“…without paying its price.”Freza’s words echoed, not only within the cockpit of The Balance Keeper, but through every atom of the Multiverse now responding to her will. The invisible golden hammer in her hand pulsed, radiating the aura of the seven primordial cores, a fusion of power both terrifying and sublime.Qoriski swallowed hard as he stared at her. The woman, whose aura transcended all definition, was now the True Arbitrator who held control over existence itself.“Ready, True Arbitrator,” the AI of The Balance Keeper responded immediately, its tone filled with absolute obedience and a deep understanding of Freza’s authority.“Processing meta-jump to the Heart of the Eternal Galaxy. Estimated travel time, thirty seconds.”Qoriski gripped the command seat tightly, the muscles in his arms tensing. His stomach churned, not from physical G-force, but from the logic of the Multiverse around him spiraling wildly, trying to comprehend the infinite.“The Heart of the Eternal Galaxy…”

“…before existence itself…”Freza felt the pull. A pull beyond all concepts, tearing at Qoriski’s soul from its very core. This was no longer a spatial or temporal jump.This was a shift into a foundation that had never existed.Qoriski gripped the command seat tightly, the muscles in his arms rigid. His stomach churned, not from physical G-force, but from the logic around him spiraling wildly.Trying to invert 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 shut tight, her face tense.Within her, the eight primordial cores, the Seed of Nothingness, the Primordial Heart, the Core of Fate, the Core of Nothingness, the Core of Limitation, the Core of Creation, the Core of Time, and the Core of Eternity, pulsed wildly.They struggled to stabilize the jump, resisting a force that actively rejected the

“Focus on every entity in the Multiverse that unknowingly carries this debt. Determine how it interacts with the foundation of the Multiverse.”“Analyzing… Massive-scale traces of existence refusal detected!” the Balance Keeper’s AI reported, its tone choked with urgency.“The Primeval Glitch has been actively eroding purpose from the Elysium Dimension. It has erased motivation from the Xylor civilization. It has created doubt about existence itself within the Chronos Sector!”“This is the erasure of universal concepts! They should not be erasable!” the AI cried out, its data flickering wildly.Qoriski growled. “You coward! You make everyone doubt themselves? For what?!”The Primeval Glitch trembled. Its crack of nothingness radiated a stronger surge of negation.Those concepts are illusions. Purpose is an illusion. Motivation is an illusion. They bind the Multiverse to

“…before the First Voice itself…”Qoriski jolted, gripping the armrest of The Balance Keeper’s command chair. The muscles in his arms tensed, not from gravity, but from a tremor at the core of his being, as if something fundamental within him had been shaken.“The First Voice?” Qoriski roared, his voice catching.“This is insane, Freza! How do you collect a voice? Are we about to become the most absurd debt collectors in the Multiverse?”Freza did not answer. Her eyes were shut tight, her face tense, yet an eerie calm radiated from her.Within her, the ten primordial cores pulsed wildly, the Seed of Nothingness, the Primordial Heart, the Core of Fate, the Core of Nothingness, the Core of Boundaries, the Core of Creation, the Core of Time, the Core of Eternity, the Core of Reason, and the Core of the Primeval Glitch.They struggled to stabilize the jump, pushing against a force that actively rejected the very concept of a “starting point,” and even the idea of “sound” itself.She felt

“…accompany all existence, from the beginning to the end of time.”Freza’s words echoed within the Genesis Core, not as sound, but as an undeniable truth. A new truth, etched into every fiber of existence by Arbitrase Freza.The silence that followed felt heavier than the pull of any black hole.It was a silence filled with acceptance, a stillness that could only exist after every debt had been settled and every primordial core had submitted to a single will.Qoriski swallowed, staring at Freza. The woman, now the Echo of the Multiverse, radiated an aura so vast, so absolute, that even the air within the Genesis Core seemed to pulse with a rhythm he had never known.It was no longer cold fury or sharp calculation. It was balance itself, embodied in human form.“Freza… you…” Qoriski stammered, searching for the right words. His throat felt dry. “You really have become… everything?”Freza turned, a faint smile forming on her lips. A smile that now carried the weight of billions of unive