Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher
Chapter 26: The First Step Beyond

Chapter 26: The First Step Beyond

A vast, prismatic veil shimmered behind him—the Boundary of the Multiverse, the very edge of all known existence. It danced like light through crystal, folding reflections of countless universes into one endless mirror.

He stood there in silence.

"...So this is it," he whispered, voice caught between awe and hesitation. "I made it."

A slow breath left him. His eyes—silver, threaded with rainbow hues—scanned the infinite beyond. Every fragment of his being buzzed with energy. Excitement. Curiosity. And a flicker of nerves.

"Where should I even begin?"

Each universe pulsed with its own rhythm—worlds upon worlds stacked in endless variation. Some large, some small. Some wild and untamed, others humming with precise celestial order.

Even the smallest universe would be vast—filled with countless stars, planets, realms, and possibilities. He wasn’t just stepping into a new land. He was stepping into infinity.

"...Not yet," he muttered.

In a blink, he vanished.

—

Back on his island, the winds welcomed him with warm familiarity. Trees rustled. Magical creatures roared in the distance—drakes, phoenixes, strange beasts born from fused energies of old. The island was now a living world of its own.

"I need to prepare."

His eyes sparkled with childlike excitement.

"Computer, prepare traveling clothes. Artifacts. Nothing top-tier—I want to experience this as a new . Also, the dimensional storage bag."

The synthetic voice responded instantly, [Acknowledged. Compiling adaptive battlewear. Equipping medium-tier defense artifact and utility modules.]

"Oh, and one more thing," he added. "Copy yourself to the technowatch. I’m upgrading you soon. The data we gather will help make you something greater—maybe even sentient."

[Core transfer initiated. A subsystem will remain behind to maintain the island.]

He smirked. "Good."

With his travel gear ready, he wandered through the wilderness of his island—no longer a barren construct, but a living, breathing world teeming with life. Towering beasts soared through the skies, scaled titans slumbered in crystalline caves, and serpentine monsters glided through lakes that shimmered with magic. Ferocious. Dangerous. Some radiated such immense energy that they could rival calamities in other universes.

And yet... not one showed hostility.

They watched him with instinctual reverence. Not out of fear—though his strength alone was enough to terrify them—but because they knew. On some primal level, each creature recognized him as their origin. Their creator. The breath behind their existence.

He smiled, reaching out to brush his fingers along a feathered serpent’s scales as it coiled gently near him, low rumble echoing from its chest like a purring dragon-cat.

"Yeah," he murmured. "Still got it."

Everything was evolving.

Everything was alive.

His steps were calm, his aura serene. The radiant silver in his eyes—the glimmering mark of law and multiversal connection—had faded. His irises were purple once more, deep and quiet like a dormant storm. When he wasn’t invoking the laws, he looked almost... normal.

Well, his version of normal.

His weapon souls joined him not long after—manifested in small humanoid forms, each reflecting their weapon’s core nature. The first-born spear soul, tall and calm. The Crown’s fiery child, still wild and bright-eyed. Others with wings, horns, elemental markings, or trailing ribbons of magic.

"Creator!" they chimed.

"I told you. Sir."

"...Yes, sir."

They floated around him, curious and eager.

"Can we come with you to the outside worlds?"

"Not yet. You’re not ready," he replied softly. "You’re still growing—and unstable in unknown environments."

Their expressions dimmed slightly.

"But when you’re strong enough... I’ll take you to see the stars. That’s a promise."

They brightened at that.

Many of his older weapons, infused later with soul fragments, had begun to take form too—but their consciousness was weaker. They followed the elder souls in quiet admiration, slowly learning.

Later that day, he stood at the base of his forge and practiced new laws—Gravity, the curve of spacetime, bending matter and weight as he moved. He toyed with pressure, force, and compression fields. In time, he’d even started to glimpse the edges of deeper laws—abstract ones that weren’t just forces, but principles.

---

The next dawn arrived. Calm. Crisp. The first full sun he’d watched rise in years.

...Granted, he did manually rotate the island’s skyfield matrix to trigger the sunrise just for the drama.

"Worth it," he muttered, watching golden light spill across the land like a divine spotlight.

He stood on a cliff, his technowatch synced. Clothes simple but functional. Dimensional bag strapped to his back. Null energy gently coiled around him.

He turned to the island—his creation, his prison, and now his homeland.

"I’ll return," he said.

Then, his eyes gleamed silver once more.

"And now... let’s begin."

His form flickered—and vanished into the boundary of multiverse.

He stood on the edge of eternity.

