Franklin and Michael entered the room.
Manasvi was lying on the bed, breathing heavily.
Michael crossed his arms.
"When did you get back?"
Manasvi slowly sat up.
"Some normal kid teleported me," she said casually. "He said we were friends… and then suddenly I was here."
Franklin leaned closer to Michael and whispered quietly.
"That's cap."
"Did she actually complete the mission… or was she just enjoying herself there?"
Manasvi immediately snapped her head toward him.
"I can hear you, motherfucker!"
"I already killed Flaemero."
The room went silent.
Michael slowly sat down on a chair.
"So… did you find anything important?"
Manasvi smirked slightly.
"Yeah. But I couldn't get everything."
"That library was literally the size of a city."
She leaned forward.
"The Forest Organization has a connection to the Realm of the Below."
Michael's expression grew serious.
"Explain."
Manasvi sighed and began explaining everything she had read.
"Athorix."
"It's the substance they use to push humans beyond their natural limits."
"With it, humans can achieve feats that normally exist only in fantasy."
"But after 35 years of research, a scientist named Tom Kaiser discovered something important."
"He discovered the origin of Athorix."
"It's a cosmic stone containing an immense amount of power."
Manasvi continued.
"Athorix originates from the Realm of the Below."
"A realm where demons and cursed gods exist."
"It's also considered one of the most precious creations of the Creator."
Michael leaned forward slightly.
"So the legends were real…"
Manasvi nodded.
"There's more."
"The founder of the Forest Organization… is an Angel."
"And the organization doesn't only exist on Earth."
"It operates on multiple habitable planets across the cosmos."
Franklin's eyes widened slightly.
"So they're basically an interplanetary organization…"
Manasvi nodded again.
"The Realm of the Below itself is an infinite-dimensional space outside our universe."
"Apparently a long time ago, two Primordials fought there."
"During their conflict, fragments of Athorix leaked into our universe."
"And those fragments eventually solidified into the stones the Forest Organization uses."
She finished the explanation and leaned back.
"My mouth hurts after explaining all that."
Franklin folded his arms.
"This is way beyond what we imagined."
Manasvi suddenly added something.
"There was also someone else there."
"A guy named William Harrington."
"He ate the seal on my powers."
She paused before continuing.
"And another thing."
"While I was leaving, forty spirits attacked the mansion."
"Each one of them was stronger than me."
Franklin frowned.
"Forty?"
Manasvi nodded.
"And I'm pretty sure that kid I met earlier was the one controlling them."
"I managed to grab six or seven books before escaping."
She looked down at a page she was holding.
"That teenager had black sclera and purple pupils."
"I couldn't even think properly in front of him."
"My survival instincts were screaming."
"There was only one thought in my mind."
I should not oppose this thing.
She lifted the paper again.
"This is his sacred prayer."
"Maybe he's on the same level as the Servant of Harmony."
"He also said something strange."
"To him… the past, present, and future are the same."
Michael slowly exhaled.
"So he might be an entity."
Franklin suddenly smiled slightly.
"Didn't the Servant of Harmony say something before?"
"That our fate would be… interesting?"
Manasvi grinned.
"Speaking of interesting."
"I found something important."
She pointed at Franklin.
"You need to capture someone."
"An old geezer named Tom Kaiser."
Franklin raised an eyebrow.
"Why should I?"
Manasvi smirked.
"I have some personal business with him."
"And he's a valuable asset to the Forest Organization."
She leaned back confidently.
"Right now the Forest Organization is probably in chaos."
"That kid attacking the mansion… Flaemero's death… everything."
"It's the perfect distraction."
Franklin's vein twitched.
He smiled dangerously.
"Who exactly do you think you're ordering around?"
Manasvi suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer.
"Should I remind you what I did to you back in the Forest Organization camp?"
Franklin smirked back.
"Should I remind you that if Michael hadn't stopped me… I would've killed you that day?"
The tension in the room became suffocating.
Meanwhile Michael quietly watched the two of them.
He muttered under his breath.
"Ah… so this is what a toxic relationship looks like."
Both of them instantly turned toward him.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"
Michael leaned back in his leather chair, a faint smile on his face.
"Manasvi… why don't you contact Abhishek?"
For a split second, Manasvi's eyes widened.
Then she looked away slightly.
"He's with Miguel Derenbough… in Egypt, I think."
She took a breath.
"I'll try to contact him."
Manasvi pulled out her phone and dialed.
While waiting, she glanced at Michael.
"So… should I tell him to join Franklin?"
Flashback – 2019
The moment Abhishek vanished, Manasvi stood still, observing.
A small smile appeared on her face.
