What am I? You’ll Never Know.

Author's note: So, after quite a long hiatus, I figured out the direction I want to take my story. A few small details have been changed, with the most important one being below. SPOILER ALERT: Just skip if you haven't read yet and don't want spoilers. The MC losing his memory is no longer part of the novel. I decided that, given what I wanted to do in the future, it's wouldn't be a good idea for something like that to happen. Author’s note: I once had a bad dream. I went to my dad and told him I had a bad dream, and that I was scared. He told me: “Imagine something so strong that it can beat all of your bad dreams so that you don’t need to be scared anymore.” That’s where the mc comes from. ………. “Good vs. Bad? Black vs. White? Hero vs. Villain? Holy vs. Evil? Protagonist vs. Antagonist? That’s all beneath me. I am the one who aids those who fight the world. I am the one that provides revolutionaries with their power. I am the one who empowers those who defy reality and imagination. I am the one who overpowered the god of power. I am the one who outsmarted the god of knowledge. I am the one who created more than the god of creation. I am the one who killed the god of death. I am the one who scared the god of fear. I am the one more evil than evil itself, more good than benevolence. I am the one more false than a lie and more true than a truth. I Am The King.” “You think you have the ability to betray me because you created the one true god? Good. Amazing. Finally, I can relieve a little more of my boredom. Then, most powerful one, come at me.” And that was the day…that The King, who created the one true god, returned. And then… “You…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?” was defeated “What am I? You’ll never know.” by ??? . . . What am I? That’s a good question. Unfortunately, even if i told you, you wouldn’t be able to understand. Normally that implies that there’s someone, something, or even nothing out there that would be able to understand, but that cannot be described as the case. Confusing to listen to, right? Well, it’s because even though there are an infinite amount of things that the human brain can comprehend and express, it can neither comprehend nor express me. In fact, even The King, whom you can also say is unable to be comprehended or described, could not grasp me. However, I gave myself a name. That is... (Book Cover is MC)