[Welcome, Host, to the EX-Rank Valley of Villey.]

[Villain Title: The Overruler.]

[Name of System Space: The Silent Beyond.]

The words shimmered into existence not like normal system messages, but like something else entirely this time. The notification panel wasn't the usual transparent blue hologram. No. This time it appeared as a full, deep-black screen, like a window carved directly from the universe itself. Tiny stars flickered across it. Wisps of cosmic dust drifted lazily within the letters, giving off faint glimmers of purple, blue, and gold. Each word sparkled as if made from broken fragments of galaxies.

It looked… divine.. Like an notification formed from the cosmos itself.

But Razeal couldn't admire it.

His hands were still crushing against both sides of his skull, fingers trembling as they dug into his hair. His face twisted, strained, breathing harsh and ragged. His emotions were still surging like a volcanic storm inside his chest overcrowded, overflowing and suffocating.

He didn't even have room in his mind to process where he was.

Because right now all he could think was

Get it out. Shut it off. Stop it. Stop it. Stop

Then suddenly..

"Why are you clutching your head like that? Stop overreacting wil yaa.. You're all Fine."

A voice.. Clean calm and totally Majestic.Yet not loud rather, it felt like it rested above reality, as if the words themselves descended from a higher plane.

Razeal froze.

The moment the voice reached him, everything inside him ..every emotion, every overwhelming storm, every intrusive thought simply… dissolved.

Just totally vanished.

As if someone reached into his chest, grabbed the chaos, and snuffed it out in an instant.

His breath evened out his heartbeat slowed and his trembling stopping.

His mind went still Peaceful and Clear.

So shockingly calm that even he was caught off guard.

He slowly let go of his head, blinking dumbly.

His eyes widened a bit.

What… the hell…? Just hearing that voice had undone everything he was to the point it felt unreal.

His emotions weren't just suppressed they were gone, like they had never been heightened in the first place. His body felt like he had woken up from a nightmare he couldn't even remember now.

He didn't understand it but someone had fixed it. And he needed to see who.

He slowly lifted his gaze

And only then realized he wasn't standing in the tavern room.

He wasn't standing anywhere he knew.

He wasn't even standing anywhere possible.

His eyes fluttering up...

Because all around him

above him, below him, to every direction

there was only the stars.

He looked upward endless blackness filled with swirling stars and floating clusters of light.

He looked left more stars, galaxies curling like spirals of molten color. He looked right nebula streaks of purple and blue drifting like divine paintbrush strokes across reality looking behind him supernovas exploding silently in the distance.

And then he looked down.

He lifted a foot cautiously

Tap.

There was something under him Solid. Firm. Like glass or metal.

But it was invisible.

Underneath the transparent floor was a massive glowing star, burning in white-blue brilliance. Yet somehow, impossibly, he felt no heat. No pain. It was as if the distance, though visually close, was millions of miles away despite appearing beneath his feet like a reflection.

What is this place?

He turned slowly.

Space shouldn't look this beautiful. Nothing natural aligned this perfectly every star placed like an artist crafted a masterpiece. Colors mixed too precisely threads of cosmic dust forming shapes, lines, symbols like some divine being arranged them intentionally.

It felt like a painting come to life.

"It is beautiful, right?"

The voice came again this time from right beside him.

Razeal jumped slightly, startled.

He snapped his head to the side.

A woman stood next to him.

Out of nowhere. As if she simply appeared between one breath and the next.

She was… Different.

A strange, surreal kind of beauty that didn't feel mortal or even logical.

Her hair was pitch black not plain black, but a blackness so deep it looked like the void of space itself, stretching down almost to her feet, strands swaying soundlessly as if gravity didn't apply to her.

Her skin was pale no, not pale, luminous, like moonlight carved into flesh.

But her eyes.. her eyes

It was like there was an entire cosmos inside them.. Like literally

Actual swirling galaxies, stars glinting and drifting, dark voids moving like slow tides. It was as if each eye contained its own universe alive, deep, ancient.

Just looking into them made his mind quiet... Made everything about existence feel insignificant.

She stood at about 5'7 yet her presence felt so monumental it was like she towered over reality itself.

It was like looking at something far, far beyond anything your mind could ever fully understand… yet somehow you still wanted to look at it. To explore it. To dive into it. Just staring at the woman was giving Razeal a weird, indescribable feeling something he had never felt in his entire life.

