The Lord of Another World: All Wasted at the Beginning, and He Made His Fortune by Taking in the Fem

The power of stars is essentially a remnant of the power released when the universe was first born.

Planets were formed by these forces, and space and time were established by these forces—and it was on the basis of these forces that the miraculous 'life' came into being.

But what is the significance of that enemy that devours concepts in this universe?

"Thirty seconds left."

Why does it devour different 'concepts' and erase real-world things from the universe?

The enormous tentacles were constantly slashed down by the sword light, and the terrifying artillery fire was forcibly deflected by the flashing barriers... No matter how unreasonable the attack was, it was completely stopped by the women who fought hard.

But they were really just barely managing to hold on.

"Space-time converges. Concepts converge."

With the support of surging star power, the dark abyss in the sky has been quietly gathered into a pale golden domain.

The barely perceptible barrier did not directly oppress it, but rather quietly severed the connection between this space-time and other regions.

This was the last solution Aarons could come up with—once the area containing the 'fragment' was gathered together, the planet could banish this 'foreign object'.

Even if the planet's power alone cannot drive the 'fragments' out of the galaxy, it can buy time for humanity in this world to develop interstellar travel technology.

However, Aarons, who maintained the barrier with his own power, will also be banished from the planet along with the barrier.

"...Ten seconds."

Spacetime has been severed, and the separated reality has begun to become an obstacle—even the fragments of a god that prey on concepts cannot immediately cross the rift in nothingness and escape the trap specifically prepared for it.

Without external interference, this unwinnable battle will end in the blink of an eye.

As long as everything goes as planned—

"Five, four, three—"

However, the final countdown came to an abrupt end here.

The last thing Aarons saw with his human eyes was a dazzling light that emanated from somewhere outside the sealed-off area, forcefully piercing through the isolated space-time and suddenly bursting forth with supreme power in front of him and the others.

—It's as if a highly condensed life has released a fleeting moment of brilliance here.

【Why--】

Then, the hollow echoes that had stopped began to ring out again.

"That's...no..."

The boundless abyss sensed the presence of that radiance and immediately recognized its true nature.

—The condensed life force is no different from the pure star power.

Therefore, the bottomless abyss seemed to be driven by instinct, launching an uncontrolled final predation on everything around it.

And so, everything shrouded in the pitch-black sky vanished from reality without any meaning whatsoever.

……

—They all disappeared.

Like the end of the world, nothingness descended, a void where nothing could survive... No, even 'nothingness' itself still possesses the existence of 'concepts'.

And here nothing exists... it is a place where even meaning cannot be found, pure and simple.

So... who am I?

But within this abyss, which symbolizes the end of the universe, there exists a wandering "alien object".

A 'consciousness' that is already fragmented and whose very existence is difficult to prove.

What should I do?

—Nothing matters.

This is the origin of the universe's birth and return, a chaotic abyss from which singularities are born, beyond the reach of observation and proof.

There is no time, no space, no concept, no thing, no meaning to existence.

This is the origin of the world (reality), a place without beginning or end.

No… there are still things to do.

—You have nothing left.

Your existence has disappeared from reality, and the records you left behind will be erased by the corrective force.

This last fragment of consciousness was nothing more than a final lingering attachment (obsession) entangled by a tiny karmic connection.

We must pay a price... in exchange for what is precious.

Everything you once cherished is gone.

Even if you give up all your remaining longing, you can't get anything back.

Your "present" has no price to pay.

No, even without the 'present,' I still have—the 'record' (the past) and 'destiny' (the future).

—Do you really want to make this choice?

Abandon your past and future, rewrite the predetermined ending, and embark on an endless pilgrimage.

Are the "things" you're trying to get in return really worth such a price?

Yes, I have already made that promise.

—Your wish has been conveyed.

You who rewrite destiny, fabricate reality, and weave miracles; you who pave the way for humanity, you king of primates.

You will pay for your 'past' and 'future,' turning back the 'present' that has already reached its end to the point of divergence, stepping into another unpredictable 'fate'.

No matter the cost, I will keep my promise.

—Then let these costs be forged into your crown.

Then go, go and say a final goodbye to what you've given up.

Then let's think back and recall where that initial connection came from.

Ah, I remember now, I am...

—I am the beginning and the end of all existence.

O you who have chosen to be guided by the bottomless abyss, your journey will not be one of solitude.

So let your fabricated 'fantasy' become a real 'reality'.

……

The capital of the Armand Empire, formerly the Marquisate of Morti.

The recent unexplained weakening and death of humans and Warcraft players has dealt another heavy blow to this country, which was already in turmoil.

The young emperor used all his knowledge and skills, but he could not stop the country from rapidly declining under the fear of death.

Ignorant people flee their homes, only to suddenly collapse... As the magical devices they rely on for survival gradually malfunction, panic evolves into a struggle for survival.

When most people lose the virtues and order of "humanity," all that remains is the savage instinct of the survival of the fittest and lives that are utterly worthless.

"...Why did it turn out like this?"

Within the now lifeless palace, the young emperor and his last few trusted confidants silently awaited their destined end.

"Sigh, perhaps humanity has to pay the price for what it did in the past... Although I personally prefer the Inhumans, this ending is just too painful."

"Does this world have no future?"

"Who knows? Didn't the Covenant Alliance say a few days ago that the heroes have already started saving the world?"

This foreign mercenary leader, who was related to the emperor by blood, knew very well that the slim hope was meaningless.

This empire, which has just suffered a severe blow and has been living in isolation, will be completely destroyed before a hero arrives.

"If the person who was with my elder sister is still alive, they should be able to find a way. Because that person is... Strange? Why... can't I remember that person's name?"

"That person... Damn it, I can't remember them at all! I should have known them well before... But why can't I even remember their name?"

"Something's not right... Did such a person really exist? Could it be... that I'm remembering wrong?"

Memories of "someone" lingered in their minds for only a moment before quickly disappearing.

Records that could no longer be preserved were erased and destroyed, and the corrective power of reality filled and stitched back together the tiny gaps.

However... there is no trace left of a human named ■■■·■■ who ever existed in this world.