"Hmm… interesting."
She turned slightly.
"I know your consciousness came back."
"You're hiding behind that building, aren't you?"
There was silence.
Manasvi's voice turned colder.
"You can't even stand properly."
"And yet you still tried to fight me."
She sighed.
"This is why I hate kids like you."
"You know you can't win… but you still try."
"And when you fail, you fall into depression… telling yourself you're not built for this world."
Her eyes sharpened.
"Listen carefully."
"No one in this world has a perfect life."
"You don't get to quit."
"You adjust… or you get crushed."
Present
Franklin crossed his arms.
"I work alone."
"I don't need teammates."
Manasvi immediately cut him off.
Her expression turned serious.
"Oh? What are you thinking?"
"That you're some main character or something?"
Franklin frowned.
Manasvi stepped closer.
"The Forest Organization has already been alerted too much."
"I know I said they're in chaos… and yeah, they are."
"But don't underestimate them."
She continued, her voice sharp and calculated.
"There were originally 99 Saints."
"Even if some died because of that black-eyed kid…"
"There should still be around 80+ left."
"And that's not even counting the creatures and other entities under them."
Franklin stayed silent.
Manasvi pressed further.
"You think you can take them head-on?"
"You can't even handle one or two at once if they're serious."
"And if you're thinking about assassinating them one by one—"
She shook her head.
"Forget it."
"Because of the chaos caused by me and that kid…"
"They've probably united by now."
She looked him straight in the eyes.
Then smirked slightly.
"In simple terms…"
"You ain't that tough,
Flashback – 2019
Manasvi stood in front of a broken street.
Her voice was cold.
"I'm telling you for the last time."
"Accept it… or just die."
Behind a damaged building—
Abhishek leaned against the wall.
His body was shattered.
Bones cracked. Muscles torn.
He could barely stand.
Is this… the end for me?
My whole world was destroyed before I even stepped into this one…
His breathing trembled.
Should I just give up… and accept her?
His eyes narrowed.
No.
What about the sacrifices they made for me?
I won't let it repeat…
Not in this timeline.
I won't let him devour this timeline again…
His fists clenched weakly.
Even if she is my— ⬛⬛
I won't give up.
Manasvi smiled faintly.
"So you've made your choice."
"What a waste of talent."
She stepped forward.
"I'll give you a painless death."
In an instant—
She grabbed his neck.
And lifted him.
Her grip tightened.
Abhishek's body was already broken.
Now it was completely helpless.
Every bone, every tissue—
Destroyed.
Then suddenly—
Manasvi stopped.
Her expression changed.
She frowned.
"…Again?"
"Why… don't I want to kill you?"
She stared at him.
"I don't understand…"
A moment passed.
"Oh."
"You're already unconscious."
She clicked her tongue.
Then something crossed her mind.
Her mission with Michael.
Recruit strong humans.
Manasvi sighed in annoyance.
"Tch… you're lucky."
She dragged his unconscious body.
"If it wasn't for my mission to destroy the Forest…"
She paused slightly.
"…you'd be dead."
But deep down—
She knew.
That wasn't the only reason.
Present
Somewhere in Myanmar
The battlefield was silent.
The entire soul army created by Nikhil had been annihilated.
Standing at the center was Lord Gastro Meh — one of the strongest Saints of the Forest Organization.
Rain began to fall.
Slowly at first.
Then heavier.
A figure appeared.
Wearing a pure black formal coat.
Black sclera.
Purple pupils.
Nikhil.
He looked at the destroyed battlefield and sighed.
"Jeez…"
"You motherfuckers really killed all those souls."
"They were valuable as hell, bruh."
In the next instant—
Gastro appeared in front of him.
Grabbed his face.
And dragged him straight into space—
Near the sun.
But Nikhil only tilted his head slightly.
"Oh my…"
"I thought you were strong."
Gastro raised his hand.
Reality itself began to distort.
Space folded inward—
Like a gift box being wrapped.
And sealed.
Inside the Concealed Reality
It looked like an entire universe.
Endless.
Vast.
Then—
Billions of Gastro Meh copies appeared.
All at once.
They raised their hands.
And fired a beam.
A beam powered by chaos magic.
A beam with energy comparable to a Big Bang.
BAAAAAAAAAAM!!!
The entire concealed universe began to crack.
Reality shattered.
Everything was destroyed.
Then—
It started reversing.
Time rewound.
Energy returned.
Reality reconstructed itself.
And in the center—
Nikhil stood there.
Unharmed.
He opened his mouth.
And ate the energy.
A demonic smile spread across his face.
"…You're not tasty at all."
