the beginning of the plan and its execution

Me: Before we commence, I am curious. Just how many of these foundations or bases exist?

Rythmeus: There are numerous foundations scattered throughout the vast expanse of the multiverse. Some of them can be found right here on Earth.

Me: I see... Well then, let us proceed with our preparations.

As time passed, Rythmeus and I meticulously readied ourselves for the upcoming venture. We concealed our identities, obscured our faces, and in due course, we stood fully prepared. The time had come to set our plan into motion.

1 DAY HAS PASSED

A day has elapsed, and at long last, the moment arrived. Rythmeus divulged that there exists a base concealed beneath the desert, hidden deep underground.

Both Rythmeus and I remained within the palace, making our final preparations.

Me: So... the time has come. Let us proceed to the location.

Rythmeus: Certainly.

We departed from the palace, opting against teleportation, desiring to embark on the journey ourselves.

After a few minutes, we arrived in the vast expanse of the desert, traversing its terrain on foot, quietly making our way towards the designated spot.

Rythmeus: The hidden base should be just a few meters away from here. However, we must remain cautious as there are guards patrolling the vicinity. Some of them are divine beings from higher planes of existence.

As we continued our journey, an intriguing entity caught our attention. It appeared to lack a conventional physical form, possessing something beyond the ordinary realm of perception. Nevertheless, I found myself capable of comprehending its essence, regardless of its unconventional appearance.

???'S POV:

As I stood guard at the entrance of the base, I noticed the arrival of two figures—an enigmatic human and a god. However, something about them seemed unusual. I couldn't discern the human's face, as if obscured by numerous shadows, and their presence eluded my senses. Similarly, the god accompanying them seemed to possess abilities that concealed their divine aura.

Perplexed by their peculiar nature, I addressed them cautiously.

Me: Identify yourselves and clarify your purpose here.

LIRAN'S POV:

As the entity inquired about our presence, I stepped forward to address them directly.

Me: Greetings.

???: Why have the two of you ventured here? Do you seek entry into this base?

Me: Indeed, there are matters within this base that I must uncover. I seek answers.

???: Answers regarding what?

Me: That is not your concern.

???: Well, if you refuse to divulge your true intentions, I cannot permit you entry.

Me: I assure you, I have no intentions of causing harm or destruction. I simply need to engage in conversation with certain individuals within this base. It is still none of your concern. Allow us passage.

???: No, if you wish to proceed, you will have to face me.

Rythmeus: Liran... the being before us is a "judge."

Me: Are judges even supposed to be present in this base?

Rythmeus: It is rather unusual to encounter a judge here, but considering their numbers, it is not entirely unexpected for some of them to be present.

Despite the judge's warning, I continued advancing towards them.

Judge: Do not engage in foolish actions. You still have the option to leave with your companion.

Me: Challenge me.

I swiftly evaded the judge's attempt to push me.

Judge: ?!

Me: You'll need to step up your game.

The judge: !!!

The judge attempted to strike me with a punch, but I adeptly evaded the attack.

Undeterred, the judge unleashed a flurry of punches, one after another, yet I deftly evaded each and every one of them.

The judge grew increasingly perplexed as their blows failed to find their mark. Every movement, every punch, was anticipated and effortlessly avoided.

THE JUDGE'S POV:

The judge: How is this possible? Every strike, every blow, evaded effortlessly! It defies logic! Each attack surpasses the bounds of time itself!

Yet this mortal... this enigmatic mortal, effortlessly sidesteps every assault! Is he truly a mere mortal? Who is this being?

In an attempt to gain insight, I halted my punches and sought to delve into the mortal's mind, but my efforts proved fruitless. Even my attempts to alter reality, crafting a narrative in which I triumphed over him and continued guarding this place, were rendered ineffective.

This situation... it surpasses my comprehension.

RYTHMEUS'S POV:

As I observed the battle unfold, I was utterly astonished.

Liran effortlessly evaded and neutralized every attack the judge unleashed. The judge, a being transcending the constraints of space and time, a being surpassing the infinite hierarchy of dimensions in this universe, proved powerless before Liran. Liran possessed abilities that perceived reality as a mere story, rendering the judge's might inconsequential.

Even my own manipulative powers, capable of influencing the course of events, proved futile in aiding Liran. His existence, his essence, and even more, were impervious to any form of power that could be used against him. His very presence nullified our abilities, rendering them ineffective.

Liran stood as a force unparalleled and beyond our comprehension.

LIRAN'S POV:

Me: What's the matter? Can't even lay a finger on me? Your powers seem feeble against me, don't they?

The judge: Silence.

The judge, in a final attempt, aimed a powerful strike at me, only for it to be effortlessly dodged.

Rather than retaliating, I simply allowed the judge to continue their futile efforts.

The judge: How is this possible? I possess the ability to manipulate reality as if it were a story under my control... And yet, I remain unable to make contact with you?

Me: You're deluding yourself.

THE JUDGE LOST THE PSYCHOLOGICAL BATTLE.

The judge: ?!...

The judge crumbled to the ground, perplexed and defeated.

Me: We all possess our own stories, thoughts, perspectives, and views on life. However, I too have my own narrative, my own purpose that I must fulfill.

I have no desire to engage in combat with you. There is no need for a fight, as it is not my intention to fight you.

Just allow us to proceed.

The judge: Hm... well, you have indeed surpassed me and made your way past my defenses. I must admit, you are an intriguing being.

I shall grant you passage.

With that, the judge disappeared, as if they had never been there.

Rythmeus and I found ourselves back in the desert, the judge's presence no longer perceptible.

Rythmeus: I must say, I am thoroughly impressed by your abilities.

Now, let us venture into this base.

Me: Certainly.

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