The universal orbs descended slowly, drifting like weightless relics through the stagnant air, each one glowing faintly as if harboring a secret. Abyss and King Chaos stood motionless, their eyes locked on the phenomenon surrounding them. The air was heavy, saturated with an unspoken tension as the endless abyss above loomed in oppressive silence.

  From Hegemon, a sudden light erupted—an intense, radiant beam piercing upward into the infinite expanse of the sky. The beam crackled with energy, shimmering unnaturally, as though the fabric of reality itself resisted its existence. One of the orbs veered from its unhurried descent, drawn toward the beam as though compelled by an unseen force. It floated forward, its glow intensifying, until it came to rest just within reach of Hegemon.

  A skeletal hand, shrouded in tattered, shifting cloth, extended from the shifting figure. The hand moved with eerie precision, its bony fingers curling delicately around the orb. The faint hum of power accompanied the gesture, a sound both ancient and mechanical.

  As Hegemon held the orb, his appearance began to shift. The once-pristine white and blue of his jacket inverted, becoming a regal blue accented with white. His black shirt ignited with a deep crimson hue, its lined markings glowing in streaks of vibrant yellow. The glowing “eyes” in his hood dimmed momentarily before reigniting in a vivid, otherworldly purple that seemed to stare into the souls of those around him.

  The transformation wasn’t merely physical. The aura surrounding him thickened, pulsating in waves of yellow and purple, a stark contrast to the Administrator’s trademark blue and red of the Mainframe. It radiated a sense of authority and chaos, an impossible union of control and unpredictability.

  The beam connecting him to the heavens began to distort, flickering as though succumbing to some internal corruption. It glitched and warped, fragments of light disintegrating like shattered glass, until it vanished entirely, leaving Hegemon suspended in the void. He floated just above the ground, his figure exuding an unnatural stillness that seemed to weigh heavily on the scene.

  His gaze, now piercing and enigmatic, turned to Abyss and King Chaos. The air between them felt electric, charged with anticipation and uncertainty. Without a word, Hegemon slowly lowered the orb, his hand releasing it with deliberate care as he set it softly on the ground. The simple act resonated with power, as though the universe itself held its breath, waiting for what would come next.

  Hegemon lingered there, hovering silently, his presence an overwhelming force. The orb at his feet glowed faintly, as if it, too, was attuned to his transformation. The oppressive silence returned, broken only by the faint hum of his shifting aura as he continued to stare at the two figures before him, a harbinger of unknown intent.

  As King Chaos began to raise his hand, Hegemon moved with inhuman speed. With a single fluid motion, he swung his hand upward, unleashing a blindingly fast vertical slash of blue energy. The projectile tore through the air like a blade of light, its velocity defying comprehension.

  King Chaos, caught off guard, barely had time to react. The slash struck him with devastating force, its impact producing a shockwave that reverberated across the void. King Chaos was hurled backward, his massive frame crumpling under the sheer power of the attack. He was sent careening through the air, his body twisting violently before crashing into the ground and skidding across the surface, carving deep trenches in his wake.

  Before King Chaos could recover, Hegemon was already in motion. He appeared far above and behind his opponent, floating effortlessly as a massive beam of concentrated energy began to form at his fingertips. The beam pulsed ominously, growing brighter and more volatile by the second.

  The moment King Chaos’s body came to a halt, Hegemon unleashed the attack. The beam fired with an ear-shattering roar, an explosion of raw energy that illuminated the void with blinding intensity. It struck King Chaos point-blank, launching him at an even greater speed in the opposite direction. His body became a blur as he was thrown across the battlefield, crashing through the terrain like a meteor.

  Abyss stood frozen, his mind racing as he witnessed the sheer disparity in power. His usual confidence was replaced by dread as he realized the truth: if even King Chaos, with his immense strength, couldn’t withstand Hegemon’s newfound might, then there was no hope of resisting. His regeneration, his power—it all felt meaningless.

  Desperation took hold of Abyss as he called out, his voice trembling. “Please! Don’t destroy the universal orbs!”

  But Hegemon didn’t even glance his way. His glowing purple eyes remained cold and unyielding, his focus fixed solely on the battle before him. Abyss’s plea dissolved into the void, unacknowledged and unanswered.

  With a flick of his wrist, Hegemon summoned a swarm of fractured code—twenty jagged shards of glitched energy, their forms unstable and pulsating with erratic light. The broken pieces moved with unnerving precision, streaking toward King Chaos like guided missiles.

  King Chaos, battered and struggling to rise, barely lifted his head in time to see the onslaught racing toward him. Each shard carried the weight of Hegemon’s overwhelming presence, a testament to his power.

  Abyss could do nothing but watch in silence, the crushing realization of their powerlessness sinking in as the battle raged on.

