Lord of Perverted Ladies

The countdown had started.

06:59:59

The number changed.

06:59:58

Nobody spoke.

I stared at my phone, waiting for another message.

Nothing.

No explanation.

No instructions.

Just the countdown.

Ryan was the first to break the silence.

"Okay."

He pointed at my phone.

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"No."

"Great."

Noah leaned closer.

"Can you stop it?"

"I don’t know."

"Can you delete it?"

"I’ll try."

I swiped across the screen.

Nothing.

I pressed the power button.

The screen went dark.

Then immediately turned back on.

06:59:31

I threw the phone onto the pavement.

It landed with a crack.

The screen shattered.

The countdown continued.

06:59:27

Ryan stared at it.

"Well..."

He slowly backed away.

"...that didn’t work."

My father picked up the phone.

"The countdown isn’t on the device."

"What?"

He turned it toward me.

"The screen is broken."

The numbers were still visible.

I took it from him.

The countdown wasn’t displaying on the glass anymore.

It was floating above the phone.

As if the numbers existed independently of the device.

The Guardian walked closer.

"Don’t touch it."

"Why?"

"I don’t know what happens when it reaches zero."

I looked at her.

"Neither do I."

She smiled.

"That’s exactly why I’m worried."

My mother placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Maybe we should leave Alisster."

I shook my head.

"Where would we go?"

"Anywhere."

"Mom..."

"If something is coming for you, we shouldn’t stay in one place."

"No."

I looked at the countdown.

"If this thing existed before reality, distance won’t matter."

She went silent.

"Then what do we do?"

I stared at the number.

06:57:02

"We find out what happened seven hours before."

The First Reader immediately understood.

"The first choice."

I nodded.

"If we’re going to find who made it, we need to find the moment it happened."

My father frowned.

"That would be before the first question."

"Exactly."

"Before reality."

"Yes."

"How are you planning to reach somewhere before reality existed?"

I smiled.

"I don’t know."

Ryan sighed.

"Of course."

We returned to the place where the laboratory had once stood.

There was nothing there now.

Just an empty patch of ground.

But I could still feel something underneath.

A faint vibration.

I crouched down and placed my hand against the soil.

Nothing.

Then—

thump.

I pulled my hand back.

Another heartbeat.

Thump.

Noah looked at me.

"You felt that?"

"Yes."

The ground cracked.

A tiny wooden car emerged.

It rolled toward me and stopped against my shoe.

I picked it up.

There was no name underneath.

Only a symbol.

A circle divided into two halves.

The Guardian immediately stepped back.

"That’s not one of yours."

I looked at her.

"How do you know?"

"Because your symbols represent creation."

She pointed at the car.

"That represents decision."

The First Reader examined it.

"Where did it come from?"

I looked at the ground.

"Before reality."

The moment I said it, the world disappeared.

Again.

But this time there was no darkness.

There was nothing.

Not darkness.

Nothing.

I couldn’t see my hands because there were no hands.

I couldn’t hear because there was no sound.

I couldn’t think because there was no mind.

And yet...

I existed.

Somehow.

A single point of awareness.

Then something appeared.

A tiny light.

It wasn’t a star.

It wasn’t a world.

It wasn’t even energy.

It was a possibility.

Two paths appeared before me.

One was white.

One was black.

A voice whispered.

CHOOSE.

I looked around.

"Who are you?"

No answer.

I looked at the two paths.

"What’s the difference?"

The voice returned.

THE WHITE PATH CREATES.

THE BLACK PATH DESTROYS.

I frowned.

"Those are my only choices?"

YES.

"Why?"

Silence.

I waited.

Then I realized something.

I didn’t have to choose either.

I could simply refuse.

The moment I thought that, a third path appeared.

Gray.

The voice became louder.

THAT PATH DOES NOT EXIST.

I smiled.

"Then I’ll choose it."

The gray path opened.

Reality shook.

Something screamed.

I stepped forward.

The moment my foot touched the path...

everything exploded.

I was thrown backward.

I opened my eyes.

I was standing somewhere impossible.

There was a landscape.

Mountains.

Oceans.

Trees.

Stars.

But nothing was alive.

No animals.

No people.

No movement.

A perfect world without a single choice having ever been made.

The Guardian stood beside me.

My father.

My mother.

Noah.

Everyone was here.

Ryan looked around.

"Where are we?"

The First Reader whispered,

"The First World."

I looked at him.

"What?"

"The world before worlds."

He pointed toward the horizon.

"There."

Something stood on a mountain.

A person.

Small.

Impossible to identify.

We walked toward it.

The closer we got, the more familiar it looked.

My heart started beating faster.

When we finally reached the top...

I stopped.

There was someone sitting on the ground.

A young man.

He looked exactly like me.

But not any version I’d seen before.

He looked ordinary.

No powers.

No strange eyes.

No divine presence.

He was simply sitting there, staring at the empty world.

I approached him.

"Who are you?"

He looked up.

"You’re late."

I sighed.

"Everyone keeps saying that."

He laughed.

Then his expression became serious.

"You finally found me."

"Who are you?"

"My name doesn’t matter."

"It does to me."

He thought for a moment.

"Then call me the First."

"The First what?"

"The First Choice."

The Guardian stepped forward.

"You existed before the Creator."

The young man nodded.

"Yes."

"Before the Origin?"

"Yes."

"Before reality?"

"Yes."

She looked disturbed.

"Then what created you?"

The young man smiled.

"Nothing."

I frowned.

"That’s impossible."

