Back on the side of existence, there was little left of the eighteen True Realities.

With Nia unleashing her relentless onslaught, Ouroboros set free, and the other heirs making their moves, the devastation was immense.

Now, only two remained—Reality Four, the strongest of them all, and Reality One, the oldest.

Yet even now, Reality Four seemed dangerously close to joining the others in ruin, as if some force strong enough could gaze into the literal void between the True Realities.

This void was no mere stretch of space—it was something older, more primal than even Nonexistence and Existence themselves.

After all, even those two needed a home, didn’t they?

And if one could see it, they would witness billions of beings—some towering thousands of feet high, others spanning light years—surrounding the Reality... or perhaps more accurately, breaking their way in.

Nia stood at the forefront of the breaking line, her long black hair whipping wildly in the chaotic winds generated by the collisions.

As mentioned before, they weren’t fighting but rather breaking into Reality. It was guarded by something far more primal—a barrier born from a blend of Existence and Nonexistence itself.

The barrier was a massive, ever-shifting wall of pure conceptual opposition — one side glowing with radiant, life-affirming light, the other an absolute, devouring void.

It was not created by the Reality but born from the fundamental idea that separated what is from what is not.

Nia watched it with a serene, almost gentle smile on her face, clutching her katana "Ashy" tightly against her chest.

She spoke to herself softly, her voice carrying a sweet, obsessive lilt that contrasted sharply with the cataclysmic scene unfolding around her.

"This final Reality... it must crumble completely before I can give my Ashy his nice surprise. He’s been working so hard... he deserves something perfect." She said as she began to... ramble.

"A Reality made just for him. In his image...

Every verse shaped like his silhouette, every galaxy flowing with his favorite colors, every sky painted with the exact shade of his eyes when he smiles at me..."

Her dark eyes softened dreamily as she hugged the katana tighter, swaying slightly on the spot.

"I’ll make it so beautiful... so perfect... only he and I will truly understand it. And maybe the other whores... but mostly me. Yes... mostly me."

She giggled softly to herself, completely lost in her fantasy for a moment, cheeks flushed with obsessive affection.

Not far away, the Gambler stood frozen among the ranks of the Eternal Guard.

He had stuck with the legion ever since his own Reality had been devoured — partly out of loyalty, mostly out of survival instinct.

He stared at Nia with wide, horrified eyes.

One moment she was the terrifying Reality Devourer — cold, merciless, commanding legions that erased entire worlds without hesitation.

The next moment she was... this.

Yapping about "Ashy" like a lovesick schoolgirl, hugging a katana and daydreaming about making an entire Reality in his image.

And.... there was no in-between.

The Gambler felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine.

’She’s insane... completely, terrifyingly insane,’ he thought, shivering at the memory.

’One moment she’s wiping out existence itself, the next she’s giggling about her husband like he’s the center of existence. And here I am, stuck trailing after her...’

Nia suddenly snapped out of her daydream, her expression shifting back to cold, focused calm in an instant.

She raised her hand, the black sun on her forehead flaring brightly.

"Oh, break the damn barrier already girls!"

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And while Nia was preparing to lay claim to yet another reality, within the oldest Reality.

A little girl with long black hair, stark red eyes, and pale skin skipped cheerfully through a grand, ancient domain.

Her small bare feet made almost no sound on the polished obsidian floors as she moved.

She held a lollipop in her hand that swirled with colors that didn’t exist in any normal reality — shifting between deep crimson, void-black, and faint golden threads.

Hum Hum Hum

She hummed a soft, innocent tune under her breath, twirling once in a playful spin that made her long black hair flow behind her like liquid night.

She continued skipping along the grand corridors lined with towering pillars that seemed to pierce the heavens themselves, until she stopped at the entrance of a vast circular chamber.

Inside, hundreds of beings — powerful Ancestors, ancient entities, and representatives from various factions across the oldest Reality — were gathered in a solemn circle.

They knelt with heads bowed, hands clasped in a ritualistic pose, their voices rising in a low, harmonious chant that echoed through the chamber like a prayer... yet it was more than that.

It was a summoning.

Their voices blended together, reverent and desperate:

"O Lord of Gifts... hear our call..."

"The one who grants what the heart seeks most..."

"Bestower of desires... Granter of the impossible..."

"We beseech you... appear before us..."

The little girl stood poised at the entrance, her head tilted with an almost disarming innocence as she observed them, the lollipop still resting between her lips.

At the sound of their calls and the sight before her, a faint, knowing smile curved upon her face.

With deliberate grace, she advanced a single step.

In an instant, the rhythmic chanting ceased.

A palpable shift filled the chamber as every being became acutely aware of her presence.

Heads rose in unison, eyes widening with a potent blend of awe, trepidation, and reverence as recognition dawned upon them.

The little girl with long black hair and stark red eyes — perhaps the most infamous being in all Realities.

Minx.

The Lord of many things... but right now, the Lord of Gifts.

With a playful glint in her crimson eyes, she slid the lollipop from her lips with a gentle pop, the sound punctuating her air of mischievous innocence.

She let her gaze sweep over the crowd, taking in every expectant face before tilting her head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at her mouth.

"You called?"