End of book

Charlie floated in the dark void of space, his body surrounded by a faint blue glow that radiated power. Despite appearing small and fragile compared to the massive enemy warships around him, he was untouchable, invincible. Any weapon, law, or technology that came against him was simply erased, as though the universe itself refused to act against him.

With a single thought, Charlie could make energy vanish, matter dissolve, and even fundamental laws cease to exist. The very idea of harming him was laughable. He raised his hand, aiming his palm toward a battleship far to the left, barely visible in his peripheral vision. With the faintest motion, he waved his arm, as though brushing dust off a canvas.

The effect was instantaneous. The battleship began to collapse in on itself, piece by piece. The outer deck, the heavy artillery, the intricate inner workings—all of it broke apart. Metal twisted, machinery crumbled, and then everything disappeared entirely, leaving nothing behind but empty space.

Charlie continued his sweeping motion, and the next battleship disintegrated, followed by another, and another. Each ship, no matter how advanced or reinforced, vanished with ease. The enemy fleet, once a symbol of their civilization's power and technological brilliance, crumbled like fragile sandcastles swept away by a rising tide. 

It wasn't just destruction—it was erasure. Every ship was wiped clean from existence, as if it had never been built. No debris remained, no explosion marked their end. The enemies aboard those ships felt no pain or fear. Their annihilation was so swift and complete that they simply ceased to be.

The void of space, once filled with hundreds of glowing warships and bustling activity, was growing quieter, emptier, as the fleet disappeared one ship at a time. The enemy's most advanced technology, created over centuries, was reduced to irrelevance. Their mighty weapons and defense systems, hailed as unstoppable, proved useless against the power Charlie wielded so effortlessly.

The remaining invaders didn't even attempt to resist. They couldn't. Unlike when they had fought Superman, where at least a shred of hope had kept them moving, here there was none. They realized, deep in their hearts, that running was pointless. Even if they fled to the furthest edges of the universe, Charlie could reach them. To someone like him, the very concept of distance was meaningless.

In moments, the fleet was gone. All that remained was silence and the faint glimmer of cosmic dust floating where the ships had once been.

The bishop, the leader of the invaders, watched from his command center. He had tried everything, deploying every weapon in their arsenal, from conventional missiles to their most secret and experimental technologies. None of it had made the slightest difference. Still, he hadn't expected it to. From the moment Charlie appeared, the bishop had known they were doomed.

Yet he wasn't ready to give up entirely. There was one final move to make.

The bishop activated the church's most dangerous and mysterious weapon: the time-space wave. It wasn't just a weapon—it was their ultimate creation, a force that could warp the fabric of reality itself. The wave erupted with terrifying energy, expanding outward in a swirling vortex that bent time and space, dragging everything into its chaotic center. 

Charlie, standing at the epicenter, felt himself being pulled in. The force of the wave was immense, like a raging river carrying him into its depths. For a moment, it seemed as though he was spinning uncontrollably, caught in a torrent of time and space. 

Images began flashing before his eyes, faster than he could process. He saw temples floating in the starry void. He saw Green Lantern battling armies of aliens, their clashing lights tearing across the heavens. He saw the Avengers fighting on a field of floating islands against a horde of unstoppable enemies. 

Then the images shifted. He saw himself—sitting at his computer, clicking on a game icon. Time seemed to rewind and loop, showing scenes from his past, present, and future in an endless stream. It was as if the entire history of his existence was being played back to him, faster and faster, until it became a blur of moments.

But even as the wave swirled around him, Charlie felt calm. He realized he wasn't truly trapped. Instead, he was standing outside it all, watching as though it were a movie. The time-space wave, for all its power, was nothing more than a ripple in the vast ocean of his reality.

Beneath his feet, he could see the river of time flowing endlessly. Each droplet in the river shimmered, carrying a story, a possibility, a version of himself. Some versions were familiar, others strange, but none of them truly defined him. He realized now that he was beyond them all.

With a thought, he reached out and touched the river. Time itself bent to his will. He could change any moment, rewrite any story, or erase any event. Even if he were destroyed in every timeline and every universe, it wouldn't matter. He was no longer bound by such things.

The river disappeared, and the vortex collapsed. The starry void returned, calm and silent as if nothing had happened.

The bishop, still watching from his ship, bowed his head. "I lost," he said simply. There was no bitterness in his voice, only a quiet acceptance. 

"To be defeated by someone like you," he continued, "is an honor. You are what we always aspired to become—a true god of technology." 

As he spoke, the bishop's body began to dissolve into light. In seconds, he was gone, leaving no trace behind. The church's fleet, their weapons, and their legacy vanished completely.

Charlie floated alone in the vast emptiness, the faint blue glow of his body the only light in the darkness. He looked down at his hands, the power radiating from them so immense that it felt unreal. After all the challenges, all the struggles, he had finally reached the pinnacle.

For the first time, he felt peace. 

But it wasn't quite over. 

"Sir," Friday's voice broke the silence, "a large number of energy signatures are approaching. It seems… they're the gods of the star realms." 

Charlie smiled faintly. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll reason with them." 

With a thought, he appeared before the gods. Their forms were immense, majestic, radiating power. They stared at him, their expressions a mixture of shock and wariness.

The conversation was tense at first. The gods, bound by ancient rules, insisted that technology must never advance to the level humanity had achieved. The Earth's progress was a violation of these rules, and by their judgment, it had to be stopped.

But Charlie wasn't bound by their rules. With a single thought, he rewrote them.

The gods hesitated, then silently turned and left, their objections erased as easily as the enemy fleet had been.

Once more, Charlie was alone. He turned his gaze toward Earth, a small blue planet shining brightly in the vastness of space. It looked fragile yet filled with limitless potential. 

For the first time, he could rest. 

The journey was over. The marathon had ended. There were no more enemies to fight, no more crises to solve. 

Now, he was finally free. 

(End of the book.)

[TL Note... WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]