The Eternal Ending

In the void, Arthur gazed out alone, observing the world in his own way.

At his level of power, a single thought was enough to accomplish many things.

Creating a world or destroying one—such things were effortless in his eyes. Even permanently changing the rules to some extent was no difficult feat for him.

No matter how absurd it might seem, it was entirely possible for him.

For example, at that very moment, if he wished, he could alter certain rules and drastically shorten the Elves' period of growth, reducing it from a thousand years to a hundred, or even less.

He could even establish a rule in the Wizard World: anyone who invoked Arthur's name would receive an unseen blessing from the laws, allowing their power to grow faster and making it easier for them to reach the pinnacle.

A single thought could achieve far, far too much.

But Arthur felt no joy. He felt only bewilderment.

Because now, he could truly feel the barrier before him.

An invisible door stood in his way, preventing him from glimpsing the true mysteries and grasping the ultimate truths.

The former Red King had never felt this way.

The Red King had possessed power much like Arthur's now, power that was nearly omnipotent, yet he had never felt this particular barrier.

In a sense, perhaps this proved that Arthur's power had now surpassed the Red King's.

"So be it."

Arthur raised his head and gazed outward. "I've done all that needed to be done. From here on, even if I stake everything on one final attempt, I'll have no regrets."

He spoke softly, the thought passing through his mind.

From the beginning until now, Arthur had lived with very few regrets.

At the start, with the advantages he had, he could easily