I drew on a power from within. I didn't know how I found it, just that I did. I forced through the suppression. I looked down at myself. I sensed something had changed. Energy went faster. I was stronger, faster, all of that.

I was diamond-category.

I forced all my strength into my arm, and I smashed the emerald-category. Yes, I used pure strength to one-hit an emerald-category.

I ran around, killing emerald-categories, and even weak topaz-categories. When I killed a mid topaz-category, I reached platinum-category. The insights helped my Moksha. I soon formed a Moksha forest.

It was surreal.

I fell into a trance. I was soon sitting at the peak of ruby-category, waiting to push into jade-category. I forced the mana together. It was done. I was jade-category.

The realm itself wrapped a tight band, forcing me up. I flew into the air.

"Today, I ascend to the great jade-category. Fifty years ago, I was a mere child. Now, I am jade-category. I have completed the path. The path to power."

As I said that, reality itself warped. I became connected to the realm. A bolt of power ran out from me, decapitating ruby-categories like they were made of cotton. The earth warped. The bolt severely injured the enemy jade-categories, and we quickly took care of the rest. I then teleported to where I first woke up, outside of Magicspestone. Where it had begun, and where it ended.

And, then, Singhstan started.

It grew into a massive empire over a billion years.

And here I am, in my office, writing this. This is how I got here. And this is the end of One Versus Destiny.