Not admiration, Not beauty, Not fear or awe just something else entirely.

It was the same feeling a person gets when they suddenly think about space… about stars… about galaxies and endless darkness and endless light and endless unknown all existing together… that weird, overwhelming feeling that makes you think you're some kind of important being for even daring to imagine something so vast. The kind of feeling that makes you believe you're special, smart, unique just for understanding for a second how huge the universe is.

That exact impossible feeling crawled over Razeal's entire body. His chest tightened, his mind stilled, and suddenly every single thought he always had swirling in his head just… stopped. Silent. As if someone pressed pause on his brain.

He wasn't in a trance because of her beauty or wasn't captivated because of her face not charmed.. seduced or impressed. It was just.. because she felt incomprehensible.

Something the mind knows it shouldn't be able to understand… but still tries.

One look at her, and his whole consciousness… just froze.

Every reminder, every thought that always keeps inside his skull do this, do.. this and that, be strong, think ahead all of it died out. Forgotten. Muted. His entire being focused only on her. Like everything else became irrelevant.

A surreal feeling. A beyond-words kind of feeling. A feeling that no dictionary or poem could ever explain.

And she just stood there, casually talking like none of this was strange.

"I put them in that place," she said suddenly, her voice echoing softly in the space around them. "One interesting thing about galaxies is that they have almost all colors. When we see them… they appear in almost every shade. Except some of the pure neon ones like bright green, pure violet, neon pink, bright cyan like Whatever?"

She waved her hand as if brushing the cosmos aside.

"So to make this view look beautiful for myself, I didn't get those colors. Well… I could've just colored the galaxies myself if I wanted to. But instead, I created full galaxies just for those colors anyway. Don't ask me why. What difference does it make?" She shrugged like creating galaxies was a casual hobby. "But one thing is sure. They look beautiful. It's one of the most beautiful things I've created… like something I worked hard on. Makes me happy. I'm very artistic."

She smiled proudly, still staring at the star fields around them.

"And don't say I'm spouting nonsense like ofcourse i know about wavelengths expansion and whatever else. Who cares. It's fucking cool." Her mouth just kept going, words flowing with ease, like this was her favorite topic in existence.

She was… like a chatterbox. The type that likes to brag about creating literal galaxies like they were homemade crafts.

"Umm… you listening?" she asked finally, noticing he still hadn't reacted. She turned toward him fully, her cosmic eyes narrowing.

Razeal who had been trapped in that trance snapped back into reality. Like someone violently ripped him out of a dream.

His entire body jolted as if waking from some eternal illusion. Every cell in him jumped. He flinched so hard he actually stumbled backward feet tripping over nothing to and fell right onto the invisible floor.

He blinked rapidly, confusion flooding his face.

His breathing uneven. His brain trying to piece together what the hell just happened.

"Huh… what… what happened?" he muttered, looking around like the whole universe suddenly shifted and he hadn't gotten the memo.

His gaze flew toward the cosmic scenery surrounding him. The impossible aligned galaxies. The perfect blend of colors. The giant star far, far below. All those things he assumed were some kind of illusion or system-creation.

But then her words echoed again in his head.

'I created galaxies.'

'I aligned them.'

'I put this place together.'

And suddenly

WHAT?? His mind got confused for a second.

He turned to look at her.

Then at the cosmic landscape.

Then at her again.

Then at the galaxies one more time.

He repeated this like three times before imaginary question marks basically started floating over his head.

His mouth slightly open, his face holding pure "wtf is going on" confusion.

He felt straight-up dumb.

Like extremely dumb.

Like "I'm standing next to something I don't have the brain capacity to understand" dumb.

"Well… seems like you're not the smart one," the woman said finally, tilting her head at him. Her voice carried that cosmic calm again, almost judging him but not maliciously just observing. Like she was examining a tiny, confused animal.

She slowly walked toward him, her long black hair trailing behind her like liquid night, stopping only inches from where he'd fallen. She looked down at him silently, her galaxy-eyes studying him as if trying to find something special inside him. Something worth noticing. Something worth recognizing.

Razeal stared up at her.

She stared down at him.

Neither spoke.

The universe around them hummed quietly, endless and alive, while the two of them just looked at each other for a long minute or two neither blinking, neither breaking the strange, thick atmosphere between them.

