Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Paper World

**Imana** led Astraylius through the portal, and suddenly, they found themselves in a vast expanse of pure white. The emptiness stretched out infinitely, devoid of any landmarks or boundaries. Astraylius squinted, trying to make sense of this strange place.

"Welcome to the **Paper World**," Imana said, her voice echoing in the void. "Here, imagination is your power. Your thoughts shape reality, and the rules are unlike anything you've ever known."

Astraylius frowned. "But what about the **Will of Infinity**? We thought it was invulnerable."

Imana chuckled. "Ah, the Will of Infinity. A clever creation, indeed. But here, it's as fragile as a paper boat in a storm. You see, omnipotence cannot create another omnipotent being. It's a paradox—a limitation even for the most powerful entities."

Astraylius pondered this. "Then why are they called omnipotent?"

"Because they hold power beyond our comprehension," Imana replied. "But true omnipotence remains elusive. Perhaps it's the same reason humans grapple with their existence."

"Existence?" Astraylius raised an eyebrow. "Some believe God created us, while others think we created God. Neither side has definitive proof."

Imana nodded. "Exactly. Humans are a paradox themselves—**strange creatures** caught between belief and doubt. They wield **Infinity** to measure the immeasurable, count the uncountable. Their minds dance on the edge of reason and madness."

Astraylius gestured at the blank canvas around them. "And this place?"

"**Level -1.0**," Imana said. "The lowest rung on the **Kardashev Scale**. Here, imagination births worlds, and thoughts weave tapestries of existence. But beyond this lies the **Omega Force Civilization**, where beings transcend matter and energy. Their imaginations are unrivaled, creating realms beyond comprehension."

Astraylius marveled at the concept. "So, what's the purpose of this Paper World?"

Imana smiled. "To remind us that reality is but a fragile parchment. Our stories, our dreams—they shape the cosmos. And perhaps, in this boundless whiteness, we find answers to questions unasked."

Together, they stood in the emptiness, two souls exploring the edges of creation, their thoughts echoing across infinity.

*In the Paper World, where imagination reigns, Astraylius and Imana wove tales of cosmic wonders, their connection stronger than any force known.* 🌌✨

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**Astraylius** drifted into a dream, the veil between reality and imagination thinning. In this ethereal realm, he encountered a being—a reflection of himself, yet adorned with cosmic hair and attire. The being's garments shimmered like galaxies, and upon its brow rested a crown, twin dragons entwined, clasping an orb adorned with the symbol of infinity wearing the earrings same like dragon holds infinity in their mouth. Astraylius stared, both awed and wary.

"You are a child of two gods," the entity intoned, its voice echoing through the astral void. "Yet, you remain weak against the cosmic tide—a mere black dot among celestial beings."

Astraylius clenched his fists. "Born perfect, you say? Then why do imperfections gnaw at my soul?"

The being's eyes glimmered. "Perfection is a mirage. You grow worthless as you question your purpose. But listen, Astraylius: your existence is not for camaraderie or heroics. You are a cog in the cosmic machinery."

"Why?" Astraylius demanded. "Why am I here?"

The entity's laughter echoed like distant supernovae. "Imagine if someone slew Imana—the second strongest. Would you remain unshaken?"

Astraylius hesitated. "No, but—"

"But fear grips you," the being interrupted. "And therein lies your weakness. Fear of loss, fear of inadequacy. You are strong physically, yet mentally fragile."

"What must I do?" Astraylius asked, frustration boiling within him.

"Seek the **Emperor of Cosmos**," the entity whispered. "Valdovas—the name resonates with the Will of Infinity. He alone can save all realms."

"But Valdovas…" Astraylius struggled to grasp the enigma. "What is he? A ruler? A deity?"

The being's eyes held galaxies within. "He defies understanding. His dominion transcends reason. Seek him, unravel the cosmic tapestry, and perhaps you'll find purpose."

As the dream waned, the entity stepped back. "I depart, Astraylius. Remember: existence is both fragile parchment and boundless cosmos."

Astraylius awoke, his heart racing. Beside him, Imana stirred. "What did you dream, my husband?"

He hesitated, then whispered, "Of gods and an Emperor named Valdovas."

Imana's eyes widened. "Valdovas? The cosmic enigma?"

Astraylius nodded. "We journey beyond imagination, Imana. To find answers, to save all realms."

Together, they stepped into the waking world, their destinies entwined like twin dragons against infinity.