With a simple snap of my fingers, I restored everything to normal. Reality shifted and changed, the very fabric of the void itself resetting to a state before the cataclysmic battle had taken place. In that instant, it was as if nothing had ever happened, the concept of fiction and Metilda's defeat being erased from existence.
I raised my hand, shouting out in an absolute voice, "Absolute Existence Creation!" In that instant, a wave of energy emanated from my hand, and the void began to shift and change once again. A new reality began to take shape, one in which Metilda was recreated, more powerful than ever before, transcending even the very concept of existence and non-existence itself.
As the reality reformed, Metilda materialized before us, her powers and abilities beyond anything that had come before. It was as if she was no longer bound by the limitations of reality, no longer restricted by the laws of the universe. She was, quite simply, unstoppable.
I receive a notification from the narrative framework of Metilda's existence, displaying her current status. According to the data, her power level is beyond anything I have ever seen before, surpassing even the concept of existence and non-existence. Every cell, every molecule of her very being is imbued with an absolute divine power, making her truly godlike in nature.
Full Name: Metilda Frost
Title: The Boundless Paradox of All Realms
Race: Paradoxical Transcendental Entity
Age: Beyond Time, Space, and Concept
Aura: An overwhelming, incomprehensible presence that transcends all laws, creating rifts in the fabric of existence and non-existence simultaneously
Conceptual Paradox → Exists simultaneously as all and nothing, making her impossible to comprehend or predict.
Unbound Omnipotence → Her power transcends all known and unknown limitations, including the very idea of omnipotence.
Boundless Reality Shift → Alters the very foundation of existence and non-existence without restriction, creating or destroying entire realities at will.
Existential Nexus → Her presence permeates all timelines, dimensions, and potentialities at once, while being absent from them simultaneously.
Beyond Creation and Destruction [∞] → Instantly rewrites the fabric of reality or erases it entirely, with no distinction between creating and destroying.
Temporal and Spatial Absurdity [∞] → Moves through time and space in an incomprehensible manner, making her untouchable by any force or being.
Infinite Reconfiguration [∞] → Alters any aspect of existence or concept to fit her will, even changing the laws of the universe.
Voidless Rebirth [∞] → Reconstructs herself even if erased from all existence or non-existence, perpetually regenerating beyond any concept.
Omnipotent Paradox [LOCKED] → Unlocks her true form, transcending all forms of power, rendering her invincible and incapable of being understood, controlled, or surpassed.
As I read through her status, I could barely believe what I was seeing. She was truly a being unlike any I had ever encountered before, beyond the very concept of reality and existence itself. The sheer power that emanated from her being was so intense that it was almost overwhelming. I could feel the very fabric of my own being trembling in her presence, as if her power was so vast and incomprehensible that it surpassed even the laws of the narrative framework itself.
I took a deep breath, taking a moment to come to terms with the situation. I had created her like this, made her more powerful than anything else in existence. It was as if I had unleashed a force that even I could not fully comprehend. But at the same time, I could not deny the awe and reverence I felt for her, knowing that she was now my subordinate, a power beyond all others that was subject to my command.
I offered her my hand, looking her directly in the eyes. "You are now my subordinate," I said, my voice firm and unwavering. "You will follow my commands and serve me in whatever capacity I see fit. Your power and abilities are now at my disposal." I could see a flicker of shock and disbelief in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself and nodded her head in agreement.
She took my hand, her grip firm and steady. I could feel the overwhelming power that surged through her body, the sheer force of her being almost palpable. As she looked at me, there was a hint of subservience in her gaze, as if she had accepted her new status as my subordinate and was willing to submit to my will.
I looked around the arena, taking in the desolate sight. There was no one to announce a winner, no one to witness the incredible battle that had taken place. For a moment, I felt a sense of frustration at the lack of recognition, but at the same time, I also felt relief at the fact that no innocent bystanders had been caught in the crossfire. The power that we unleashed had been so destructive, it was sheer luck that no one else had been harmed.
Angelica suddenly appeared in the arena, followed by the announcer and my parents. The announcer was still unsure who had won the match, his confusion evident. But before he could speak, Metilda spoke up, clearly and concisely.
"It's her," she said, gesturing towards me with her hand. "she won the match. There's no doubt about it."
The announcer cleared his throat, a sense of excitement and anticipation in his voice as he finally declared the winner of the match.
"Ladies and gentleman," he said, "the winner of this epic battle is..."
He paused for a moment, building up the suspense. Then, with a flourish of his hand, he pointed towards me.
"Mona Fry."
My parents rushed forward, wrapping their arms around me in a tight embrace. I could feel the warmth and love in their hug, their pride and joy at my victory clear as day.
Then, Angelica approached me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. Her eyes were filled with admiration and affection, clearly impressed by my performance in the battle ring.
As my parents hugged me and Angelica kissed me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming emotion. It was as if all the pain and struggle of the battle ring had suddenly disappeared, replaced by a feeling of love and acceptance. In that moment, I felt truly cared for and appreciated, knowing that my loved ones were there to support me no matter what.
We were standing outside the stadium, the battle ring now far behind us. In my hands was the trophy, a gleaming symbol of my victory. My parents were with me, my father staring at the check in my hand with envy and desire.
He couldn't help but drool a little as he looked at the amount, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "That's a lot of money," he said, his voice filled with envious admiration.
My mother rolled her eyes at my father's reaction, clearly used to his extravagant desires. "Don't be so greedy," she said, gently slapping him on the shoulder. "This money is for our daughter, not for you to waste on frivolous things."
My father made a fake hurt look, rubbing his shoulder exaggeratedly. "I can't help it," he said, his tone only half kidding. "That check is calling to me, its siren song luring me to spend every penny."
I could see the connection there, chuckling at the realization. My father's envious nature was evident in his reaction to the check, his desire to have and spend the money far outweighing any concerns about practicality or responsibility.
He had a habit of coveting material possessions, always wanting more and more, no matter how much he already had. It was as if his desire for wealth and status was an unquenchable thirst, a relentless force that drove him to constantly seek out new opportunities to satisfy his cravings.