  As King Chaos’s body slowed its relentless slide across the ground, Hegemon appeared above him in an instant, his presence casting a shadow of overwhelming authority. Without hesitation, Hegemon reached down, grabbing King Chaos by the head with a crushing grip. The ground beneath them shattered as Hegemon slammed Chaos’s head into it with brutal force.

  The sound of impact echoed through the void as fragments of broken code—erratic, jagged shards of unstable energy—materialized around them. Hegemon’s hand remained pressed against Chaos’s head as the shards began to pierce the King’s body, embedding themselves deeply into his form. Chaos let out a guttural roar of pain as the fragments stabbed into him, their chaotic energy tearing through his defenses. More shards rained down, striking his back with unrelenting precision, each blow a calculated act of devastation.

  Through sheer force of will, King Chaos managed to lift his head, Corruption trickling from his mouth. His aura surged, and in a final act of defiance, he invoked his ultimate ability: TRUE RESET.

  A wave of shimmering energy burst from Chaos’s form, mending his shattered body and exponentially reinforcing his defenses. His battered frame now radiated a renewed vigor, his defiance burning brighter than ever.

  Hegemon, unfazed, watched as Chaos struggled to his feet. His glowing purple eyes narrowed as multiple smaller beams of light began to materialize around him. With a flick of his hand, the beams shot toward King Chaos, striking him relentlessly. Each impact sent Chaos skidding across the ground, his footing unable to hold against the precision and speed of the assault.

  As beam after beam collided with Chaos, Hegemon’s voice cut through the chaos, calm yet filled with an edge of cold determination. “Since you don’t want to come to your senses normally,” he said, his tone laced with disdain, “I’ll have to beat them into you senseless.”

  Before Chaos could react, Hegemon moved. His body blurred, faster than light itself, as he appeared beside Chaos and grabbed him once again. This time, Hegemon moved with a devastating purpose, the air around them warping as he exerted his will. With one swift motion, he drove them both downward, creating a cracked hole within the fabric of the Abyss itself.

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  The rift pulled them in, swallowing them whole. The oppressive void of the Abyss vanished, replaced by an entirely new realm. As the two figures flew out of the rift, the hole repaired itself behind them, sealed almost instantly by a radiant blend of purple and yellow light.

  The world they found themselves in was unlike anything tangible. Hegemon and King Chaos had entered a metaphysical plane, a reality that transcended comprehension. To Hegemon, the space appeared as an intricate web of pure fundamental values—a space that represented the framework of existence itself. Endless streams of energy, principles of causality, and shifting planes of logic swirled in an awe-inspiring dance around him.

  To King Chaos, however, the world was a stark and terrifying contrast. What he saw was a boundless sea of destruction—an infinite expanse of chaos and ruin. Massive structures, seemingly alive and yet nonexistent in any true sense, loomed in the distance. They were fractured, glitching, and bending in ways that defied perception, an assault on his senses.

  Hegemon raised a hand, his movements deliberate yet almost casual. With a simple wave, he seemed to summon something into being, though it wasn’t truly there in any tangible sense. The creation flickered and warped, existing and not existing simultaneously. Its mere presence sent shockwaves through the space, further unbalancing King Chaos.

  As Chaos continued to float aimlessly through the strange plane, passing through the massive structures that seemed to reject their own existence, he gritted his teeth. Gathering his remaining strength, he opened a wormhole with a surge of power. The portal crackled violently as he disappeared into it, his form vanishing from the metaphysical world and reemerging back into reality.

  Hegemon stood in the strange realm, watching the point where King Chaos had vanished. His expression remained unreadable, his presence unshaken. Behind him, the intricate realm twisted and pulsed, an infinite stage where only his will seemed absolute.

  What felt like an eternity passing within the strange, incomprehensible plane was, in reality, only a few fleeting seconds. Suddenly, a figure materialized before Hegemon, his arrival heralded by a static hum that reverberated through the metaphysical space. Loading stood there, his presence commanding yet laced with an unshakable intensity. His eyes, or what passed for them in this realm, glowed faintly with a pulsating energy, oscillating between hues of cyan and white.

  “How did you manage to get here?” Loading’s voice cut through the dense silence, each word weighted with authority and disbelief. He took a step closer, his tone hardening. “This place was designed to stop anyone from reaching the Mainframe. It is impenetrable, untraceable.” He paused, his glare narrowing. “I’ll ask you again, Hegemon. How did you get here?”

  Hegemon didn’t respond. He floated effortlessly in the strange, shifting space, his figure calm yet radiating immense power. His silence wasn’t one of defiance but of mastery—he had spent what felt like countless years within this space, deciphering the very essence of its existence. The fundamental laws of reality, the intricate patterns of causality, and the latent energy flowing through the Mainframe itself were now his to command.

