever come across the rather predictable story of the utterly arrogant entities? The ones who look down upon an insect they deem weaker than themselves? The ones who proceed to toy with this insect, poking it, prodding it, bathing it in ever-increasing pressure…"

He took a slow step forward, the space around him not bending, but agreeing with his movement.

"...not knowing, in their infinite wisdom, that they are inadvertently honing the insect? Tempering it in the fires of their own power? Sharpening it with the weight of their own authority? Until, inevitably, the insect blooms… not into a slightly stronger insect, but into a blade? A blade so terrifyingly sharp, forged in their own arrogance, that it proceeds to butcher those arrogant things, one by one?"

He tilted his head, his platinum-purple-gold eyes locking onto Elara's multitude of stunned irises.

"Have you heard of this Fable?"

The air crackled. The game was over. The insect had revealed itself to be a dragon. The character had seized the pen!

The shock and somberness that had briefly frozen the three Level Zero entities evaporated, replaced by a unified wave of incandescent fury.

They knew, instantly, that the situation had shifted beyond their control, beyond their carefully scripted narrative. This was no longer about harvesting a Fable; it was about survival against an unprecedented anomaly.

"Insolent Null-Scale refuse!" Elara shrieked, her voice shattering the fragile calm. "You think a mere threshold crossing changes anything?! You are still nothing before true Constellations!"

"Your Fable ends NOW!" Va'thos roared, unleashing a storm of blood-red narrative energy, stories of infinite war converging into a single, annihilating wave.

"Recalculating… Threat level… unacceptable. Initiating eradication protocol," Xylar stated, its cerulean form pulsing as it prepared to unleash a logic bomb of pure, cold paradox designed to unravel Achilles's very consciousness!

They unleashed their power. The full, unrestrained might of three Level Zero Scale Nar'Thyss, focused on a single point.

And Achilles, bathed in the light of his own impossible ascension, finally began to truly unleash his newly born power.

And the surrounding Existence…trembled for it!

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