The moment Elias's hand, shimmering with the raw power of Quantum Annihilation, made contact with Zorak, a profound, multiversal phenomenon occurred. It wasn't a violent explosion or a brilliant flash of light. It was a silent, fundamental release. For eons, multiversal level beings like Zorak had hoarded and imprisoned a massive amount of Multiversal-level energy within his Dantian. This energy, stolen from countless consumed universes and conquered realities, was a fundamental part of the cosmic fabric. It was a captive ocean, a bound truth, and when Elias unmade Zorak, that ocean was finally released. As the law state energy can be created or destroyed but only transformed from one state to another.

Across the boundless expanse of the multiverse, a silent, joyous hum resonated. It was a sound that only beings who had transcended Galaxy levels could hear, a feeling that only the cosmos itself could express. Fragmented laws began to knit themselves back together. Distant, dying galaxies, once drained of their essence by Zorak's parasitic existence, felt a subtle surge of life. The multiverse itself felt a profound relief, as if a great, ancient debt had been repaid. It was overjoyed, not by Zorak's death, but by the liberation of its own stolen essence.

This phenomenon was the first sign. The second was the profound, universal shock.

A few minute earlier.

On a distant, secluded cosmic ark, a group of Multiversal Beings watched the entire duel through their powerful scrying arrays. They had gathered for what they assumed would be entertainment—watching an upstart get humbled by one of their peers.

"Vex'thul, pass me that Singularity Wine you've been brewing at the center of Kepler-442's black hole," one being, whose form resembled a constellation of dying stars, called out casually.

"Hell no, Mor'dain," Vex'thul, a entity of living shadows, replied with a laugh that echoed across dimensions. "Do you have any idea how many epochs it took for that vintage to reach proper fermentation? The gravitational time dilation alone—"

"Oh, come off it," interrupted Zy'kara, her crystalline form chiming like cosmic bells. "You've got seventeen barrels of the stuff. Share a bottle with old friends."

"Fine, fine," Vex'thul grumbled good-naturedly, manifesting a bottle that seemed to contain compressed starlight. "But you owe me a favor when the Andromeda Spiral completes its next rotation."

"Deal. Now quiet down, you two," said Neth'var, the eldest among them, his ancient voice carrying the weight of witnessed eons. "The battle's starting. I want to see how this Elias fellow handles his first real challenge."

They had seen the arrogant defiance, the shocking beatdown of the five envoys, and the summons to the Omega Void. They were expecting a spectacle, perhaps a prolonged battle between equals.

but.....

"He's toying with him," Mor'dain had remarked when Elias first manipulated Zorak's attacks, taking a sip of the precious wine. "Bold move for someone at his level."

"No," Zy'kara corrected, her crystalline facets refracting the scrying array's light. "He's not toying. Look at his technique—he's correcting Zorak's power like it's an error or a mistake."

"That's... unusual," Vex'thul mused, his shadow form rippling with interest. "Most newly ascended beings rely on raw power. This one seems to understand the fundamental principles."

But their casual commentary died the moment Elias raised his hand with that tiny, impossible singularity.

"Wait," Neth'var whispered, his ancient consciousness recognizing something terrible. "That energy signature...it cant be..... that's not a sealing technique."

"Of course it's not," Mor'dain laughed, still not comprehending what that attack was. "Sealing's the standard method. You trap them, hunt down their backup souls across a few epochs, boring but effective—"

The laugh died in his throat as Elias touched Zorak.

And Zorak simply... ceased.

A cold, absolute silence fell over the watching Multiversal Beings. Their minds, processors of cosmic data, simply froze. They could not compute it. A being of their caliber, someone who had transcended causality and existed across multiple dimensional layers, had just been erased. Not sealed. Not temporarily banished. Erased.

"He... he's gone," Vex'thul whispered, his shadow form flickering with sheer disbelief. "I can't feel his conceptual echo. His backup souls scattered across multiple realities... they're all gone."

Mor'dain's stellar form dimmed as comprehension dawned. "That's impossible. We've been around for epochs. I've seen Reality Masters before—even the ones approaching 100% comprehension don't just... delete someone like that."

Zy'kara said numbly, her crystalline structure resonating with shock. "That attack... it reached backward through Zorak's entire existence. Every moment he ever lived, every backup he ever created, every fragment of his essence scattered across time—all of it just got retroactively erased."

Neth'var, who had witnessed the birth and death of countless universes, slowly set down his own cup. "I haven't seen a complete ontological erasure in over 847 epochs. We all thought that level of mastery was a myth, something only the Dimensional Realm beings could achieve before they ascended beyond our understanding."

"But he just..." Vex'thul's voice trailed off.

"He just proved it's not a myth," Mor'dain finished grimly. "And he did it casually. Like swatting a fly."

The implications hit them all at once. Their casual gathering, their jokes about wine and favors owed across cosmic time scales, suddenly felt trivial. They were apex predators who had grown comfortable in their supremacy, secure in the knowledge that even if killed, their backup souls would ensure eventual return. Sealing was an inconvenience. Death was temporary.