"Heyy… there." finally… Razeal said, still on the floor, his voice sounding strange and almost awkward as it left his mouth. He kept staring up at the scene before him, feeling something so weird that even he couldn't name it. It wasn't oppressive like someone's strength crushing him. No, nothing about this felt like battle pressure. This was different. Much weirder. Almost like… intelligence pressure? Something bigger, higher, greater than his existence pressing down on him in a way he didn't even understand.

It felt like he shouldn't be here. Like the entire place was politely telling him, you don't belong in this room. A feeling someone would have when they've lived their whole life in a small village, seeing cows and chickens and bad manners, and then suddenly they're shoved into a meeting hall filled with millionaires, kings, presidents of the strongest countries, and some mythical CEOs who didn't even look at normal people.

That choking awkwardness.

That confused discomfort. The silent "why the fuck am I even here?" crawling up his spine.

He felt exactly like that.. misplaced and uncomfortable as hell even though he didn't show it outwardly except in his tone.

Still, he said it anyway, because he had no idea what else to do. "This is… just weirdly uncomfortable."

"My name's Tongue. You can call me that," the woman said, tilting her head slightly, just a tiny angle, but enough to give her that unnerving aura of someone who has seen everything and still feels bored. She looked down at him silently, her cosmic eyes not blinking even once.

"My name's… Raz.." Razeal began, trying to introduce himself, though a small part of his mind was already thinking how weird her name was. Tongue? Seriously? But before he even finished the first half of his own name, she cut him off like his voice didn't matter to the fabric of reality at all.

"I know. I've already read your memories."

Her tone didn't change, but something small flickered inside her expression after saying that.. like a tiny processing delay as if she gained something new just after speaking. Then she raised one eyebrow up, her head tilting again, studying him like an artist staring at a flawed painting.

"Ohhh… so your name is Razeal. Well, Razeal Virelan. But you've given up Virelan? Or you just don't like it being attached to you anymore." She squinted slightly ."And ohhh… ohhhhhh… you have interesting and so undeserving things happened to you in your life." She blinked. "Hmmm. Quite frustrating Weirdly enough."

Her words hit him strangely, like something in between mockery and pity.

Razeal frowned slightly, rubbing his temple with annoyance. "Why does everyone always want to read my memories whenever I meet them…?" He sighed deeply as he stood up slowly. He didn't even bother trying to hide how fed up he was. Honestly, he didn't care anymore. His memories were like old garbage whoever wanted to dig through them, go ahead, eat your rotten shit.

It wasn't like there was anything worth seeing there anyway. Pain, betrayal, more pain, misunderstandings, and some more pain. A very badly directed movie. He wondered why anyone wanted to watch that.

But still… she was weird.

Like, very weird.

Her expressions were so obvious. Too obvious. When she said "I know", her face clearly looked like she didn't know yet like she was lying without reason. But after she said "I've already read your memories," that was when her expression changed the micro second shift that told him she had just received them. Then she acted like she always had them. It looked stupid, yet too expressive, but also unsettling..

"Everyone likes to read about your memories?But I didn't see anything like that in your memories," she said, shrugging like his entire existence was a mildly interesting book she half-read. "Well, must be in those dark spots I can't access. But whatever. Who cares." She waved her hand dismissively. "And yes. Whatever you are thinking it's exactly like that. Something like that."

Then she placed her hand on her hip and spoke casually, as if explaining the most normal thing in the world.

"Well, to not confuse you, I'll just say I have a power… which is very simple. Whatever I say comes true. Or becomes true. Or was true. Or will be true. Honestly, I don't know. It just works like that."

Tongue nodded slowly at him, like a messy teacher explaining a complicated concept with the least helpful explanation possible. "Don't complicate yourself."

Razeal opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened again but no words came out. "That's…" he couldn't finish.

Everything comes true whatever she says? Like that?? Just like that?? No restrictions?No ritual? No sacrifice? Just words??

He scratched his head, fully confused, eyebrows tightening as he tried to force his brain to process this nonsense. It didn't help. His brain refused. There wasn't even a good example he could think of for something so bizarre.

"What do you mean?" he finally managed, looking at her with actual confusion, as if his mind had temporarily stopped functioning.

