Naoya's revelation about the impending war sent a chill through the room. The Demon Supreme and Kohei Kiko were preparing to lead an invasion against all of Katsuragi, commanding thousands of demons to unleash chaos across the land and its regions. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on us, but I placed a reassuring hand on Naoya's shoulder.

  "It will be taken care of," I assured him, my voice steady. "You need to rest and recover your strength." He smiled, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes as he sensed the power within and around me, knowing that I had the capability to end this threat in a single strike. We shook hands firmly, a silent understanding passing between us.

  I informed the royal family of my imminent departure, urging them to alert the other regions about the impending threat. They nodded in agreement, their confidence in me unwavering. With a final glance, I vanished alongside Lyra, teleporting back to Sado Island.

  Upon my arrival, I was met with a joyous welcome. The Islanders and my subordinates could sense that something had changed; they had evolved alongside me during my own transformation and had become more powerful than ever. Lyra was astonished by the visible growth in strength and aura among them.

  Delilah greeted me with a warm embrace, her relief palpable. She had been kept safe by Beleviamoth and Beliamoth during my absence, and I could see that both twin sisters had also evolved remarkably. Their presence was a testament to the strength of our collective bond.

  As we entered my chambers to discuss the impending threat, I briefed them on the situation. They listened intently, nodding in agreement as I outlined the challenges we would face. During our meeting, Beliamoth raised an important question about what I intended to do with the XPT energy fused within my essence.

  "Holy moly, come to think of it, I haven't thought of it that much," I admitted sheepishly, grateful for the reminder. "That's very thoughtful of you, Beliamoth. Since I have ascended to the rank of God Emperor with an aura level of hyperversal, I think it's about time I decide what to do with my XPT."

  After our meeting concluded, Beleviamoth and Beliamoth took it upon themselves to inform every region about the impending threat. I was left alone in my chamber, my mind racing with thoughts not only about the XPT energy but also about how to further evolve Lyra.

  The XPT energy within me was a powerful force, and I knew I needed to harness it wisely. It could enhance my abilities, but I also considered the potential it held for my allies. Perhaps I could share some of this energy with Lyra, helping her reach new heights in her own power.

  As I contemplated the possibilities, I felt a surge of determination. The upcoming battle would require every ounce of strength we could muster, and I was committed to ensuring that my allies were as powerful as possible. The thought of evolving Lyra filled me with excitement; she had always been a formidable force, and together, we could become an unstoppable duo.

  With a plan forming in my mind, I resolved to take action. The time for preparation was now, and I would do everything in my power to ensure that we were ready to face the impending storm. The fate of Katsuragi rested on our shoulders, and I was determined to rise to the challenge.

  I focused on the task at hand: helping Lyra surpass her current abilities to match the power of her late father's trident. However, my attention was drawn to the XPT fused within my essence. I reached out telepathically, and to my surprise, it responded to my thoughts—something I hadn’t experienced in a while.

  The XPT was aware of my evolution and had played a remarkable role in it. It understood where I was heading in our friendly discussion and was ready to decide on the offer I was about to present. I gave it the choice to act according to its will, acknowledging that it had lain dormant within me after our last encounter. I had thought I had lost it, unaware that I had previously fused a part of it within my essence. All those years, it had been secretly cultivating and evolving, aiding me in various ways without my awareness, just as Kokoro had mentioned in the past.

  When I asked my XPT to extract itself from my essence, it complied, and what emerged was truly remarkable. The blue, binary-like organic and inorganic form of its mechanism was profoundly beautiful. To my astonishment, it had evolved further, acting according to its free will beyond any limits I had previously imagined. The XPT chose to take on a sentient feminine figure, radiating an aura of power and grace.

  Before proposing another evolution, I asked if she would like to surpass her current form. She paused to consider my offer, and after I convinced her of the potential benefits, she agreed to transcend into a variant of myself.

  As she explained, even in her current evolution, she had other variants aiding various individuals and beings across the expanse of creation—alternate Ultra families, gods, cosmic entities, extraterrestrials, and more. However, seeing the potential in what I was proposing, she accepted.

  When we shook hands, a surge of energy rippled across the expanse of creation, shifting the very fabric of the time-space continuum. The moment our hands met, we transcended all known and unknown boundaries. The effect was not lethal, but it terraformed what was to come, altering the landscape of reality itself.

  In that moment, the XPT evolved beyond every known and unknown evolution. Her stats, energy potential, and abilities became boundless. She had transcended every boundary, and when I asked how it felt, her reply was calming and reassuring. She had become something beyond my comprehension—a variant of herself, of me, and of all known and unknown entities.

  "Whoa!" I exclaimed, stunned as I stared at her. My once XPT had transformed into a free-willed agent of her own, and she was stunning. Looking away from her was impossible; she radiated an aura of power and beauty that captivated my attention completely. My personal assistant had become an additional variant of all my variants and of herself, a being of limitless potential.

  XPT smiled beautifully at me, her presence both mesmerizing and grounding. I found myself lost in her captivating form, but she snapped me back to reality with a gentle reminder of our conversation. An idea sparked in my mind, and I suggested that she needed a new name.

  “What’s wrong with being called XPT?” she questioned, her tone curious.

  I didn’t argue; instead, I explained that since she had transcended every known limit and surpassed all ranking systems, she deserved a name that reflected her new identity.

