Start in Terra, immortal

"The world has been subjected to unauthorized interference." In a special dimension, a figure calmly uttered a heavy voice.

Within the space, images were displayed like curtains, filling the entire dimension.

One of the images depicts Charon in white robes opening a large white door to receive something.

"The one who broke the balance has not been found." The figure was somewhat puzzled. He stood up and took a step, and with just one step, he stepped into a completely different dimension.

"Nimmel, a special being has appeared in the prime plane. Send your clone to investigate."

The figure spoke to a humanoid creature that was covered in light, whose outlines could only be vaguely discerned as having a pair of large wings and female characteristics.

"It is both light and darkness, and it bears the mark of a great will. I cannot fathom it, nor can you observe it. Edel, separate that newly born plane." The female being known as Nimer refused Edel's request.

Edel shook his head inwardly, "Since there is the intervention of a great will, I cannot separate Him from the plane He resides in."

"He is God's chosen one, just like us, and He is unique. You just need to separate before He causes too much disturbance, preserving the plane without Him, and let history unfold as it should," Nimmel advised.

Edel didn't say anything more, took another step, and returned to the dimension filled with images.

He stretched out both hands, fingers loosely clenched, as if grasping something. He pushed forward sharply, then returned to his original position and began to observe the screen again.

In the outer space of Planet Arad, a pair of giant hands appeared out of thin air, and like Edel's movements, shattered the spacetime of Planet Arad and separated the plane that Rosso had not yet arrived in.

Everything happened very quickly, and there was no one around.

"I should find someone to be punished for interfering in the world and come here to guard it for me." Edel said calmly, as if separating another dimension was as simple as eating and drinking for an ordinary person.

In another special dimension, three lion heads—two large and one small—are gathered together, discussing something.

"My connection to the portal has been severed, Buston, can you feel it?" one of the lion heads asked the other.

"You're right, Memet. I was also disconnected. It must be the Transcendent interfering," the lion-headed creature called Buston replied, his tone certain.

"Kripa, you hide in the spacetime rift first. Two people will probably come looking for me later. If it's a Transcendent interfering, then the two of us won't be able to reconnect to the spacetime gate for a while. You'll be the one to answer their questions."

As soon as the lion head finished speaking, its form began to blur and eventually disappeared.

A moment later, two people, one tall and one short, appeared in the special dimension of the Lion Head Gathering.

The taller one held a sword, while the shorter one had a book and a stick floating behind him. The two looked at each other, and from the puzzled look on their faces, they instantly understood each other's purpose.

"The same to you?"

"Me too!"

"The laws of time kicked me out, did they kick you out too?" the short man quickly asked.

The tall man looked at his blackened hands and said in a low voice, "No, I can't contact my counterparts in other dimensions anymore. Normally, every step I take is after consulting countless other versions of myself. But now, they can't respond to me."

"Does that mean we've truly changed the future? That the disastrous outcome will no longer occur?"

"I don't know, ask Memet and Buston."

Upon hearing this, both of them were taken aback. Why did it feel like the lion's head meatballs were missing this time?

Doubt and confusion welled up in their hearts.

Memet of the Day and Buston of Yesterday, who are the rulers of time and space, should be in this dimension. How come I didn't see either of them this time?

As the two were looking around, the little lion head emerged from the space-time rift.

"Kripa, tell us quickly, what happened?" The short man seemed very anxious, grabbing the little lion head and asking.

"Kripa, please enlighten us. Why are Memet and Buston not here? And is there some problem with time and space? We both want to know."

"Before you came, Memet told me that he knew you would come looking for me, and he asked me to answer your questions..." Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a haughty voice.

"Hey, get to the point!"

"Okay, there has been an intervention from a transcendent being." Kripa said succinctly.

"The One Who Surpasses?" they both exclaimed in unison.

"The Transcendent Ones are beings closest to the Great Will. They typically do not interfere with spacetime. Unless, someone causes a massive distortion of spacetime."

After listening, the two seemed to be deep in thought. Clearly, they both knew that matters involving time and space were bound to be troublesome.

Seeing that the two remained silent, Kripa continued, "What you two have done will, to some extent, cause spacetime distortion, but this distortion is still within an acceptable range. Even Lord Memet can accept it, let alone those who transcend."

"You were probably caught in the crossfire. Someone disrupted spacetime, causing the world to deviate significantly from its original trajectory. At that point, the Transcendent beings would sense it and intervene to correct it. You were just some of the spacetime disruptors who were conveniently eliminated." As he said this, a rare hint of amusement appeared on the little lion-headed Kripa's face.

"So, we won't be targeted by those who surpass us in the future, will we?"

"There's no need to worry like that. The Transcendent beings have to manage countless planes, and the plane you're in is just one of them. It's unlikely that any Transcendent beings will notice you. Besides, you have the approval of a race that rules spacetime, so even if they do notice you, it won't be a big problem," Kripa said, trying to reassure them when he saw how frightened they were.

Of course, there were some things he didn't say, and saying them would only cause them both trouble. Ignorance has its own kind of happiness.

"Then we can rest assured." The short man patted his non-existent chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then—Memet and the others, it can't be..." the tall man probed.

"Because of the Transcendent Ones, Lord Memet and Lord Buston have temporarily lost their connection with the portal. You don't need to worry, they will be back soon."

"Is it still because of the Transcendent?" The two frowned again. "Are you sure we'll be alright?"

Kripa was somewhat speechless. Just as he was about to tell the two about the power of the transcendent, two large lion head phantoms began to appear.

Memet of the day, Buston of yesterday—reconnecting.

"Your worries are unnecessary. If the Transcendent Ones were targeting you, you wouldn't be seeing us now. Go back. Time and space will return to normal soon." Memet the All-Day said sternly, issuing a direct order to leave.

Upon hearing this, the two could no longer linger and each left this special dimension.

The three lion heads came together again.

"Buston, guess which Transcendent made the move?" Mehmet's seriousness vanished, replaced by a relaxed expression.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not the cause of the black eyes."

"Could it be Nimmel?"

"I prefer Edel."

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