He looked at Gastro.
"This isn't an attack."
He disappeared.
And appeared right in front of him.
"This is an attack."
He punched him.
Once.
The shockwave alone—
Carried destruction equal to the previous beam.
Gastro's body—
Evaporated instantly.
Then something horrifying happened.
Nikhil's face began to distort.
His mouth stretched unnaturally wide.
His eyes split apart.
His nose tore into two halves—
Each filled with piranha-like teeth.
His head split open.
And then—
He devoured everything.
The entire concealed reality.
An entire universe.
Consumed.
In the Cosmos
Silence.
Endless.
Absolute.
Nikhil floated alone in the vast emptiness of space.
Fragments of the concealed reality he had devoured still lingered like dust around him, dissolving into nothingness.
For a moment—
He was completely still.
Then—
Twitch.
His face jerked slightly.
TWITCH.
His lips curled unnaturally.
A strange distortion passed through his expression, as if something inside him was trying to break out.
Then suddenly—
Everything stopped.
His face returned to normal.
And slowly…
A maniacal smile spread across it.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Those weaklings…" he muttered.
"They don't even have real power…"
His eyes darkened.
"And they think they can take over the Realm of the Below?"
A low laugh escaped him.
"Should I just destroy this universe?"
He tilted his head.
"No… no… no…"
"That would be too easy."
His smile widened further.
"Then they'd get a painless death."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"I want them to suffer."
"I want to hear them beg."
"I want to hear every… single… sob."
Nikhil slowly brought his hands together.
The space in front of him twisted.
A crack formed in reality—
A void.
The same void he used to trap his victims.
He reached inside it casually.
As if pulling something out of a pocket.
And grabbed a soul.
The soul of the man from Myanmar.
The one who had dared to stand before him.
The one who had tried to act brave.
Nikhil pulled him out and held him gently.
His expression suddenly changed.
Soft.
Warm.
Almost… affectionate.
Like he was looking at something adorable.
"Aww…"
"You're still alive?"
The soul trembled violently.
It was broken.
Completely shattered.
It cried and laughed at the same time.
Its sanity had long been destroyed inside the void.
It couldn't even form proper thoughts anymore.
Then—
Something changed.
The madness faded.
The soul stabilized.
Its consciousness returned.
Its fear became clear again.
And that was worse.
Because now—
It understood.
It remembered.
It knew exactly what was standing in front of it.
Nikhil smiled.
"That's better."
He crouched slightly, bringing his face closer to the trembling soul.
"Listen carefully."
"This is your only chance."
"To be free from me."
The soul froze.
Hope.
A tiny, fragile hope.
Nikhil's smile widened.
"You just have to do one small thing for me."
"Destroy the Forest Organization."
The soul trembled again.
Nikhil continued casually.
"I've got other things to take care of."
"I won't be on Earth for a while."
"But when I come back…"
His voice became colder.
"It better be done."
"Otherwise…"
He paused.
Then laughed softly.
"Well… I don't even know what I might do to you."
The soul couldn't speak.
But its fear screamed louder than words.
Nikhil straightened up.
"Don't worry."
"I'm not unreasonable."
"I'll give you the power you need."
He raised his hand.
Dark energy began to gather.
Purple.
Black.
It pulsed like a dying star.
Then—
It exploded into radiant rays.
The light shined like something divine—
And something cursed at the same time.
"These powers…"
Nikhil said softly,
"…will make you stronger than anything in that organization."
"Even Sesqi, the Angel who founded it…"
"…won't be able to stand against you."
The energy descended.
And entered the soul.
The soul screamed.
Not from pain alone—
But from transformation.
Its existence was being rewritten.
Its limits erased.
Its very nature distorted.
It wasn't just gaining power—
It was becoming something else.
Something unnatural.
Something closer to a cosmic weapon.
Its screams echoed through the void.
But Nikhil just watched.
Smiling.
Enjoying every second.
On Earth
A quiet town.
Morning.
The sky was clear.
Peaceful.
Ordinary.
A boy stood on the street.
He had dark hair, long enough to cover his eyes.
His face was calm.
Handsome.
He looked no older than twenty.
He stretched slightly and looked up at the sky.
"Uhh…"
His voice was casual.
"…why are there two suns?"
Above him—
The sky had changed.
There were two suns.
One was the normal sun.
Bright.
Warm.
Familiar.
The other—
Was something else.
A dark-purple sphere of burning energy.
Twisting.
Pulsating.
Alive.
The air itself felt heavy.
Reality trembled.
Something had descended.
Far above—you
The transformed soul opened its eyes.
No longer human.
No longer sane.
No longer free.