Nava walking through the tenth floor, humming and trying to adapt to his new appearance, Nava slaughtered monsters and harvested them. Their resistances and skills weren't very valuable yet, so he planned to organize them into a system later to make better use of them.
Deciding to experiment with something new, he sat down on the ground, stretched, and looked up at the non-existent sky.
He tried to create a sword out of ice and fire, but it failed.
So, coming up with a better idea, he reached out, grabbed some bones and parts from a humanoid monster, and ruthlessly crushed them down. He began using creation magic, followed by elemental manipulation magic, and successfully forged a 100% stable sword. He smiled, wiping the blood off his face and body, and decided to test his wild new theory.
Suddenly, Celetia interrupted him:
"Master, are you sure about this? It's extremely dangerous to try merging concepts into the powers of darkness and chaos. This is pure madness; even high-tier deities wouldn't dare do this."
Nava just smiled calmly.
"Don't worry, Celetia, I'm starting to get used to it."
He began forming a katana out of purple electricity, weaving chaos-ice and darkness as a medium to fuse the two concepts into the blade. Sparks of purple lightning danced along the edge. The process succeeded, leaving him thrilled.
The sword transformed into a deep black, etched with bizarre engravings of countless hands and numerous eyes. He sighed with a smile, reaching out to grasp the handle.
The moment his fingers touched it, the concepts of spacetime and dimensions were completely stripped away. A massive black hand burst through reality, reaching straight inside him to grab his core—not to kill him, but to anchor the concept of the sword onto his soul and solidify his ownership of it.
An agonizing wave of pain tore through him as the binding stamped itself onto his very essence, enforcing the fundamental laws of the world itself. Once finished, the giant hand withdrew and vanished into thin air, its task complete.
Nava struggled to steady himself, trying to pull his posture together as he placed a hand against nothingness.
Nava.
Then his other self.
Nava.
The other self.
The clash of identities echoed inside them, both screaming in unison from the intense agony of their colliding existence.
Nava pressed his hand against the nonexistent wall.
He merged back into his alternate self.
Reality fractured as his soul tried to fuse into a single entity, but something kept resisting. The friction made the process excruciatingly painful—feeling as though he were being stabbed a million times all over again.
After remaining in that state for an unknown duration—since the concept of spacetime did not exist there at all—Nava tried to walk, and the headache slowly began to subside. Finally, he sighed as the distortion and shifting of reality started to fade and disappear.
He let out a heavy sigh and muttered:
"Damn it, why is this world so annoying and painful, and I haven't even seen it yet?"
He pressed forward, determined to escape this accursed labyrinth. He slaughtered the floor boss, bolted out of the area, and cut down any monster that dared cross his path.
Soon, he reached the location of the tenth floor boss in the labyrinth.
Reality shifted once more. Strange carvings covered the walls, bearing an inscription in an ancient tongue:
«Մտնողը բախվում է իր իրականությանը, և նրա գոյությունը իրական է, քանի որ լաբիրինթոսի առաջնորդը իրական աստված է»
(He who enters confronts his own reality, and his existence is real, for the leader of the labyrinth is a true god.)
Nava blinked in surprise, but instinctively grasped the meaning of the words.
The massive door creaked open, revealing a shroud of absolute darkness. As he stepped inside, a cold, detached voice echoed from the shadows:
"He who enters the truth must be prepared to confront the dissolution of the illusions that bind him. If you fail, it means you have failed the trial, and I will strike you down to return you to absolute non-existence and comprehensive completion."
The voice was completely devoid of warmth, dripping with pure disgust. It sounded as though the speaker loathed his very presence—hated that he even existed in this world.
Though he didn't understand why, an irrational, burning urge flared deep within him—a desire to rip apart the entity's body, dismantle its very existence, and execute it slowly and agonizingly. Strangely enough, his other self felt the exact same way.
Suddenly, his surroundings shifted into a bizarre dimension, and visions of his past—stretching back to when he was a child—began to unfold. The entity's voice filled him with total revulsion, yet a moment later... a chilling realization washed over him.
My life was never like this. I never had these things. I was never happy. How could I ever look happy?
His eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his jaw dropping. Wait... am I a girl?
He found himself cradled in the arms of a woman he had never known in his life. Then, his younger self looked up and said something that shattered him:
"Mama, what are we going to do today? Please, let's play together." The child smiled with innocent joy.
The woman smiled back, gently stroking the child's head:
"Of course, my little one."
Then, time warped forward. The child returned home one day to a horrific sight: her mother had been brutally violated, tortured, and murdered in every conceivable agonizing way. Her limbs were hacked off from hands to legs, her body mutilated, and her face and neck completely destroyed beyond recognition.
The perpetrators stood over the carnage—three arrogant deities.
(Shinkai: "Is this the offspring of the First God who died out of foolish love for that vile woman? It's truly weak, holding no divine power whatsoever aside from baseline essence and immortality.")
