GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS

The void convulsed as the Ancient Void Dragon God's avatar invoked the Ancient Grand Dao of Infinite Cycles. Time itself fractured into a mosaic of looping eternities, each cycle a prison designed to trap Patrick in an endless, recursive cycle of agony and defeat. Illusory versions of the avatar multiplied, their forms weaving through the fractured timelines like threads in a cosmic loom. Each one struck with claws infused with primordial essence, slashing at Patrick's essence across past, present, and future simultaneously.

The Nihility Sanction Daos, those hundreds of thousands of ethereal blades born from the void's deepest nihilism, hummed with destructive intent. They sliced through the fabric of existence, aiming to sever Patrick's connection to the omniverse, to reduce him to a forgotten echo in the annals of non-being.

Yet, Patrick's grip on the avatar's silhouette tightened, unyielding as the core of a neutron star. His royal purple-black energy pulsed, a sovereign aura that sneered at the concept of cycles.

"Infinite Cycles? How quaint," he murmured, his voice a calm thunder that shattered the looping illusions one by one. The timelines cracked like brittle glass under his gaze, collapsing back into a singular, unbroken now.

[Passive Sub-Nature: Cycle Manipulation. All temporal manipulations bow to the Master's will, unraveling at his command.]

Grace's notification flickered in his mind, a mere formality in the no-time state where Patrick's thoughts outpaced reality itself. With a casual twist of his wrist, he yanked the avatar fully from its void-merged state, forcing its eleven-foot form to solidify in his grasp.

The godly robes frayed at the edges, timelines unraveling like loose threads, and the embedded Grand Daos flickered erratically, their power disrupted by Patrick's overwhelming dominion.

The avatar's four eyes widened in a rare flash of genuine alarm, its golden and crimson pupils dilating as it struggled against the ironclad hold. "Impossible... how can you disrupt a Grand Dao of the Ancients?" it snarled, its voice layered with the echoes of devoured gods.

Patrick's expression was impassive, his silver hair gleaming under the fading light of the exploded galaxies, "Disrupt? No, little bug. I conquer all." He released his grip just enough to slam the avatar downward, propelling it through layers of the void like a comet through atmospheres. The impact cratered the dimensional floor, sending fissures racing outward that swallowed remnants of the slain void dragons' essences.

But the avatar was no mere subordinate; it was a fragment of a true god. Rallying its power, it rose amidst the chaos, its three horns glowing as it channeled the Dao of Eternal Void once more.

"Boast all you want, Conqueror Supreme, it's all but words. Witness the void's true hunger!"

A vortex spiraled from its core, expanding to encompass the entire battleground—a maw of nothingness that began devouring the shattered barriers, the lingering chaotic energies, and even the alarms rippling through the Desolate Realm. With countless cosmic, ancient godly powers rippling across the other billions of Desolate Domains.

Patrick hovered above, arms crossed behind him once again, his cape fluttering in the suction's pull. He noticed the vortex tugging at his being, attempting to strip away layers of his omni energy. Amusement flickered in his eyes. "Hunger? Let me feed you, then."

Extending his right hand, Patrick invoked a surge of his Conqueror Supreme essence. Royal purple-black tendrils erupted from his palm, lancing into the vortex like spears of absolute authority. Where they touched, the void's hunger inverted— instead of devouring, it regurgitated, spewing forth the essences it had consumed over eons. Fallen universes, slain deities, and lost timelines poured out in a torrent, overwhelming the avatar's control.

The entity staggered, its scales cracking under the backlash. "What... is this power?" it gasped, its form destabilizing as the regurgitated essences clashed with its own Daos.

"Absolute Supremacy," Patrick replied. With a final gesture, he clenched his fist. The tendrils coiled around the avatar, binding it in chains of unyielding dominion. The Grand Daos embedded in its scales shattered one by one, their fragments absorbed into Patrick's aura, enhancing his already infinite might.

[Assimilation Complete: Acquired Grand Dao of Primordial Devouring, Grand Dao of Eternal Void, Grand Dao of Infinite Cycles. Master already wields the Original and Absolute Versions of the assimilated grand Daos as Sub-Natures. Registering Grand Daos as unworthy. Erasing grand Daos.]

Grace's voice chimed, but Patrick paid it no heed. He descended, landing lightly before the bound avatar. His cape gently fluttered behind him, simply due to his conqueror supreme's aura.

"Like I said, little bug, you are unworthy of my acknowledgement," Patrick said, then raising his head as if gazing at someone above, he continued, "Neither are you, lizard brains, or as you self-proclaim, Ancient Void Dragon god!"

....

Silence came from the other side, as the other party did not acknowledge Patrick's statement. But ignoring the unknown presence, Patrick continued.

"Despite being a god, you resort to surrendering your true essence as an ancient void dragon god to the red-headed boy, all with the promise to advance your state of existence. As if you couldn't get any more pathetic than your avatar."

This time, hearing the mention of "the red-headed boy," the void rippled vigorously as a massive draconic figure materialized from the void. The figure assumed the shape of an ancient dragon, more like a fragment.

The fragment of the Ancient Void Dragon God coalesced into a spectral form, towering yet ethereal, its outline shimmering like heat haze over a cosmic forge. It was not the full manifestation of the deity—merely a sliver of its true essence, projected across the Desolate Realm's fractured veils. The entity resembled its avatar but amplified: scales etched with eons of devoured histories, horns spiraling into infinities, and eyes—dozens now, arrayed in fractal patterns—glowing with the cold fire of primordial voids. Its presence warped the surrounding void, causing distant domains to shudder as if in prelude to apocalypse.