The boundary of the multiverse shimmered before him—an endless crystalline veil of prism-colored light, shifting and swirling like an aurora reflected on shattered glass. His figure was calm amidst the chaos, a quiet storm of immense power cloaked in simplicity.

He wore a long grey overcoat that fluttered lightly in the ether, its surface etched with faint geometric runes that gleamed when viewed from certain angles. Beneath it, a plain white shirt stretched across a defined frame, tucked neatly into black pants that may have looked like regular travel gear—but were, in fact, high-grade artifacts laced with elemental resistance, physical enhancement, and spatial compression.

Slung over one shoulder was a blue-and-black bag—his dimensional storage, vast as a fortress inside. And on his wrist sat a sleek, octagonal device: his custom technowatch, the physical interface for his AI companion.

He took a deep breath, eyes glimmering faintly as he stepped closer to the boundary.

"Alright... let’s do this."

But as his hand touched the surface—

CRACK.

Fractures burst through the shimmering wall, lightning-like veins spreading from his fingertip. A sharp snap echoed in the void. He yanked his hand back instantly.

The cracks healed within seconds.

"...Seriously?" He put a palm to his forehead, exhaling. "Of course. I forgot."

He looked at his fingers, then muttered,

"I’m way too strong for this thing. If I force my way in, I might shatter the damn multiverse before even entering it."

With a dry look, he added,

"So this is what those overpowered main characters feel like when they get nerfed to join the story... huh. Guess I’m the cliché now."

He summoned Null, threading it through his own body with surgical precision. Runes of suppression glowed across his chest and arms.

Self-Imposed Seal: Power output restricted to 5%.

Immediately, the ambient weight of his presence diminished—but the strength remained, coiled beneath the surface. Worse (or better), ever since he comprehended the laws, his strength was evolving constantly. Each movement, each thought, was sharpening itself.

"Well... I can still feel the power. Just can’t use it all. Probably a good thing," he muttered. "Otherwise, I might end this entire multiverse by sneezing."

He chuckled.

Sealing in place, he reached forward again—this time, the boundary accepted him.

He passed through.

---

Beyond the veil, an ocean of light awaited.

Galaxies turned like slow-burning embers in the cosmic dark. Constellations shimmered in alien hues. Stars lived and died in every direction—some dense with mana, some radiating divine force, some thrumming with mechanical order or chaos-born entropy.

"So many universes..." he murmured, eyes wide with awe.

He scanned them—some clustered tightly like cities of stars, others isolated and vast like cosmic deserts. There was no logic to their placement, only the untamed sprawl of infinite creation.

He pointed at one. A random choice.

"That one."

In a blink, he teleported to the boundary of that universe.

As soon as he neared it, resistance hit him like a wall. Not a rejection, but a natural defense. The universe could feel his presence—too strong, too foreign. It pushed back, space and law tightening like coiled springs.

"Tch... figures," he said.

He focused, not sealing this time, but suppressing—condensing his pressure, dimming his overwhelming aura just enough to pass through. The force coiled in his bones like a compressed star.

With that, he stepped forward—

---

—and was inside.

A swirl of starlight unfolded around him.

Galaxies shimmered like jewels in the endless black, each one a complex swirl of energy and time. Solar systems rotated in quiet harmony. Some stars were familiar in color, others burned in impossible shades—violet suns, silver novas, crimson dwarfs. Life pulsed in the dark like faint drumbeats.

He floated amidst it all, smiling as the scale of reality settled in his chest like thunder.

"Wow..."

Awe and excitement painted across his face.

"So many universes," he whispered, eyes wide.

"And this... this is just one."

He focused, calling on the law of this universe, tuning into its rules. His eyes narrowed, shimmering.

"Show me worlds with life."

Instantly, thousands of pulses echoed in his mind—each one a planet breathing mana, spirit, or some variant of life energy.

He picked one at random—no plan, no reason.

"Let’s go."

He teleported.

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A swirl of starlight later, he stood in the void, gazing at a bluish-green world rotating beneath him. Clouds curled over oceans and forests stretched across continents.

"I finally arrived..."

He descended, slow at first—then faster, as gravity and atmosphere wrapped around him like an old memory.

When his feet touched down, it was on a hillside blanketed in tall, golden-green grass. The wind rolled across the fields, carrying the scent of flowers and earth.

Behind him, a forest. Ahead, open plains.

And on the distant path—he saw movement. A horse-drawn cart, creaking forward, led by robed figures with tired smiles and conversation in a language he instantly understood via ambient mana.

People.

Real people.

Ethan—no longer just a drifting anomaly, no longer a nameless force in Nowhere—stood in the world once more.

He exhaled, a smile breaking across his face.

"Finally... I’m really here."