"No."

He shook his head.

"That’s the entire point."

He stood.

"Nothing doesn’t need to create."

"Nothing simply exists."

"But eventually, nothing became aware of itself."

I stared.

"How?"

"Choice."

He pointed toward the empty world.

"Imagine there is nothing."

"No space."

"No time."

"No matter."

"No thought."

"Then suddenly..."

He snapped his fingers.

"...there is a possibility."

A tiny light appeared.

"This possibility can either exist..."

The light brightened.

"...or not exist."

He snapped again.

It disappeared.

"That is the first choice."

I stared at the light.

"Who made it?"

"No one."

"Then how did it happen?"

"It happened because it could."

I felt a strange sensation.

"The first choice wasn’t created."

"No."

"It created itself."

"Exactly."

The First Choice smiled.

"And that was the first act of existence."

My mother looked at me.

"Then what about the first question?"

He turned toward her.

"The question came later."

"What did it ask?"

He looked at me.

"Why?"

I already knew.

The first question had been mine.

But perhaps I’d misunderstood it.

It wasn’t asking why I existed.

It was asking why anything existed.

The First Choice continued.

"The moment the question was asked, possibility became reality."

"The Origin came next."

"The Creator came after that."

"And eventually..."

He pointed at me.

"...you."

I stared at him.

"So you created me?"

"No."

"Then who did?"

"You did."

I frowned.

"I created myself?"

"Yes."

"But I didn’t exist yet."

He smiled.

"That’s the paradox."

He walked past me.

"You existed as a possibility before you existed as a person."

I followed.

"Then why did I forget?"

"Because you couldn’t remember something that hadn’t happened."

"That makes no sense."

"You’re finally beginning to understand."

I laughed.

"That’s incredibly annoying."

He smiled.

"Reality is."

We reached the edge of the mountain.

Below us was an endless empty world.

No civilization.

No life.

No history.

No suffering.

No joy.

Nothing.

"This world was your first choice."

I stared.

"My first choice?"

"You chose whether existence should continue."

"And what did I choose?"

He pointed downward.

"You chose everything."

I looked at the empty world.

"But it’s empty."

"For now."

The First Choice turned toward me.

"You haven’t made the second choice yet."

I frowned.

"What is it?"

He looked at my mother.

Then the Guardian.

Then Noah.

Then my father.

Then Ryan.

Finally, he looked at me.

"Whether existence should remain free."

I didn’t understand.

"If you choose freedom, reality will no longer belong to you."

"Good."

"If you choose control, you’ll become the true Creator."

I shook my head.

"I already rejected that."

"Yes."

"And if I choose freedom?"

He smiled.

"Then someone else will eventually become powerful enough to control reality."

"Who?"

"You."

I froze.

"What?"

The First Choice looked almost amused.

"You still think the Creator is a person."

He pointed toward me.

"The Creator is a position."

"Anyone who gains enough control can become it."

I stared.

"So the danger isn’t me."

"No."

"The danger is whoever comes next."

"Exactly."

The countdown appeared in the sky.

03:00:00

My stomach dropped.

"Three hours."

The First Choice nodded.

"You have three hours to decide."

"Decide what?"

"Whether the Creator should exist."

The Guardian immediately said,

"No."

Everyone looked at her.

She stepped forward.

"The Creator should not exist."

My father nodded.

"I agree."

Noah looked at me.

"I don’t know."

Ryan shrugged.

"Honestly, I’m voting for whatever keeps us alive."

I looked at my mother.

She didn’t answer.

"Mom?"

She smiled.

"Whatever you choose, I’ll accept."

I looked at the First Choice.

"That’s unfair."

"What is?"

"You’re making me decide whether anyone should have the power to decide."

"Yes."

"That’s a contradiction."

"Exactly."

The sky trembled.

The empty world began filling with stars.

One by one.

Then planets.

Then oceans.

Then continents.

Then life.

Everything happened at impossible speed.

Creation.

Evolution.

Civilization.

War.

Love.

Death.

Everything.

I watched billions of lives appear and disappear.

Then I realized what I was seeing.

Not the past.

The future.

Every possible future.

Every possible Creator.

Every possible disaster.

Every possible salvation.

The First Choice stood beside me.

"You can prevent all of this."

"How?"

"Become the Creator."

I stared at the countless futures.

"If I refuse?"

"Someone else will choose."

"And if I destroy the position?"

"Someone will rebuild it."

"Then there’s no solution."

The First Choice smiled.

"Now you’re asking the right question."

I looked at the countless worlds.

Then at the people beside me.

I finally understood.

The problem had never been who controlled reality.

The problem was that reality could be controlled at all.

I looked at the First Choice.

"What if I make a third choice?"

He smiled.

"Then you’ll finally become what you were meant to be."

The countdown changed.

00:59:59

One hour.

I looked at everyone.

"Let’s end the Creator."

The First Choice’s smile widened.

"That’s what I was hoping you’d say."

The entire universe shook.

Then the First Choice disappeared.

And a new message appeared across the sky.

FINAL CHOICE ACCEPTED.

My mother grabbed my hand.

The Guardian stared upward.

Noah whispered,

"What happens now?"

I looked at the countless stars.

"I don’t know."

The stars began going out.

One after another.

Until only one remained.

Then it spoke.

Not with a voice.

With a question.

IF THERE IS NO CREATOR...

The final star flickered.

WHO WILL CREATE THE NEXT WORLD?

I stared at it.

And slowly...

I smiled.

"Everyone."

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