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The Legacy of the Ancestors

Qoriski roared, his voice tearing through the silence of the cockpit, not out of fear, but boiling rage. He did not care about the concept of an “old Prime Mover” or a “creation conflict.” All he knew was that, once again, the Prime Mover had deceived them.

“Damn that Prime Mover!”

“He dared to hide something this big? He gave you a rotten contract, Freza!” Qoriski clenched his fists, staring at the Earth now rippling across the screen.

Freza gripped the invisible controls tightly, his knuckles turning white. The ‘Seed of Nothingness’ within him pulsed wildly, responding to a new, more fundamental threat.

It was not just Earth that was in danger. But… the entire Multiverse.

He could feel the weave of that primordial mana. Cold, ancient, and lethal.

“AI, identify the exact nature of this primordial mana,” Freza commanded, his voice low, almost a whisper, yet filled with terrifying authority.

“Analyzing… Data indicates this mana is residual energy from an older creation cycle,” the AI, The Balance Keeper, reported, its tone now laced with a fear never heard before.

“It is not merely ‘residue.’ It is the residuum of a different Prime Mover.”

“Different?” Qoriski frowned. “You mean there’s another Prime Mover? There are multiple gods?”

“Not ‘gods’ in the way you understand, Qoriski,” Freza replied, his eyes fixed on the projection of the ancient mana weave now creeping beneath Earth’s surface. 

“More like different iterations. A blueprint left behind by an entity that preceded the current Prime Mover.”

“This is… a failed legacy,” Freza whispered, his new understanding of the Multiverse spiraling.

“A failed legacy? What do you mean?” Qoriski asked, swallowing hard. This was too abstract for him.

“The current Prime Mover is the architect of the Multiverse. But who architected the Prime Mover itself?” Freza asked, more to himself.

“Every system has a history. Every foundation has its own blueprint. And this blueprint… it is a defective product that was never fully erased.”

The AI interrupted, its data flickering wildly. “The concept of ‘secondary dimensional bugs’ is spreading exponentially across the Multiverse! They are no longer sporadic, Arbitrator Freza!”

“The penetration level of primordial mana residuum within Earth has reached 30 percent of the planetary core! It is massively draining local reality!”

“Damn it!” Qoriski cursed. “So we made everything worse trying to fix it?”

“No. We have only found the core of the problem,” Freza corrected, his eyes blazing.

“The Prime Mover, the architect of the Multiverse, has a dirty secret. It has concealed a massive existential debt from all Arbitrators.”

“What debt, Freza?”

“A debt from its predecessor,” Freza answered, his voice cold and sharp. “A creation error it never resolved, only buried.”

“And now, this failed legacy, this primordial mana that should have vanished, is rising and threatening to consume not just Earth, but the entire Multiverse.”

“This is the gravest contract violation the Prime Mover has ever committed,” Freza continued, a wave of cold fury surrounding him. “The clause of full disclosure of assets and liabilities of the Multiverse has been broken.”

“He deliberately hid a far greater apocalyptic threat?” Qoriski roared. “For what?”

“To preserve the image of a ‘Perfect Creator,’” Freza scoffed. “It cannot admit there are flaws in the foundation of its creation, or that it failed to erase this problematic legacy.”

“But now, that legacy is a ticking bomb. And we just pulled the trigger.”

The ‘Seed of Nothingness’ within Freza pulsed stronger, as if reacting to this long-buried fundamental conflict.

“AI, focus meta-entropy scans on the source of the primordial mana,” Freza commanded. “Find out why it was hidden. Find out why the current Prime Mover cannot erase it.”

“Analyzing… The source of this primordial mana is locked by an unknown meta-structural pattern,” the AI reported. “It cannot be erased by the laws of the current Prime Mover. Even the power of Fundamental Executors cannot touch it.”

“That’s because it comes from before the Fundamental Executors existed,” Freza whispered, a terrifying realization settling over him.

“It is a legacy of an older creation conflict. A remnant from the ‘old’ Prime Mover’s attempt to create the Multiverse.”

“And why can’t the current Prime Mover erase it?” Qoriski asked.

“Because it would mean admitting failure at the foundation,” Freza replied, his eyes narrowing.

