"But first let me change my appearance." He uttered recalling times where he would go down to earth and be seen as a monster.
"Remember the times you get called Jörmungandr by some people with funny-looking pointy hat Nulls?" He asked, but no one was there to answer.
The sound echoes throughout the ship's interior space. It was a failed attempt to trick himself into thinking someone was there. He looked around seeing nobody. Only color the ship's interior walls.
"No? Anyone?" He shrugged, his face, as careless as ever.
He took a last glance at his Theonic body. A body that was made through eternities of evolution. The perfect fortress against virtually any means of harm.
The ship was quickly manifested with plenty of robotic arms, each of which was capable of tearing through a conceptual hole in hyperspace. The beam pierces through his body. Splurging black blood everywhere.
The beam reconstructs Null's entire corporeal and non-corporeal aspect. Dicing consciousness then reattached it.
Bones were crushing. Aether energy was leaking. Blood blacker than a black hole singularity was spewing off in every direction.
After two minutes of gruesome transformation, Null's new body finally took form.
It was done.
Null stood in silence, the transformation complete.
His new form was humanoid. Mostly. Something that wouldn't cause a small tribe to invent an apocalypse myth on sight. Six-foot frame. Flesh and bone, but the kind only resembled organic matter—every cell still hummed with forbidden architecture.
His skin was smooth, pale, reflective like moonlight poured over obsidian. His eyes, now symmetrical and centered, held faint traces of a depth no human could understand—fractals layered into irises that never blinked unless required.
The face was clean, sharp, almost handsome in a "wrong era" sort of way. The kind of beauty that used to be worshiped before symmetry became a standard. His hair, if you could call it that, was a fluid black construct, shaped by neural intention. He shaped it into messy waves.
One final glance in the mirror of polished quantumsteel.
"Ouchyy!!!," he muttered. "That's painful"
He looked down at his new body. "Not bad" he uttered. "Still horrifying, but digestibly so."
The vessel pulsed a confirmation.
— EARTH FORM ACCEPTABLE: 4.6 OUT OF 5 ON HUMAN TOLERANCE INDEX.
— THREAT DETECTION SYSTEMS: MASKED.
— EXTRANORMAL SIGNATURE: SHIELDED VIA SIXFOLD OBFUSCATION.
Null cracked his neck. Human affectation. No real need, but satisfying.
"Now I can go in and out unnoticed, but there is one problem," he said. "I'm still naked. And I'm cold"
He held out his hand.
A long black coat materialized around his body—not stitched, not tailored, but spoken into existence. Threads spun from forgotten equations. Beneath it, clothes formed: boots, dark pants, a simple shirt of unknown fiber. Casual apocalypse-wear.
"Much better."
Null remained still, arms crossed, eyes unfocused but wide open in a way that only made sense to things that didn't blink unless required.
He claps his hands.
The lab came into view in the form of a hologram.
Karasu's lab was quiet, but not asleep.
It pulsed softly with the warmth of human presence—power nodes humming under strain, servers breathing in long, electronic sighs. Null could see the heat trails of motion, even the displaced particles where she had passed seconds ago. A still-life of activity.
Six blackboards infested with equations were present. A series of unfinished gadgets were lying on her desk. One in the form of a gun. And another in the form of a pill. And a lot in the form of an orb.
It was unclear what gadgets she made at the moment. But it was clear that even finishing making one of the gadgets is enough to solve one major human problem.
She moved through her lab with that precise, calculated rhythm of someone deep in unsolvable thought. Focused. Fractured. Lips muttering to no one, or to something long gone.
He zoomed in tracking the wake of her cognitive pressure. She'd been building something. Not a weapon. Not exactly. More like a… preventative truth. A structure to hold reality in place. Or maybe just to stop it from bleeding further.
He didn't smile, but something behind his eyes twisted faintly. Familiarity. Nostalgia processed at a safe emotional distance.
Her lab was surrounded by barriers. Not physical—not really. Defensive intent woven into spatial folds, temporal echoes deliberately knotted. Tripwire logic loops. Symbols painted in wavelengths only minds like his could perceive.
To most, it would read as divine protection.
To Nulls, it read like a desperate child stacking chairs against the door. A get-out wooden sign written in crayon.
"You're one stubborn little fella, huh?" he said under his breath, more amused than offended.
His gaze lingered as she adjusted a dial, paused, leaned on the counter like gravity suddenly remembered she owed her something. Her hand hovered over a note—scrawled equations, diagrams folding into maddening patterns.
"What's that?" He zoomed in on the note. "That's an unstable fourth-dimensional reactor." He rolled his eyes so far that he could slightly see his own brain.
"I'd better come down before she makes her species go kaboom." He said. "But how do I make my entrance?" He asked himself. He placed his finger below his chin.
"Portal gun?" He uttered, waiting for him to answer himself. "Yeah, the classic portal gun.". He manifested his hammer space bag.
His hand reaches deep into the bag. He felt every device in the bag simultaneously, stimulating every nerve in Nulls's body to a dangerous level. For ordinary beings, this would mean one one-way ticket to madness and possibly suicide.
