Anime is an Outer God's Playground

The ripple of power tore through the Nexus Plane like a violent tremor, shattering the calm that had lingered for eons. Nihila, seated on her crystalline throne, felt the jolt in her very core. Her golden eyes widened slightly—an unusual expression for the Supreme Being of the Nexus Plane.

"What in the name of existence..." she muttered, her calm demeanor momentarily slipping. She snapped her fingers, and the threads of the multiverse unfurled before her. The epicenter of the disturbance was clear—Athena's Plane.

Achillesial sat up abruptly from his corner, his blade forgotten. "That... wasn't normal." His tone, usually indifferent, carried a sharp edge of concern.

Noxinyargan had already stood, his usually relaxed posture now stiff. "That wasn't just an anomaly. It was concentrated. Directed."

Nihila's gaze burned into the threads, her fingers tracing over them as she worked to pinpoint the source. Her voice dropped, cold and measured. "This plane has no subject capable of emitting that level of power. None."

A moment of silence passed between the three. Then, Nihila's expression darkened. Her hands clenched the edges of her throne. "A Crosser?" The words escaped her lips like a curse. "No... it can't be. I've sealed this plane too well. No one gets in without my knowing."

But the nagging thought remained, clawing at the edges of her mind. What if he was trying again? What if Azathoth, her dark counterpart, had somehow pierced through the boundaries of existence once more? Her calm shattered further, giving way to a flash of anger.

"If this is Azathoth's doing, I swear I'll tear him apart myself," she hissed. "That traitor won't use this plane as a battlefield again."

Achillesial's voice cut through her fury. "If it's him, what's the plan?"

Nihila rose from her throne, her form casting a shadow across the shimmering multiverse. "We find the source. Now. If it's Azathoth, he'll regret his ambition. And if it's not..."

Her eyes flared, glowing with an intensity that made both Achillesial and Noxinyargan take a step back.

"Then someone else has dared to play with power they don't understand. And I'll make sure they regret it just as much."

She turned to Achilles and Nox. "Go. Leave no thread unchecked. I want answers. Immediately."

Without a word, the two vanished into the void, leaving Nihila alone. She stared at the Athena Plane's thread for a moment longer, her fingers tightening into a fist.

"Whoever you are," she whispered, her voice trembling with a rare mix of anger and unease, "you've awakened something far beyond your comprehension."

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Roxanne walked alongside Dan, her crimson eyes glinting faintly in the afternoon light. The day had been anything but ordinary. For the first time, she realized she held power beyond comprehension—power that defied logic, rewrote reality, and bent the universe to her will.

Dan, oblivious to the full extent of what had happened, kept sneaking nervous glances at her. Something about her felt... different, even more commanding than usual.

Roxanne, however, was lost in thought. She replayed the events over and over in her mind: the vanishing teacher, the frozen classroom, and her ability to rewind it all like nothing had ever happened. It wasn't just strange—it was exhilarating.

As they approached the mansion, Dan finally broke the silence. "You've been quiet. Are you okay?"

Roxanne glanced at him, a small smirk creeping onto her lips. "I'm fine. Just... thinking."

"About what?" he pressed, curious but cautious.

"About how today felt... different." She paused, then turned to him with an intensity that made him stop in his tracks. "Dan, don't you think it's funny? How fragile everything is? How easily it can all change... or be undone?"

Dan gulped, unsure of how to respond. "Uh... I guess?"

Roxanne's smirk widened as they reached the front gates. "You don't have to guess. You'll see soon enough."

She pushed the gates open, stepping inside the sprawling estate. For her, today had been a revelation. She wasn't just a girl anymore. She was something far greater. And while she hadn't fully tested her limits, she couldn't wait to explore them further.

Dan followed behind her, his unease growing. Whatever had changed in Roxanne, it wasn't just her power. Something deeper was shifting—and he wasn't sure he was ready for what came next.

In the sanctuary of her bedroom, Roxanne felt a surge of exhilaration. The day's revelations had unveiled abilities she had only dreamed of. With Alice away and Dan engrossed in television, she seized the opportunity to delve deeper into her newfound powers.

Then, an idea came to her mind, "I wish for money." Then, Roxanne started staring at the piles of money that materialized out of thin air. The stacks were pristine, unmarked, and smelled fresh. She ran her fingers through them, but her excitement quickly turned into disinterest.

"What's the point of money?" she muttered, tossing a bundle across the room. "I can have anything I want without it."

She stood up, her crimson eyes glowing faintly as she realized the true extent of her powers. The entire world, every being, every object, every law of physics—everything was at her command. She smiled, not out of arrogance, but with the calm realization of her limitless potential.

Her thoughts grew darker. If she could summon riches, why not summon power? If she could create, why not destroy? The thrill of experimenting returned to her. Roxanne extended her hand, imagining the bustling city outside her mansion.

"I wish..." she whispered, her voice carrying an eerie weight, "for silence in the city."

Suddenly, the distant hum of traffic, the chatter of people, and the occasional sirens of police cars ceased. The world beyond her window was eerily still. She peered out and saw motionless cars, people frozen mid-step, and birds suspended in the sky.

She laughed softly, the sound echoing in the empty air. "This is too easy."

But Roxanne wasn't done. She waved her hand, and the buildings of the city began to crumble as if invisible giants were smashing them apart. Glass shattered, concrete split, and flames erupted. Yet, no screams emerged—time was still frozen.

She looked down at her hands again, flexing her fingers. "I could tear this world apart and rebuild it however I want. I could make everyone bow to me… or erase them all."