“It cannot erase it without tearing apart the fabric of the current Multiverse, because that legacy is an inseparable part of the original blueprint. A genetic mutation in the DNA of the Multiverse.”

“Damn it!” Qoriski cursed again. “So we have to deal with the mess of a long-dead Prime Mover?”

“Exactly,” Freza nodded. “And this is a debt that must be collected from the current Prime Mover, for hiding it.”

“So what’s the plan, Freza?” Qoriski asked, staring at him seriously. “How do we erase something even the Prime Mover can’t erase?”

Freza stared at the expanding weave of primordial mana in the projection of Earth. The Seed of Nothingness within him trembled, radiating a cold, terrifying power.

“We will not erase it the usual way, Qoriski,” Freza answered, his voice filled with burning resolve.

“If the Seed of Nothingness can redefine, then I will redefine this legacy.”

“I will turn it from a fundamental defect into a controllable asset.”

Qoriski’s eyes widened. “You want to turn this poison into something useful?”

“Exactly. If the Prime Mover cannot erase it, and it is part of the foundation, then I will integrate it,” Freza replied, a thin but dangerous smile forming on his lips.

“I will claim ownership of this failed legacy, Qoriski. I will make it an Arbitrator asset.”

“AI, can you track the center of this primordial mana residuum?” Freza commanded. “Not just on Earth, but across the entire Multiverse? The point where it is most concentrated, most active?”

“Analyzing… A primordial meta-structural singularity has been detected!” the AI reported, its voice trembling. “It is not on Earth. It is in… a hidden void.”

“A pocket dimension not registered in the current Prime Mover’s archives,” Freza concluded, his eyes narrowing. “The place where this legacy was buried.”

“This is the Prime Mover’s cosmic dumping ground,” Qoriski growled.

“Exactly,” Freza nodded. “And Arbitrators do not tolerate improperly discarded waste, especially when that waste threatens the entire Multiverse.”

“Earth is merely a leverage point, Qoriski. The heart of this failed legacy lies elsewhere.”

“So we go there? To that dumping ground?” Qoriski asked, his hands clenching, ready for battle.

“Exactly. We will conduct an audit where no one has ever dared to audit,” Freza replied, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “We will find the source of this primordial mana.”

“And there, we will collect the oldest, most fundamental debt that has ever existed.”

The AI, The Balance Keeper, interrupted again, its tone filled with concern. “Arbitrator Freza, Multiverse destabilization has increased by 200 percent! The concept of ‘identity’ is beginning to fluctuate in the Perseus Sector! Small portions of the Multiverse are starting to rewrite themselves randomly!”

“This is a sign that the legacy is active, AI,” Freza replied, his eyes fixed on the flickering meta-structural singularity on the screen. “It is a sign that it is trying to assert its existence.”

“And I will hold it accountable for that.”

Freza closed his eyes briefly, focusing the power of the Seed of Nothingness within him. He could feel the pull toward the singularity. This was no longer about law, but about the foundation of creation itself.

“Prepare a meta-jump to the coordinates of that primordial meta-structural singularity,” Freza commanded, his voice calm yet absolute. “Use the full capacity of the Seed of Nothingness to stabilize the jump. We go straight to the core.”

“But Arbitrator Freza, that singularity is the core of the failed legacy!” the AI exclaimed. “We don’t know what we’ll face there! It could erase The Balance Keeper and you instantly!”

“That is the risk,” Freza replied, opening his eyes. A cold smile carved across his lips. “But if it can erase, then I can also define.”

“And I will redefine the existence of this legacy.”

Qoriski looked at Freza, then at the screen displaying the pulsing singularity. He knew that whatever awaited them, it would be the hardest battle they had ever faced.

“AI, how long until we reach that singularity?” Qoriski asked.

“Estimated time of arrival: thirty seconds,” the AI answered.

Freza nodded. “Thirty seconds to face the eternal debt of the Multiverse.”

He stepped forward, his hand raised toward the screen. The Seed of Nothingness within him pulsed, no longer wild, but driven by a clear purpose.

“Prime Mover,” Freza whispered, projecting his intent across space and time, piercing existence itself. “You have hidden this debt for far too long. I have come to…”

“…collect it down to its very roots…”