But complete ontological erasure? That was permanent. Final. Terrifying.

"We need to send word," Zy'kara said quietly. "Every Multiversal Being needs to know. This... Elias Vance... he's not just another ascended cultivator."

"What do we even call this?" Vex'thul asked, his shadows writhing with unease. "It's been so long since anyone achieved this level of Reality mastery that we don't even have proper terminology for it."

"We call it what it is," Neth'var said solemnly. "A warning. This being just demonstrated that our immortality—our fundamental assumption of continued existence—is not as absolute as we believed."

A collective sigh, a sound like the grinding of cosmic gears, passed through the group of Multiversal Beings as they contemplated the implications of Zorak's erasure. Neth'var broke the silence, his voice a low, heavy hum. "But wait, that being won't like it when he comes out of seclusion." His words caused a ripple of unease among the others. "Yeah," the shadowy entity agreed, its form writhing slightly. "They're sworn brothers." Vex'thul sighed. "Ahhhhh, I guess this epoch won't be peaceful at all." Mor'dain shrugged his non-existent shoulders. "Well," it said, a cruel, amused glint in its eyes, "at least we get to watch some interesting fights."

The news, carried by the shockwaves of their disbelief and hurried communications across dimensional barriers, spread like a cosmic wildfire. It went from the highest echelons of power to the lowest rungs of society.

In the Universal Hub's bustling marketplace, a group of young, cocky cultivators who had been streaming the fight on their scrying tools simply stared at a black screen. "What just happened? The feed went dead... but the Multiversal Being's aura... it's completely gone. Did he... did he actually do it?"

A low, trembling voice answered, "hey, don't you feel that the density of qi of this area has improved, the cosmic energies that were being siphoned... they're flowing freely again. He really defeated Zorak—he erased him so completely that reality is healing from his absence."

Across all universal alliances, federations, and hidden sects, the name Elias Vance became synonymous with an unprecedented, terrifying power. It was no longer a name associated with an ingenious business model. It was the name of a being who had achieved what most thought impossible—complete ontological mastery over existence itself.

Within the Great Cosmic Library, a repository of all knowledge and lore, ancient beings who had witnessed the birth of universes scurried in their endless halls. They were updating records that hadn't been touched for nearly a thousand epochs, adding new entries to classifications they had thought obsolete. The name Elias Vance was being added to their most restricted index—not the forbidden one, for this power was not inherently evil, but the one reserved for beings whose capabilities transcended normal universal constants.

Amidst this universal chaos, Elias Vance remained entirely calm, perhaps even apathetic. The Omega Void, a place where a being could lose themselves to infinite nothingness, was for him simply a place of work. A job had been completed. He simply opened a portal, stepped through, and was back in the familiar, comforting hum of his shop's sub-level. He had a schedule to keep.

Kaelen was at the counter, her expression as serene as ever, processing an influx of new orders. She felt the ripple of cosmic shock, saw the panicked faces of their employees and the fear in the eyes of their customers, but she did not falter. She simply continued her work, an anchor in the storm of chaos.

Elias walked over to her, his clothes undisturbed, his expression completely unbothered.

"Everything is in order?" she asked, a small, knowing smile on her face.

"Yeah, its been settled." Elias replied, his voice flat and factual. "We wont be seeing anyone like that again. Take care, I got things to do." He gave her a kiss on her forehead. Before he disappeared on this spot, kaelen heard a message in her mind, "Don't worry i haven't forgotten my promise to you. I will be back soon." Kaelen face turned red when she remembered the promise of him giving her a child. The workers didn't notice anything as there were still in shock from watching the battle.

He then returned to his daily activities, as if the "battle" was merely an inconvenient interruption to his schedule. He resumed his management of the pill business, watching the Luminite accumulate at an even faster rate now that their reputation had soared to terrifying new heights. He went back to his private chamber, to his holographic charts and equations, silently and meticulously delving into the Laws he could combine. His recent enlightenment had given him a new, terrifying level of insight into reality itself. He was now a 90% master of the Law of Reality and had a 12% grasp on the enigmatic Quantum Law. There was so much more to learn, so much more to compute.

The universe might be reeling, its foundations shaken by a demonstration of power that hadn't been seen for nearly a millennium, but Elias Vance's routine was unshaken. His goal was not fame, not power, not conquest. His goal was understanding. The accumulation of Luminite was merely a tool, a means to an end. The complete erasure of a Multiversal Being was simply a logical consequence of an illogical act. The cosmic shockwaves were just background noise, a distraction from the real, far more fascinating work that lay ahead.

Somewhere in the dimensional barriers between realities, Multiversal Beings who had lived for epochs beyond counting were having very serious discussions about whether it was wise to continue existing in the same multiverse as Elias Vance. The smart ones were already making contingency plans. The stubborn ones were still trying to convince themselves that what they had witnessed was somehow an illusion.

But the wine never lied. And Vex'thul's Singularity Wine, aged in the temporal distortions of a black hole's event horizon, had recorded every quantum fluctuation of Zorak's complete and utter erasure from existence.

The message was clear: a new apex predator had emerged, and the old rules no longer applied.

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