"There you are." He yanked the portal gun out like a person would a bag of chips. He gripped the portal gun with one hand. The void flux material reacted to his grip and molded into the comfiest one.
The portal pistol was blindingly grey. With a shape that violates the laws of geometry. The gun shape shifted, following whatever way Nulls gripped it.
The gun tried every possible iteration of itself in the time a normal person needs to cross a plank length. The gun shape was molded into that of a pistol. Adjusting to Nulls's way of grip.
Nulls squeezed the gun grip gently. The material quickly acted and molded into the best handle for the shape of his hand grip. The molecule below his grip turns soft. Maximizing the wielder's comfort.
The portal gun magazine was stored away from the gun in the center of Hilbert space. The portal fluid was non-physically drawn from the center of Hilbert space.
Nulls tries to aim the gun in a random direction. The sight at the end of the gun calculates every variable whether physical or not.
"Alright, so according to this gun sight, if I shoot in the fifth-dimensional axis at exactly this angle, I should be hitting myself in the future, no matter the spatial dimension."
Nulls pull the trigger. One second, nothing happened. Two seconds, still nothing. Three seconds later, something hit him in the back of his head. Dissentegrated him instantly. Nulls's body turns into nonexistence.
The portal gun was dropped onto the floor of his ship. A sound was produced from it. In contrast to the silence surrounding it.
Thud!!!
Nulls bends over to pick up the portal gun, then straightens his posture. He had regenerated back to existence thanks to his mortality anchor device. As long as that device exists, nothing could kill him. "Yep still works."
The front sight was non-existence to other eyes. But on Null's eye, it was as clear as day. The sight takes the shape of a circle. Inside the circle, a machinery, with a craftsmanship that could make Haphestus retire out of shame.
It calculates everything. Dimensional fluidity. The space viscosity. The future trajectory of the portal gun. Every piece of information that's needed to make the shots.
"Lemme check if it still works." Nulls pressed the button on the left side of the pistol grip.
In the blink of an eye, a hologram made out of hardened meta-photon was ejected out of it. On it were etched various variables that can be changed and edited to open the portal to the desired location.
— Portal Diameter: [Waiting to be filled]
— Dimensional latitude: [Waiting to be filled]
— Dimensional Longitude: [Waiting to be filled]
— Spatial Dimension: [Waiting to be filled]
— Omniverse Designation: [Waiting to be filled]
— Cataverse Designation: [Waiting to be filled]
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The list goes on and on until the most fundamental stricture of reality. That's how precise the portal can be. It can open a portal to the desired location to the smallest unit of nonexistence.
"This is gonna take ages to fill, I have the time but Karasu? She will be bones when I'm done." He snapped his finger. "Ship adjust this to the location of Karasu Pendragon right now."
The ship dispatched a humanoid creature made out of pure energy, which takes the form of a flying abomination with tendrils bigger than planets. Nulls have rendered him useless a long time ago. Now his only purpose is to obey Null's every word.
"Adjust this, okay?" Nulls said.
The creature began to work, typing on the hologram faster than most races' pre-Theos civil war perception. But even at this speed, it was still slow.
"Just stop and go there." He pointed at a room with a word, Temporal distortion written above the room door. The creature nodded.
The creature got out as soon as it got in. Apparently, the creature's energy mass was greatly reduced to the point of dying. Nulls scan the creature. It reads ninety-nine percent energy lost.
"Oh man, you really outdid yourself." Sucks air between teeth. The creature gave him the portal gun, then it stood silent waiting for his next command.
"Alright, so just unmake yourself okay? You get an eons off." The creature then combusts into nothingness, in a blue flame.
"I feel bad for him." His tone softened, like a person that genuinely feel bad for others.
"Anyway." His tone change, in contrast to his previous tone. "Now my portal gun is all set, now its the right time to make some new friends."
Nulls take a look at his surroundings. His head was turning side to side while his eyes scanned every minor detail.
"Ha" He exclaimed, "I'm incredibly lonely."
He raised his portal gun to his shoulder height. His finger is on the trigger, ready to pull it. He took last glance at his surroundings. Looking at his old photo of him in Theos of how happy he used to be.
"Eh." He shrugged tilting his head. "Past is past, I can changed it but not this one." His other hand clenched into a fist. "Not until i can get rid of that pesky temporal block."
He shoots the portal gun. Hyperspace infront of him gliched. Blue sparks and lightning of various reality formed in front of him. Some cartoonish, some hyper realistic, and some were indescribable.
A blue swirl with the diameter of his height burrows its way infront of him. Tearing throught every layer of hyperspace. The circumferance of the swirl were red in color. The hyperspace around the swirl were cracke, allowing a thin layer of aether to come in.
The sound were deafening. Like the birth of the entire creation. But more violent. The burst of light were enough to make lesser being erased from existence.
"Come on Nulls. Remember momma ain't rising no bitch."
He step into the portal.