Her heartbeat quickened at the thought. For the first time, Roxanne felt something deeper than mere curiosity—a thirst. A thirst for more, for control, for ultimate dominance. The thought was intoxicating.

Roxanne stood on the edge of her mansion's balcony, the cold night wind brushing against her face. She gazed up at the stars, a mischievous grin forming.

"I wish to fly," she said softly, and in an instant, her body lifted effortlessly off the ground.

She ascended higher and higher, her hair billowing as she pierced through the clouds. The city lights below faded into a mosaic of tiny glimmers before disappearing entirely. The curvature of the Earth revealed itself as she breached the planet's atmosphere.

Roxanne floated in space, weightless, the stars around her shimmering like diamonds. She realized something: she didn't need to wish for air. Her body functioned perfectly, even in the vacuum of space.

"So it's true," she murmured, her voice carrying an awe-struck tone. "I really am my father's daughter. Thank you, Dad."

She closed her eyes for a moment, a rare flicker of emotion crossing her face. But the sentiment quickly faded as her crimson eyes snapped open, focusing on the glowing planet beneath her.

Roxanne raised her hand, her fingers pointing at the landmasses below like a predator marking its prey. Her gaze locked onto Europe, and a sinister smile crept across her lips.

"I want half of Europe gone!" she declared, her voice echoing across the silent void.

The effects were immediate and catastrophic. A colossal beam of energy erupted from her outstretched hand, slicing through the Earth's atmosphere like a divine blade. The ground trembled as entire regions vanished in a blinding flash of light. Countries were reduced to ash, cities crumbled, and millions of lives ceased in an instant.

From space, Roxanne watched the destruction unfold. The once-familiar map of Europe now bore a gaping scar—a void where half of its land had been obliterated.

She chuckled, the sound cold and devoid of remorse. "I could do this all day," she mused, spinning in the weightlessness of space.

Roxanne now set her sights on the planets. With a calm yet commanding voice, she declared, "Let Venus and Saturn collide."

In an instant, the two planets veered off course, drawn toward each other by an unstoppable force. Moments later, a massive collision erupted, shattering both celestial bodies and sending debris scattering through space.

Roxanne smirked, her crimson eyes glowing. "What next?" she mused, the universe now her playground.

Roxanne glanced at the sun and smirked. "Let there be a black hole in its place," she said casually.

In an instant, the blinding light of the sun collapsed, replaced by a swirling void of darkness. The black hole's immense gravitational pull began devouring nearby planets, dragging the solar system into chaos.

Roxanne looked toward the vast emptiness of space, her eyes gleaming with a dark desire. "Let the nightmares hit the floor." she whispered.

Suddenly, the void was filled with swirling dark clouds, each one taking shape as horrific, monstrous creatures that defied the laws of nature. They drifted aimlessly, spreading fear to every corner of the universe. The stars flickered in terror as these nightmares began to take form in the space between planets, twisting through the cosmos, a terrifying reminder that even the vastness of the universe could be filled with unimaginable horrors.

Roxanne smirked, watching as the terror she had created unfolded across the infinite dark. No one is safe. Not even the stars themselves.

"And now, poof. Everything gone!" She said, snapping her fingers.

In an instant, time rewound, and all the destruction, the nightmares, and the chaotic changes she had caused were undone.

Roxanne found herself back in her room, the once-vast, destructive power now contained within her. She sat quietly, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend the full extent of her abilities.

Roxanne's mind raced as she thought of her father, Akira, and how desperately she missed him. The longing in her heart grew stronger with each passing moment, and she closed her eyes tightly, focusing all her energy on her deepest desire. She wished for him to appear, to be there with her, to fill the emptiness she felt.

But nothing happened.

The room remained unchanged. There was no cosmic shift, no sudden manifestation of Akira before her. The world didn't bend to her will.

Frustration boiled inside her, anger bubbling up at the realization that there was something, some invisible limit to her powers. She wished for him again, more desperately this time, her voice quiet but firm as she called out to the universe.

Still, nothing.

She could control time, reshape reality, manipulate the fabric of existence itself. But this—this was beyond her. The one thing she truly craved, the presence of her father, was just out of reach.

Her hands clenched into fists, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness taking her by surprise. Despite all she could do, there was no way to bring him back, no matter how much she wanted it. It was the first time in a long while that Roxanne felt small, insignificant in the face of her own desires. The weight of her own limitations pressed down on her, and she couldn't shake the ache in her chest.

Dan rushed inside, his eyes wide with concern as he heard the sobs coming from Roxanne's room. He had never seen her like this before, her usual confidence shattered by the raw emotion in her voice.

He stepped in, closing the door behind him softly, not wanting to disturb her further. Roxanne was curled up on the bed, her face buried in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks. The sight of her so vulnerable hit him harder than he expected. He had never seen her show weakness, not once.

"Hey," he said gently, sitting down beside her on the bed. "You don't have to go through this alone."

Roxanne looked up, her tear-streaked face meeting his worried gaze. She wiped her eyes quickly, trying to compose herself, but the hurt in her eyes was unmistakable. "I miss Dad so much!!!" she cried, her voice shaking. "I don't care about anything else, I just want him back!"

Dan's heart ached. He wasn't sure what to say, but he reached out, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "I get it," he whispered. "I know you miss him. But you're not alone. I'm here for you, okay?"

Roxanne's sobs softened slightly as she leaned into him, the warmth of his presence offering her some comfort, even if just for a moment.

For a moment, the weight of the world seemed a little less heavy, and she allowed herself to just be, leaning into Dan's support as he quietly held her.

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