“…by the Original Architects themselves.”Vespera flinched. The cold smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a faint crease that was almost imperceptible. The crystal city behind her groaned, not from deliberate distortion, but from the Archon’s unexpected reaction.“Absurd!” Vespera hissed, her voice sharper now, stripped of its melody.“The Original Architects owe nothing to anyone! They are the source of definition! They *are* truth!”Freza gave a faint smile, the smile of a liquidator who had just uncovered a flaw in the most concealed contract. Her gaze locked onto Vespera’s existential thread, stretching beyond the Multiverse toward the undefined point the AI had identified.“Every definition carries *consequences*, Vespera,” Freza replied, her voice calm, yet resonating with a force that trembled through the surrounding space.“And if that definition causes imbalance, or damage to the fabric of reality, then it is a *debt that must be paid*.”Qoriski glanced at Freza,

"...written fairly and justly.""Ready, Arbitrase Freza!" the AI of The Balance Keeper responded at once, its tone sharp and flawless."Processing meta-jump to the Heart of the Cosmic Nexus. Estimated arrival time: thirty seconds."Qoriski swallowed, his gaze fixed on Freza. She stood firm at the center of the cockpit, an aura of primordial power pulsing faintly from within her, no longer a hammer in hand, but a force embedded in the core of her existence.He felt small beside this new Freza."The Heart of the Cosmic Nexus, huh?" Qoriski muttered, trying to process it. "The maker of fate? That sounds like an impossible job, Freza."Freza turned, a faint smile touching her lips. The smile held a depth and calm that sent a chill down Qoriski’s spine."Nothing is impossible to audit, Qoriski," Freza replied, her voice steady, yet resonant beyond anything human."Especially when that entity has manipulated the Multiverse with

“…erase every contract and every existence…”Qoriski swallowed hard, the words echoing in his mind, cold and absolute.He looked at Freza, who now radiated a primordial aura far more terrifying than anything he had ever witnessed before.“Anti-Mover? What does that even mean, Freza?” Qoriski asked, his voice slightly hoarse, struggling to suppress the creeping dread.“Isn’t the Prime Mover… the highest?”Freza turned, a faint smile etched across her lips, the smile of a liquidator who had just found her greatest prey.In her eyes, the flicker of the Seed of Nothingness, the depth of the Primordial Heart, and the cold wisdom of the Core of Fate danced in a terrifying fusion.“The Prime Mover is the creator of the Multiverse as we know it, Qoriski,” Freza replied, her voice flowing like an undeniable cosmic law.“But every coin has two sides. Every d

“…hiding the original definition of nothingness itself.”Freza’s voice faded into the vortex of energy surrounding The Balance Keeper, not because it vanished, but because it was pulled into a space that defied definition. This was no longer an ordinary meta-jump. This was a plunge through the very foundation of understanding.Qoriski gripped the command chair handles tightly, the muscles in his arms tensing. His stomach churned, not from physical G-force, but from the logic around him twisting wildly, trying to overturn the essence of his own existence.“Freza! This sensation…” Qoriski roared, his voice strained. “This isn’t just nothingness anymore! It’s like… like the Multiverse is trying to vomit out its own core!”Freza did not answer. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face tense. Within her, the Seed of Nothingness, the Primordial Heart, the Core of Destiny, and the Core of Not

"...the fundamental of all existence."Freza’s words still trembled in the cockpit, not from sound waves, but from the absolute intent that now enveloped The Balance Keeper. The invisible golden hammer in her grasp pulsed, radiating the aura of five primordial cores: the Seed of Nonexistence, the Primordial Heart, the Core of Fate, the Core of Void, and the Core of Boundaries. A terrifying fusion that had become the very essence of Freza’s Arbitration."Prepare a meta-jump to the Prime Mover’s location, AI," Freza commanded, her voice absolute, without the slightest trace of doubt."No more delays. No more secrets."Qoriski swallowed hard, staring at her. The woman before him, wrapped in a power that surpassed all definition, had become absolute."Freza," Qoriski began, his voice slightly hoarse, "you… you’re really going to collect from the Prime Mover?"Freza turned, a faint smile curving her lips, the smile