(Hachiman: "Indeed, and it's utterly filthy. Why did the First God throw away his life and abandon his divinity just to live with a human, sire a hybrid, and die?")
(Tajikarao: "Such a thing shouldn't be allowed to live. The bond between a god and mortals is forbidden, so it must be erased. But the problem is that her immortality is absolute. We must do something else—force her to destroy herself or subject her to endless torment.")
Nava watched in horror as the horrific trials inflicted on his younger self played out.
Barefoot, she was forced to walk a grueling distance of 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 kilometers across a blazing wasteland without food, water, or shelter from the scorching sun. If she stopped or disobeyed, she was dragged back to the start to repeat it all over again, battered by oppressive divine magic and pain far worse than the concept of pain itself.
After enduring that for 60 grueling cycles, she was cast into a freezing expanse colder than the very concept of ice and absolute zero, forced to survive there for twenty years without clothes, shelter, or nourishment, while fending off terrifying divine beasts like the giant wolf Fenrir.
She suffered unimaginable torment, witnessing the infinite depths of the cosmos and enduring six thousand years of continuous agony until her mind nearly shattered under the weight of it all.
While nursing her wounds in isolation, the younger version of herself whispered:
"It hurts so much... but I wish I had a friend, or at least someone to talk to."
Then, a sudden revelation struck her—a desperate way to save herself from this endless hell.
Death.
She fractured her soul, splitting herself in two.
A sharp, piercing headache brought Nava back to reality, and she screamed out in agony as the last remaining barrier separating her split soul from reuniting was forcefully torn away.
The void around them cracked piece by piece. In the dark expanse above, a towering tree sprouted, its branches bearing malevolent red eyes.
Then, the Voice of the World echoed across existence:
1. Synchronization of Nava and the Fragmented Self: Complete.
2. Conceptual Fusion with the Abyss and Chaos: Complete.
3. Acquisition of the Sword of the Void: Confirmed.
—Restoration of the Celestial Principle's Essence.
—Assigned Title: Princess of Darkness / Princess of the Abyss / Princess of Existence / Princess of the World / Princess of Creation.
As this proclamation resonated across the celestial and divine realms, gods and cosmic entities trembled in sheer terror.
The towering tree suddenly collapsed, compressing into a dense sphere before shattering completely. Emerging from the debris, Nava stood tall, her expression chillingly cold and devoid of emotion. Every step she took sent a distinct shockwave through space—sounding like fracturing spacetime or heavy rain striking glass. Her bright blue eyes had shifted into a deep, menacing crimson.
Even in their arrogance, the surrounding gods felt an instinctual terror, realizing that if they didn't flee immediately, they would die—even their absolute immortality would mean nothing.
Before them stood the pure embodiment of destruction, the harbinger of the end of the world. Once a helpless child tortured by the whims of the gods, she had returned to slaughter them all.
Her golden hair and exquisite face were lightly stained with blood.
Shino, the high deity, stammered in disbelief
"You filthy bitch... how did you reach this tier of existence and power? This makes no logical sense, it's absolute madness!"
Nava flicked her wrist lazily, snapping her fingers. Hundreds of pitch-black ice blades surged forward toward the god with overwhelming might, instantly stripping away every single concept of his existence until nothing was left.
Then, Nava burst into a cold, wicked laugh.
"Did you truly think a repulsive scum like you has the right to speak?"
she mocked, laughing darkly.
"You are nothing more than cosmic garbage. Return to your void."
She paused, her voice softening into a haunting whisper
"In the darkness of the night, there is only the sound of screams echoing through human worlds, the crackle of fire consuming lives, and the infinite potential of universes manifesting in their beauty and ugliness. On that dark day, I couldn't sleep until I was broken. Beside the edge of the world, I sat hugging myself, wiping my tears away every single day, suffering in silence."
She spoke in a quiet, serene tone—sounding as though she were reciting a death lullaby meant for every god to hear.
She stepped forward, her footsteps echoing like shattered glass. Reaching out her hand, she looked down at the trembling remnants of the god at her feet.
"At least you enjoyed your existence while it lasted, didn't you, you filthy bastard?"
With a cold expression, Nava brought her heel down, brutally crushing the god's head into a mess of gore and stardust.
As the deity's essence completely dissolved, he lost all his traits, his awareness, his status, and his very concepts of being, regressing entirely into the primordial, formless void (Akashic state). His role in the story was over.
Her other self materialized right before her.
"Well, my dear other self, did you enjoy playing the villain? Because I certainly did."
Nava smiled faintly, though her gaze remained detached and her voice carried no emotion.
"Yes. As I told you before: I am neither good nor evil. I simply do as I please."
Her other self smiled warmly and merged back into Nava's body.
Stepping forward, Nava walked out of the labyrinth. The moment she crossed the threshold, reality shifted once more, reshaping her surroundings and even her physical avatar—a mere projection crafted by Celetia so she could experience a peaceful life in the world.
She looked up, gazing at the star-studded blue sky, the beauty of the quiet night, and the gentle expanse of the grass stretching out before her.