"How dare you speak of the Cosmic Sovereign as your equal? Insolence!" the fragment boomed, its voice a cacophony of grinding universes, echoing from every shadow and crevice. "The Crimson Sovereign offers ascension beyond the cycles—a transcendence you could never fathom. Your 'supremacy' is but a fleeting spark in the eternal dark."

Patrick's gaze remained unmoved, his silver hair untouched by the entity's oppressive aura. He floated there, arms still crossed, the royal purple-black energy of his Conqueror Supreme title thrumming like a heartbeat of totality. The remnants of the avatar's bindings dissolved at his feet, absorbed into the void as if they were inconsequential dust.

"Ascension? Truly deserving of the title "lizard brains," Patrick resonated, his tone laced with mocking pity. "You barter your divinity like a beggar at the gates of oblivion. The red-headed boy is just another Cosmic Sovereign dangling promises while leeching off you, pathetic fools. You are all but worker slaves, fueling his goal of upgrading his existence."

The fragment's form rippled with fury, its fractal eyes narrowing into slits of abyssal malice. Waves of ancient void energy surged outward, attempting to erode Patrick's dominion, but they parted around him like water around an immovable monolith.

[Passive Sub-Nature: Absolute Immunity. All external influences, be they conceptual, temporal, or existential, are nullified at the Master's discretion.]

Grace's chime was a whisper in the no-time state, affirming what Patrick already embodied. He didn't flinch; instead, he extended a single finger, pointing at the fragment as if appraising a flawed artifact.

"Tell me, godling," Patrick continued, his voice cutting through the entity's roars, "does your pact include being his errand boy? Sending avatars and fragments to test the waters while you cower in your lair? Or is this just another layer of your infinite cycles—endless failure wrapped in divine delusion?"

The fragment lunged, its spectral claws manifesting as rifts in reality, clawing at the threads of Patrick's existence. Nihility Sanction Daos reformed around it, amplified by the god's direct essence, slashing with intent to unmake. But Patrick merely sighed, waving his hand dismissively. The claws dissolved mid-strike, the Daos shattering into harmless motes that dissolved around Patrick without effort.

"You're not even worth the conquest," Patrick said, his eyes glowing with a hint of boredom. With a flick of his wrist, he invoked his will:

[Passive Sub-Nature: Absolute Dominion.]

The fragment froze, its ethereal form compressing under an invisible weight, forced to kneel in the void's emptiness.

The entity howled, a sound that birthed voids within voids, but it could not break free. "Claim this victory, Conqueror Supreme, but know this: the Crimson Sovereign will unmake you! Your supremacy is but a pretence compared to his sovereignty!"

Patrick remained impassive, his exhale causing a low rumble that stabilized the convulsing void. "The god you so exalt is but a servant in a legion of three thousand cosmic sovereigns, but your existence as a mere lesser god isn't capable of comprehending the truth," then turning to a certain direction and looking into the void, Patrick continued inquisitively, "wouldn't you agree, red-haired boy?"

As if in response to his words, the Desolate Realm trembled. Far across the chaotic expanses, a pair of eyes emerged from the void, opening their lids lazily, matching those of the Cosmic Sovereign, All Father Crimson. The eyes gazed into the void as if personally witnessing the events; it could see the void dragon fragment's plight, his dark-red eyes narrowing with intrigue rather than alarm.

"Intriguing, so he even knows about the Legion of Cosmic Sovereigns. Could he be from that Realm? No, existences of that level deem even fourth-dimensional creations as lesser beings; they wouldn't spare this multiverse a fragment of their consciousness, let alone themselves."

Back in the void, Patrick crushed the fragment with a final clench of his fist, erasing its essence from existence.

The scene went silent again, and Patrick was left hovering alone in the void, a testament to his existence in his own league. His cape lazily fluttered before settling gently behind him, no longer affected by the cosmic and ancient energies. The Conqueror Supreme's aura slowly faded, replaced by his golden black natural ambiance. His previous black and gold armor took sight once again, encapsulating his regality and omni-ambiance.

Spectating the scene, Patrick witnessed the shattered, desolate domain. Once the home domain to countless beast races and powerful cultivators with numerous in the heaven realm and above, now nothing but floating scattered clouds of dust, left to drift through the infinite void for eternity.

Unsympathetic to the demise of an entire civilization, Patrick stared at the drifting clouds of dust as he turned and looked into the vast billions of other desolate domains.

Then, with just a thought, Patrick wasn't at the scene anymore, compliments of his omnipresence.

....

The vast expanse of fractured domains of the Desolate Realm, where gods and monsters alike vied for scraps of eternity, shuddered in the wake of the Ancient Void Dragon God's avatar's demise, coupled with the spreading knowledge of a fragment of a god also being erased with it. Whispers spread like fissures through the void, carried on waves of residual energy that rippled across billions of desolate domains.

The death of such a being—an extension of a true ancient god—was no mere event; it was a cataclysm that rewrote the hierarchies of power. From the shadowed lairs of lesser void beasts to the towering citadels of cosmic overlords within the Desolate Realm, every sentient entity felt the echo. The void itself seemed to mourn, or perhaps recoil, as the news propagated through the ethereal networks of divine consciousness.