On the last day of the future, time had stopped…forever.

In a spacious space. An almost endless place.

There were an infinite number of entities. All of them shared the same source. They were one man. Every version of him across the infinite multiverse and across time.

Chronos. Jata Akil’s son.

In the middle of this endless space stood the only visible soul body of Chronos. All the others were just composed of awareness.

This particular Chronos sat on a golden throne and wore a resplendent golden robe.

“It is time to start. I demand your attention.” The Golden Robed Chronos then murmured.

Immediately, the deafening cacophony of the conversing awarenesses stopped and they all turned to the Golden Robed Chronos

“First of all, I thank you all for visiting my Prime Universe.” The Golden Robed Chronos said as he still kept his eyes closed. He continued, “We’re here to discuss our next course of action. The Crimson Star God Maccius…we all know how it ends. We’re just lucky that he doesn’t have acces to time or else we wouldn’t even be able to even think of fighting back.”

One awareness then said, “Tell us. Whose fault is it that we must all face mass extinction for the second time?” It seemed angry and it was a common feeling shared among everyone staring at the Golden Robed figure.

The Golden Robed Chronos then released a sigh, “It is my fault. I admit it for the last time. But we’re at an impasse now. Is it really the moment to drag me through the mud for something I did out of helplessness?”

Another awareness then said, “The Requiem System was your idea. There were an infinite number of us, but only you thought of playing God which ultimately gave birth to two crazed entities. You should now understand that our father is special. He is just as dangerous as the Crimson Star God and you gave them both the means to end all of space and time. You can’t put out fire with fire. Ultimately, if we even survive the Crimson Stargod, our next course of action will be to contain our father and the pandora box of a system you coerced us to help you make and that you so generously gave him.”

“What a waste of space we are. We decided to call ourselves the Time Wardens because we are the only Stargods of the Time Source. Protecting time and everyone from other small time time travellers. We are also included in that equation. We may be the same person, but we are independent. So, instead of yanking at each other’s beards out of frustration, I suggest we find a solution and fast, even if we have infinite time in this place. That’s our only advantage. Infinite Time. Which our enemy doesn’t have.” an awareness said.

An awareness then chimed in, “I have an idea. Why don’t we keep using our only trump card. Our father. We can still deal with him when everything is done…and if we control the narrative, we can make sure that he doesn’t turn out bad, which is our primary concern. Most of his reincarnation do not have a specific goal for when and if they happen to stand above all creation. So we will give him one. A goal….and then there will only be one entity above us that isn’t against us.”

The Golden Robed Chronos then opened his eyes for the first time, “I was also planning on going in that direction. As for the so called goal, we’ll just show him what awaits him in the future. And of all the reincarnations of my father, only Damon Kaze has a morbid fear of death…at least he is the one to work hard to avoid dying than any of his powerful reincarnations who are mostly passive in nature. But how do we go about it? We already gave him the Star Blood and he still lost in the future. What more can we even do?”

The previous awareness then said, “We can do more. Like giving the recent version of the Requiem System as well as the Star Blood to all of the Damon Kaze of the Multiverse. When the big fight happens, an army composed of a nigh infinite number of our father will be more useful than just sending one of them.”

“Are you mad? You must be, because that’s the most ridiculous idea I have ever heard. You want to give the Crimson Dragon more food? What do we do if he becomes strong enough to break the Time Source Barrier. There won’t any past or future by then…and then he will go after the other Megaverses out there. He’s already unstoppable as we speak, I can’t even imagine what he’ll be after digesting every Damon Kaze we send after him. ”

“Yes. Don’t listen to his madness. We must find another way.”

“How about we seal him? Oh…never mind, there’s no seal strong enough to do the job.”

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…

Seeing that it wasn’t taken seriously, the awareness that had given the idea of multiple Damon Kaze, then said, “It would be impossible with the current version of the Requiem System. What I mean is that we even the ground between the two fighters a little bit.”

“What do you mean?” The Golden Robed Chronos then asked.

The previous awareness then said with a chuckle, “I only have one word for you all. Olorun.”

Letting it sink into their minds and they fell into silence, the previous awareness felt smug.

The Golden Robed Chronos then said with light in his eyes, “‘Trinity’ it is then. I see what you mean, but I’m going to need all of you to pull this off. What we’re about to create…its result will be at least stronger than the power output of a Source.”

The Golden Robed Chronos then stood up and waved his hand forward. A formless power travelled across space and time as one awareness after another turned into its own soul body floating in the air.

An infinitenumber of Golden Robed soul bodies ofthe same Chronos appeared.

“From now on, we’ll go into hibernation, we’ll let our younger selves do the work. The new realities that will be created from this will be the key to our salvation.” the main Golden Robed Chronos said.

“Let’s reboot Damon Kaze’s origin.”

[A.N. : End of the timeskip.

See you guys in my new reboot of this novel called :

Requiem System : Trinity.

The story will continue where we left off in the last chapter soon.]