  As Loading’s questions hung in the air unanswered, Hegemon’s focus remained elsewhere. His glowing purple eyes flicked across the metaphysical plane as he manipulated its structure with subtle movements. Threads of shimmering code bent and twisted at his will, reshaping the environment in ways only he could perceive.

  Loading’s form remained unchanged from his grueling battle with the Administrator. Fragments of cracked code flickered across his body, remnants of a fight that had pushed him to his limits. But to change form now, to restore himself, would waste precious time—time he wasn’t willing to give Hegemon.

  “So be it,” Loading finally said, his voice sharp with resolve. “You’ve forced my hand. It seems I’ll have to expedite my plans.” He pointed a finger at Hegemon, his energy surging as the space around them began to ripple. “You’ll die here, Hegemon.”

  Before the words could fully register, Loading vanished, his form blinking out of existence with a burst of static.

  For a moment, the plane was silent, an eerie calm settling over the surreal battlefield. Then, with no warning, Hegemon’s body erupted in a violent explosion of energy. A piercing shockwave, brighter than anything the plane had ever seen, rippled outward from him. The force of the blast was immense, shaking the entire metaphysical plane to its core.

  The very fabric of the realm quaked under the pressure, its endless structures flickering and warping as though struggling to withstand the overwhelming power Hegemon unleashed. Fractured streams of glowing code scattered in all directions, spiraling out of control.

  The shockwave from Hegemon’s explosive energy sent Loading hurtling backward, just long enough for Hegemon to take the advantage. In an instant, Hegemon propelled himself forward, his hand reaching out and gripping Loading’s head with crushing force. Without hesitation, he flung Loading downward with such velocity that the air around him distorted.

  As Loading plummeted, jagged spikes of broken code erupted from the void, hurtling toward him from every direction. With a flash of cyan energy, Loading twisted mid-air, narrowly evading the deadly spikes. His form blinked in and out of sight as he teleported above Hegemon, reappearing.

  "Let’s see if you can put up more of a fight than your little girlfriend," Loading sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

  Hegemon didn’t respond. Instead, he swung his entire body with precision, releasing a blindingly fast blue slash-like projectile aimed directly at Loading. The sheer force of the attack sent shockwaves rippling through the space.

  But before the projectile could fully form, Loading had already vanished, his speed unparalleled. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Hegemon, a glowing red knife in hand. With a sharp, downward motion, Loading drove the blade into Hegemon’s back. The impact was devastating, sending Hegemon hurtling into one of the massive metaphysical structures surrounding them.

  Hegemon barely had time to recover before the air filled with a sea of glowing red knives. Hundreds, then thousands, materialized around him, their edges gleaming with destructive intent. They closed in from all directions, their numbers overwhelming.

  With flawless precision, Hegemon twisted and maneuvered, dodging the onslaught of blades. His movements were a blur, every dodge calculated to the smallest detail. But as the barrage continued, Loading smirked, raising a hand.

  With a snap of his fingers, countless wormholes tore open in the void. From each portal, glowing blue chains shot out, snaking through the air with deadly intent as they closed in on Hegemon.

  Unfazed, Hegemon raised a hand of his own. A series of smaller, concentrated beams of light formed around him, each one tearing through the chains and knives, creating a path directly toward Loading.

  Hegemon launched himself off the structure he had collided with, his speed blinding as he closed the distance between them. His fist swung toward Loading with devastating force, but Loading was ready. He raised his arm to block, their clash sending shockwaves through the metaphysical plane.

  From behind Hegemon, broken code projectiles shot forward, aiming to catch Loading off guard. Yet, with an almost effortless elegance, Loading parried each one, his movements fluid and precise.

  "Predictable," Loading said coldly, his smirk unwavering.

  But before Loading could make another move, Hegemon gestured sharply. A beam of yellow and purple light erupted point-blank from his hand, striking Loading directly. The impact caused a momentary paralysis, and Loading’s confident demeanor faltered for the first time.

  Caught off guard, Loading snarled. “I should have expected this,” he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.

  Hegemon wasted no time, firing a second beam immediately after. The energy tore through the space, glowing with unmatched intensity. The knives and chains continued their approach, but just before they could reach Hegemon, the second beam struck Loading directly.

  A brilliant white light consumed Loading’s form as the energy disintegrated his entire body. The chains and knives vanished in an instant, dissolving into nothingness before they could reach their target.

  Hegemon floated in the aftermath, his aura blazing and his presence commanding. The metafield around him was eerily silent, the remnants of the battle slowly fading into the infinite expanse. He glanced toward where Loading had stood, his expression unreadable.

  "Predictable," Hegemon finally murmured, with a voice suddenly rining out from the distance “You do realize I have to make a new body everytime one of you destroy it.”