Neo didn’t look his way.
He kept working.
And then sothing happened that made ’I’ stiffen.
Neo didn’t rewrite the strands.
He didn’t cut them.
He didn’t destroy them.
He stored them.
One by one, Neo pulled temporal strands out of the universe and placed them inside his Cosmos.
"Huh?" ’I’ muttered, stunned. "If he does that, the main tiline of this universe will collapse and—"
His words cut off.
Beelzebub flapped his wings once.
Just once.
That single flap created countless pseudo temporal strands.
They weren’t real.
If temporal strands were walls, these pseudo temporal strands were like holograms of walls.
They were transparent, and fake.
Despite being fake, these pseudo strands perford one simple function perfectly:
Stability.
They fooled the River of Ti into believing nothing was missing.
Even though Neo was pulling real strands out and storing them in his Cosmos, the universe didn’t realize it.
Its internal system saw the fake strands and assud everything was still in place.
The Paradoxes that should’ve started to appear due to Neo’s crazy feat were not being born. All because he was fooling the River of Ti into thinking that the tiline was not being touched at all.
Neo continued his work, strand after strand.
If he encountered a strand he had partially collected earlier, he rged both pieces together.
He sorted them, stabilized them, and then added them to his Cosmos.
Hours passed.
Or seconds.
Ti didn’t carry aning inside the frozen river.
Finally, Neo reached a stopping point.
Every temporal strand within a full 100 years—past and future—had been removed.
Only Neo remained inside that entire century.
He stretched his fingers once, relaxing the tension.
Then he looked toward the direction where ’I’ was hiding.
"What are you going to do now?" Neo asked. "With no people left to manipulate, are you finally planning to fight yourself?"
His tone was calm, yet cold.
From a hidden pocket within the Gap, ’I’ ground his teeth.
Neo didn’t give him ti to respond.
He placed his hand forward and began reversing the ti of the entire universe by one century.
The past twisted.
Stars shifted.
Cosmic structures rolled backward.
Events unwound like threads being reeled back in.
Since Neo had already removed every temporal strand within that ti fra, he didn’t have to worry about paradoxes or people being erased.
They weren’t in the universe anymore.
They lived inside Neo’s Cosmos.
This beca Neo’s cycle.
He grabbed centuries worth of strands.
Then he reversed ti by that sa number of centuries.
Then he moved forward again and repeated the process.
But the work wasn’t light.
The first drain ca from scanning and identifying the temporal strands.
The second drain ca from grabbing and storing them.
The third was the heaviest: rewinding the universe itself.
And Neo had one more problem.
Most people’s temporal strands had been affected by ’I’.
Neo couldn’t store those altered versions.
To explain it in simpler terms, let’s say a person was called A.
After eting ’I’ went to the past, this person’s past was changed, and he beca A1.
Neo didn’t want to put A1 into his Cosmos.
A1 was soone who was manipulated by ’I’.
Instead, Neo wanted to bring the original version, naly A, into his Cosmos.
Finding that original version should’ve been impossible, but Neo wasn’t working with normal rules.
He was a Heavenbreaker.
He was guided by Heavenly Records and the Primogenitor Trait.
And he had spent ages understanding billions of different Ti Elent Concepts, Laws, and Worlds while helping Beelzebub evolve.
So, sothing that was bound to happen, happened.
Eyes of Echo Technique mastery has increased.
Eyes of Echo Technique is already at Supre Mastery.
The ssage echoed within him.
Neo didn’t stop.
This exact scenario brought an old mory to the surface.
Years ago, in the academy, Mars had asked the Sphinx a question.
"How can soone beco a God without raising the rank of their Elental Mastery?"
The Sphinx had told him there was a path to achieve that, but it would be far harder than conventional path.
Eyes of Echo Technique mastery has increased.
Eyes of Echo Technique is already at Supre Mastery.
If evolving a Concept enough gave birth to a World...
What happened if soone evolved a single technique to its limit and beyond?
The answer was...
Eyes of Echo Technique mastery has increased.
Eyes of Echo Technique mastery has reached First Realm of Divinity (Rare).
The Technique stored inside Neo’s Seed of Existence pulsed violently.
Then it moved.
Not taphorically.
Not symbolically.
It physically moved.
The spell quivered.
It twisted.
And then—against all logic—it gained a Life Fla.
The technique ca alive.
A purple burst of fla shot out of Neo’s Seed of Existence.
The flas curled around him, rising higher and higher, and then shaped themselves into gigantic feline eyes.
The Eyes of Echo Technique had evolved into a Technique Spirit.
’I’ watched from the darkness of the Gap, stunned.
Such a feat was only possible in the True Blessed Land.
The Realm of Divinity wasn’t sothing soone should be able to reach outside the True Blessed Lands.
Yet Neo did.
But sothing even stranger happened next.
The enormous feline eyes floating behind Neo shifted.
The Eyes of Echo Firmant—the original cosmic-level ability—appeared beside the new Technique Spirit.
Two pairs of eyes.
One the size of galaxies.
One perched lightly atop Neo’s head.
They stared at each other.
They were similar but not identical.
They ca from the sa origin but grew in different directions.
They were two halves that were always supposed to be one.
They lifted their paws at the exact sa mont.
And they touched.
Eyes of Echo Technique Spirit and Eyes of Echo Firmant are fusing.
They are compensating for each other’s weaknesses.
They are being reborn as one.
The two pairs of eyes rged, reshaping into a single overwhelming presence.
Eyes of Echo Technique mastery has reached First Realm of Divinity (Rare → Exquisite).
Neo remained still, focused.
Behind him floated the fused eyes and the cosmic butterfly.
’I’ stared, breathing unevenly.
The new Eyes of Echo allowed Neo to see every version of every temporal strand.
If soone had looped ti a thousand tis—like Daniel once did—Neo could now see every loop with complete clarity.
It didn’t matter how many tis ’I’ changed the past.
Neo could simply select the version from before the interference.
He began to expend more and more energy as he did this.
Then, he would regress the ti of the universe.
One century.
Five centuries.
Ten centuries.
A hundred centuries.
He went further each ti.
Of course, not every strand could be brough under his influence.
Temporal strands belonging to Demons, Witches, Soul Weapons, and Stage 7 beings were untouchable.
But Stage 6 and below?
They were under his full, absolute control.
’I’ finally broke.
He stepped forward from the shadows, voice shaking.
"Stop this madness! What are you even trying to do? You cannot affect my Authority! I will—"
"What about that eye?" Neo asked suddenly.
’I’ froze.
Neo continued.
"That eye... it belongs to Apollo, doesn’t it? One was stolen by the God who betrayed him. The other—the Eye of All Fate—was lost. And you happened to find it."
’I’s body twitched.
The more Neo spoke, the colder his expression beca.
"You call yourself ’I’. You dare walk around with that na like no one would notice. Like no one would guess you possess that eye. Was it arrogance, or did you believe you were invincible?"
"You can’t be—"
"Yes," Neo said. "I’m going to turn back ti until the mont you obtained that eye. And then I’m going to take it from your past self. Unlike the Ti Authority, that eye can be stolen with brute force. Isn’t that how Apollo lost his?"
’I’ trembled violently.
Neo’s words hit him harder than any attack.
Only then did he understand what Neo ant earlier—
How would you feel if everything you built started to crumble?
For the first ti, ’I’ felt fear.
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