Chapter 633: Bet against eternity (epilogue of the prologue, part 2, END) (2/2)

Taking one last look at the vast plain, now fully free of others, I took a deep breath of the local, fresh air. Filling my lungs for a moment to experience this simple pleasure of having a physical body…

I breathed out, tearing my body apart and turning it back into nothing more but a cloud of mana. With that done, the last step of the plan was about to commence.

Relocating my central self to one of my copies outside of an extremely huge vortex of mana, I looked down the fissure of the space that my actions created. Located comfortably right at its bottom, was the very planet that I prepared for the heroes.

Surrounding the vortex, a gentle mist of my energy. It would serve as an alarm clock for my consciousness once somebody would manage to break through the barrier of the worlds that I was about to erect.

Because in the end, if I just moved everyone across the universe, at most, they would invent spatial travel. And that was something so simple that I didn't even need to think about it while moving through space fissures.

What I needed, was a method to cross through the barrier of the universe, the same that separated me from Eve. The same barrier that used the unrelenting forces of time and force to bar me from entering the paradise of my own.

Shaking my ephemeral head, I looked down on this paradise planet for the last time, before activating yet another vortex of mana. Creating both of those space fissures sapped my strength to the point that the communication with the further copies of mine ceased for a moment when I was doing so.

But ultimately, my objective was accomplished. With just a gentle push, I slightly realigned the space, pushing both of the fissures on top of each other. Leaving that paradise planet right in the middle of the greatest congregation of mana that ever existed in this universe… I let all the constructs go from my hands. With both fissures merging, that paradise planet was effectively outside of my entire universe, all the while being bathed with the greatest stream of energy that would be ever possible.

Soon, my copies started to disintegrate. Deprived of the source of energy to power them, they would use their last bits of meaning to push the last set of data forward, only to disappear from the system right after that.

Bit by bit, this process continued to accelerate. As all the magic in the entire universe continued to sink into this monstrous vortex of mine, what used to be a universe filled with my copies, nothingness and only then the matter, was now turning into a universe where no magic or copies of mine could survive.

A small distance away from the main vortex, another, smaller one continued to grow at a slow pace. By every galaxy worth of magic that its big brother would suck, it would grow by a grain worth of it. But as the ages continued to pass in this world, as the magic started to recede even from the regions of the universe that I was pretty familiar with, it contained enough energy to establish a net positive flow.

This was the last countermeasure and the trump card in the bet I was making. Not only it would serve as a small engine endlessly producing energy to sustain the bigger fissure, but it would also fulfil its role as my grave.

By the time the last galaxies were stripped of their magic, my consciousness already lost all of its insane potential. Under the burden of the information greater than what a quantum computer could ever store, I felt extremely sluggish.

Once even the magic that made up my semi-physical appearance in this universe lost itself to the vortex-oriented flow, I felt as if I was falling into a long-deserved slumber.

The magic in the smaller vortex where my true core was stored was more than enough to sustain my life for basically eternity. Even more so for the magic within that merged vortex, now slowly rotating in the very middle of the entire universe.

I would wake up only once something or someone would infringe of the slight mist of materialised magical energy would be disturbed. Only then would it instantly activate, pulling on whatever was coming out from the paradise planet, waking me up from my slumber at the same time.

Only once this would happen, would I break the vortex, releasing the magic back to the universe.

But then, rather than letting it get wasted by the empty worlds, I would simply use it to finally obtain my greatest wish. The wish that I couldn't fulfil by myself.

That was my bet against eternity.

And so I fell asleep.