"Who are you?" Michael asked, finally realizing the stranger wasn’t showing any imdiate aggression.
"No one of importance to you," Aaron replied. His mood flared again as he added, "What the hell is that bastard doing here?"
"Bastard?" Michael echoed, clearly confused.
The front door of the house swung open. Standing there was none other than the lightning god, Geralt.
"Father," Michael called out warmly, welcoming the newcor.
"Son, Alice," Geralt said with an obsessive, almost possessive smile spreading across his face.
"I just finished a high-level eting and couldn’t wait another second to see my grandchild."
He moved swiftly across the room, gently taking the baby from Alice’s arms. With surprising tenderness, he began playing with the child, cooing softly.
"Hmm? Who is the guest with you?" Geralt asked in surprise when his eyes finally landed on Aaron.
Aaron said nothing in reply.
He simply reminded himself that this wasn’t the Geralt he knew and fought down the strong urge to punch the light out of the man standing before him.
"He is just a friend," Alice replied quickly, trying to keep the situation calm and prevent any fight from breaking out.
She could feel it deep in her bones, the man standing before them was no ordinary visitor.
He had bypassed both her domain and Michael’s as if they didn’t even exist.
It was clear he was far stronger than anything they could imagine.
"I would love to stay around and marvel at this alternate dinsion," Aaron muttered, already turning away, "but I have goals to take care of."
"Wait!" Alice called out to him suddenly.
For so strange reason, she felt certain he wasn’t going to hurt them.
"What do you want?" Aaron asked, pausing with a slight edge of irritation in his voice.
"We need your help," Alice inford him, clutching her hands tightly together.
"Alice, what are you doing? We don’t even know him!" Michael called out to his wife in disbelief.
"But he can help us," she insisted.
"Actually, I can’t," Aaron replied flatly. "If you heard the first ti, I already told you I’m busy."
"Please," Alice begged. "Our world is about to be destroyed by—"
"Demons. Yeah, I know," Aaron cut in. "I saw all of it when I peeked at the river of ti."
"And you can help us. So please, help us," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.
"Again, I don’t have ti," Aaron said. "There is soone in this universe I sincerely want to kill. But if you truly need help, who better than your twins?"
With those words, he opened a shimring rift that led straight to the sanctuary.
From the glowing portal stepped the real Michael and Alice.
"You said you needed our help?" the arriving Alice asked Aaron directly.
"Perfect," Aaron said with a satisfied nod. "Alice and Michael, et Alice and Michael. And Michael, this version of your father is actually a nice guy, so don’t kill him."
His casual introduction plunged both pairs into complete confusion.
Before anyone could react or ask a single question, Aaron disappeared without another trace.
"Okay. This really is peak awkward," the original Michael muttered truthfully, staring at their alternate selves in disbelief.
Aaron appeared directly in the heart of the sovereign council chamber, materializing without a sound or warning.
At that exact mont, every sovereign was gathered for their important council eting. The room was filled with the most powerful beings in the universe, including Baal.
"Baal," Aaron said, a cold smile spreading across his face. "I finally get to kill you myself this ti."
"How dare you interrupt the Sovereign Council—" Zeus began, his voice booming with outrage.
Aaron didn’t bother letting him finish. In an instant, Zeus was engulfed in roaring black flas that erupted from nowhere.
The fire consud him completely, burning the mighty sovereign down to nothing but a charred crisp in re seconds.
The shocking sight left every single sovereign frozen in stunned silence.
"You. Co with ," Aaron commanded.
He void-stepped forward, grabbed Baal by the throat, and vanished with him in the blink of an eye.
His bold actions shocked the sovereigns, who had always prided themselves as the strongest forces in the universe.
Aaron, of course, took his ti torturing this particular Baal.
Just like the one he knew, this version was equally annoying.
Aaron savored every mont of the kill, drawing it out with cold satisfaction.
Afterward, he devoured the entire multiverse.
No one could stand in his way with Abyss, his powerful Primordial dragon, fighting right by his side.
"That’s Baal number 167," Aaron counted calmly after finishing off the 167th version across 176 different multiverses.
"This is actually fun," he muttered, a pleased grin forming on his face.
Aaron continued his relentless actions, moving from multiverse to multiverse without pause.
He pushed through the ranks until he reached the Nexus level.
As usual, he stacked ten tis the usual amount of power others gained before leveling up.
He steamrolled through the entire Nexus rank with ease.
There was no real challenge whatsoever, not with a full Primordial being like Abyss supporting him.
It felt like being carried on the back of an unstoppable force.
In less than a month, Aaron finally reached the Primordial rank.
"Finally. The Primordial rank," Aaron breathed in deep astonishnt, feeling the overwhelming new power surge through every fiber of his being.
Reaching the Primordial rank at this stage was an incredible feat that very few could ever brag about.
The mont he crossed that threshold, however, he felt a strange repulsion pulling at him.
It was as if the countless multiverses could no longer contain or tolerate his presence.
"Aaron Highborn. You have broken several accords of the Primordials," several powerful beings suddenly appeared before him.
Their auras radiated pure Primordial rank energy, heavy and ancient.
Aaron stared at them quietly.
A small, satisfied smile touched his lips.
These were perfect subjects to test his newly gained Primordial strength on.
"And when I get old, I will tell my children of the greatness of my talent," Aaron said with a confident smile.
About ten Primordials now surrounded both him and Abyss.
They were the Primordial Wardens — inter-realm enforcers tasked with making sure no Primordial broke the sacred rules set by the Transcendent Supres.
"First cri: deliberately causing the extinction of a being within the cosmos," the lead warden announced in a flat, authoritative tone.
"Second cri: making use of a Primordial to cause widespread destruction."
"Your third cri: wiping out several multiverses at the sa ti."
"The punishnt for your cris, Aaron Highborn, is death!" the Primordial Warden declared with finality.
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