"I mean… in just simple way," Tongue continued, her voice casually floating around the star-filled space like she was explaining how to peel an orange, "anything that comes out of my mouth becomes true. Like when you came here? You were uncomfortable as hell, acting weird, clutching your head like some brainworm was trying to crawl out, looking like something was crawling under your skin whatever it was. And I simply said you are fine. And you got fine. Just like that. And then… obviously I didn't know your memories before that. I didn't. I literally had zero idea. But I said I already read your memories… so I read your memories. That's it. My words come true. Simple." She nodded again, like she was stating some house rule about not wearing shoes on the carpet.

Razeal paused… hard. He just stared, trying to take that information in, but his brain was already screaming at him that this was too much. Too big. Too nonsense totally logic-breaking.

System… she's not bullshitting me, right??? Razeal asked in his head, genuinely unsure if this woman was insane, divine, or both.

[She isn't.] The system immediately replied [You wanted to see what EX-ranked beings look like? Well, congratulations, host. Here it is. Something beyond comprehension, beyond logic, beyond every normal law you know. She has an EX-ranked ability.. Logos~. Her words manifest reality itself. Every word she speaks becomes real. It can override fundamental reality, rewrite laws of existence, destroy them, create them whatever she states becomes the truth. For example, if she says "there is no gravity," then there will be no gravity. And that is one of the core laws of reality.]

Razeal blinked, something between disbelief and irritation crossing his face. You seriously? he asked the system again. This seemed so unreal to him that it felt like the system was trolling him.

[There are only ten of these beings, host. In all realities. All realities combined. You should already understand what that means. These beings are above reality, above existence, above law itself. You should be honoured you are standing in front of one.]

Razeal didn't know what to think. The more he tried to wrap his mind around it, the more his head felt like it was melting. There were too many possibilities. Too many consequences. Too many what-ifs. Too many "if she says this then what happens?".

Just imagining having this kind of power made his thoughts spiral so intensely that he shook his head hard, refusing to think further before his sanity exploded.

"Umm, alright…" he finally said, raising both hands up as if telling her to stop throwing metaphysical bombs at him. "So you're the strongest person I've ever met." He sighed. "And well… you've already read my memories, so you should already know why I'm here, right? Will you help me?"

He didn't even try pretending he had something to offer. He literally had nothing worthy of offering to her. She could create galaxies for fun what could he give? A thank you? His body? Some coins? Helping her clean her cosmic floor?

No, the only thing he could hope for was pity.

Pure pity. Maybe she had a good heart hidden somewhere in her cosmos-filled chest and would help him out just because she wanted to.

"You are delusional," Tongue said instantly, but she didn't stop walking toward him. Yet, even while insulting him, her voice carried the tone of someone amused. "But ohhh… the things you have inside you are interesting. Lemme see it closely, will you?"

She completely ignored the part about "help me," treating it like the wind.

Razeal just stood there, letting her come closer. Not that he could run. Not that running would even help. She would simply say "stop," and reality itself would grab him by the collar.

He just stood still, letting her do whatever she wanted, mentally preparing himself for the worst or the weirdest. Because when it came to beings above reality, worst and weirdest were probably the same.

Tongue reached out and placed her fingers lightly against his forehead. Her fingers twitched slightly, like she was trying to pull out something very delicate and very stubborn.

At first, nothing happened. Then suddenly, dark fog thick, eerie, heavy fog began seeping out of Razeal's forehead. Slow at first. Then more. Like a shadow being drawn out of his soul. It swirled and twisted, forming shapes that almost looked alive before compressing into a darker, more solid form.

It then slowly condensed, becoming heavier and more defined until

FWOOMP

It solidified completely into the ominous, dark book she now held gently in one hand. The aura of that thing was sinister as ever.

Tongue clasped it, resting it casually in her palm as if it weighed nothing, even though its presence alone felt like it could crush worlds.

"Book of Eventual Evil, huh?" she said, almost amused. "Pretty dark stuff in here."

She began flipping through the pages as if rereading an old diary.

Razeal stared at the book, completely confused. It just came out of his head. Literally out of his forehead like it was a USB drive. And she just extracted it casually, like pulling a cookie from a jar.

But what surprised him more was that she recognized the book instantly.

"You… you know about the Book of Eventu??"

Razeal asked with confused tone as she flipped through page after page with the casualness of a bored scholar.

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