Ethan Reed stood at the precipice of the dimensional rift, his gaze piercing through the swirling sea of infinite bubble-like realities drifting in the Great Void.
With his newly unlocked Multiverse Rank-1 status and ten million raw conceptual attributes, the laws of space and time were nothing more than clay in his hands.
His eyes locked onto a specific parallel bubble. It was a universe nearly identical to his own, yet its temporal frequency was slightly shifted.
"Cassandra," Ethan murmured, his voice echoing with a multi-dimensional resonance that caused the liquid starlight around his boots to ripple. "Look there."
Cassandra Vance stepped forward, her dark silver cosmic armor pulsing with absolute-zero energy. She focused her silver gaze on the bubble where Ethan was pointing.
Her eyes widened as the cosmic data streamed into her mind. "My Lord... that is an alternate version of Earth. But its timeline... it’s lagging behind ours by six months."
"And look who is still alive," Ethan said, a dangerous, pitch-black abyss swirling in his pupils.
Through the dimensional window, Ethan saw a run-down, cramped slum apartment in the Outer District of an alternate city. Sitting at a wooden table was a younger version of himself, staring in absolute despair at his F-Rank talent awakening notification.
But across from him, healthy and smiling, were his alternate parents—the very parents who had died in a dungeon raid in Ethan’s original timeline.
Currently, the door of that alternate apartment was being violently kicked open.
A group of heavily armored hunters wearing the crest of a multi-continental superpower guild, the Hyperion Syndicate, stepped inside, drawing blades and demanding immediate debt payment while mocking the alternate Ethan’s garbage utility talent.
Ethan’s original parents were being shoved into the dirt, while a high-level Hyperion young master laughed, lifting a heavy boot to step on the alternate Ethan’s face.
"They are about to make the same mistake my world made," Ethan whispered, a cold, ruthless smile splitting his face. He reached out his right hand, gripping the empty air.
[DING! Activating Multiverse Sovereign Protocol: Dimensional Rift Cross!]
[Locking onto Parallel Coordinates: Earth-Alternate-772...]
[Deploying Concept: Sovereign Descent!]
With a single fluid twist of his wrist, Ethan tore open the fabric of the multiverse.
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In the cramped, dusty living room of Earth-Alternate-772, the air was thick with the scent of cheap nutrient broth and burning sulfur. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
"Grovel, you F-rank piece of garbage!" sneered Young Master Derek of the Hyperion Syndicate, his Level 45 A-Rank gold-plated armor glowing with solar mana.
He kept his heavy boot suspended inches above the face of the terrified, Level 1 alternate Ethan Reed, who lay pinned to the floor. "Your parents owe our syndicate ten million Credits. Since you awakened a trash delivery skill, your whole family is officially corporate slave labor!"
The alternate parents were pinned against the wall by two Level 50 B-Rank bodyguards, blood leaking from their lips. "Leave him alone! Take us instead!" the father screamed in desperation.
"Shut up, old man!" one bodyguard barked, raising a heavy iron fist to smash the father’s jaw.
But before the fist could connect, time inside the apartment completely froze.
The roaring solar mana radiating from Derek’s armor instantly snuffed out, turning into a dull, dead gray.
The air temperature plummeted to absolute zero, causing thick, crystalline frost to violently lock the bodyguards’ limbs in place.
BOOM!!!
The ceiling of the run-down slum apartment did not just crack; it completely dissolved into an endless, terrifying void of swirling, multi-colored galaxies.
Two figures descended from the cosmic tear, floating slowly down into the dirty room.
Cassandra Vance landed first, her snow-white hair drifting in zero gravity, her Level 130 Cosmic Champion pressure silently cracking every piece of alloy armor the Hyperion hunters wore.
Behind her stepped Ethan Reed. He wore his dark-matter trench coat, his hands casually tucked inside his pockets, his posture relaxed.
However, his raw ten-million-attribute presence was so massive that the tectonic plates of the entire alternate planet began to violently vibrate in terror.
The alternate Ethan, still lying on the floor, stared up at the sky in absolute, paralyzed horror. He looked at the cosmic entity descending from the heavens—and realized the monster looked exactly like an older, god-like version of himself.
"W-Who... what are you?!" Young Master Derek shrieked, his knees violently slamming into the wooden floor as Ethan’s passive gravity field crushed his solar mana into nonexistence. He couldn’t lift his head; he couldn’t even draw a breath.
Ethan didn’t draw a blade. He didn’t look at the trembling young master. He looked down at the Level 1 alternate version of himself lying in the dirt. New chapters come out on g.com first.
He reached into his dark-matter pocket and pulled out a single, low-grade item: an F-Rank basic iron sword worth 5 Credits. He casually tossed it into the alternate Ethan’s hands.
"Take it," Ethan’s voice echoed like a multi-layered divine prophecy through the alternate boy’s mind. "Consider it a gift from the end of the timeline."
The moment the F-rank sword touched the alternate Ethan’s hands, the newly evolved Multiverse Sovereign Protocol exploded across Ethan’s retinas with world-shattering speed.
[DING! You have successfully gifted 1x ’Trash-Grade Weapon’ to an alternate version of yourself in a parallel timeline!]
[Triggering Multiverse Return Multiplier... Calculating... CONGRATULATIONS!]
[You have triggered the legendary 10,000x Multiverse Return Capped Multiplier!]
[The alternate Earth’s reality framework has been forcefully synchronized and consumed by your domain!]
[You have received the 10,000x Multiverse Rewards:]
•—1x Core of a Parallel Reality (Universal-Grade Evolution Material)!
•—100x SSS-Rank Cosmic Soldier Seals (A legion of loyal Level 150 cosmic guards deposited into your System Space)!
•—Your Multiverse Rank has broken through: Multiverse Rank-1 -> Multiverse Rank-5! Base Attributes: 10,000,000 -> 50,000,000+!
BOOM!!!!!!!!
A pillar of pure crimson primordial energy shot out from the system, violently expanding Ethan’s domain across the entire alternate universe.
At fifty million base attributes, Ethan could now erase whole dimensional sectors with a single blink.
He slowly turned his bottomless, pitch-black eyes down toward the groveling, terrified Hyperion Young Master.
"You wanted to step on my face?" Ethan whispered, a cold, ruthless smirk breaking across his features as the space inside the room began to fold inward. "Let’s see if your entire multi-continental syndicate can survive a single casual tap from my pinky."