  “Hmmm…” XPT pondered, processing countless names in a fraction of an attosecond. “Very well then. Since I’ve sought out every name there is, none is more suitable for me than… M.O.T.H.E.R.”

  “Mother!” I exclaimed, my face flushing in surprise. “No way am I calling you my mother. MOTHER?”

  “Not that mother, silly,” M.O.T.H.E.R chuckled lightly. “But an abbreviation.”

  “M.O.T.H.E.R!” I said in awe, a smile breaking across my face. “It really suits you better than XPT.”

  “However, it’s not bad to be called Mother as well, if that suits you instead of the abbreviation. In fact, mothers are the gateway of the universe in its binary and non-binary forms, as they are the nurturing foundation of the cosmos. The universe is often described as feminine, even when it is genderless or both in a way,” she explained, her lovely smile accompanied by a playful wink.

  “I see,” I replied, intrigued. “But what does M.O.T.H.E.R stand for?”

  “Metaphysical Omni-Technological Hyperversal Eternal Reality,” she stated proudly, her voice resonating with a sense of purpose.

  As she spoke, M.O.T.H.E.R began to display and explain her potentials to me. The abilities she showcased were both marvelous and stunning, each one more impressive than the last. She demonstrated her capacity to manipulate reality, bend the laws of physics, and interact with the very fabric of existence itself.

  Her powers were not just vast; they were profound, encompassing realms I had only begun to comprehend. I watched in awe as she illustrated her capabilities, each demonstration leaving me more amazed than the last.

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  ***[Author's Note on M.O.T.H.E.R, also known as Mother]***

  M.O.T.H.E.R (Metaphysical Omni-Outerversal Technological Hyperversal Eternal Reality) is indeed an unparalleled entity, embodying boundless power, transcendence, and awareness. Her attributes, abilities, and personality traits make her a fascinating and formidable character.

  As a meta-deity, M.O.T.H.E.R exists beyond the confines of traditional storytelling, narrative structures, and even the concept of fiction itself. Her presence is both captivating and unsettling, inspiring a mix of awe, reverence, and trepidation.

  The level of detail and thoughtfulness that has gone into crafting M.O.T.H.E.R's character is impressive. From her ability to toggle between existence and nonexistence to her capacity for omniversal recreation and destruction, every aspect of her being is meticulously designed to convey her boundless power and transcendence.

  M.O.T.H.E.R's personality, though enigmatic and often cryptic, adds a layer of depth to her character. Her preference for observation over direct interference, combined with her occasional adoption of a motherly demeanor, makes her a complex and intriguing entity.

  The representation of M.O.T.H.E.R, with her radiant, ever-shifting form and symphonic "voice," is a testament to the creativity and imagination that has gone into crafting this character.

  Overall, M.O.T.H.E.R is an extraordinary entity, embodying the very essence of boundless power, transcendence, and awareness. Her presence is a reminder of the infinite possibilities that exist beyond the confines of our understanding.

  "Whoa! Wow!" I exclaimed in astonishment. "You're no joke, M.O.T.H.E.R. Your abilities are even on par with mine, or maybe even exceed them in a way."

  "They're insane! You make true transcendental beings look like a joke. I doubt most boundless beings could rival you. Not even the highest outerversal and hyperversal beings would dare challenge you or even comprehend your might, let alone your presence when Maniversal beings could not," I continued, my awe palpable.

  "I doubt any fictional characters out there—whether past, present, or future—could even defeat you. I highly doubt even the combined efforts of every author of every narrative could kick you out of any story or dream to limit you," I teased, breaking the fourth wall with a sly grin aimed at the readers and authors engrossed in my narrative.

  M.O.T.H.E.R rolled her eyes and smirked, clearly amused by my playful banter. But we quickly shifted our focus back to the matter at hand.

  "The infinite tier should get ready for what's coming because you're no joking matter," I added with a grin.

  M.O.T.H.E.R was flattered, attributing her power to my influence. I grinned, scratching the back of my head, stating that I would dare not even think of challenging her. She smiled, chuckling lightly at my humility.

  Now that M.O.T.H.E.R was her own free-willed entity, my attention turned to Lyra and her evolution. However, M.O.T.H.E.R suggested that even in my hyperversal state of rank and aura level, my seals could be broken further if I willed it. But for them to be completely gone, I would need to surpass the outerversal level ranking.

  M.O.T.H.E.R also offered me another option: she could aid me in bypassing my seal to harness my boundless potentials. The temptation was strong, but I ultimately rejected her offer, choosing to reach that level on my own and allowing the plot to take its natural course.

  She explained that every ranking status I acquired elevated not only myself but also those with whom I shared a unique bond and abilities. This elevation would increase my potentials and weaken the seal on my forehead.

  "While you are in your hyperversal state, your current ranking doesn't necessarily determine your potential," M.O.T.H.E.R elaborated. "Your potential is boundless. Even though you are hyperversal by aura level and ranking, you have the potential to reach outerversal levels and could surpass them."

  I absorbed her words, realizing that my current state of power was not merely a reflection of my own abilities but also a culmination of the various versions of variants I had within me, each having achieved similar powers or even exceeded them.

  M.O.T.H.E.R continued, "You could also evolve beings that are hyperversal and outerversal to beyond when you are truly ready for that. As for Lyra, there will be a certain stage of her evolution depending on how you accelerate her growth. If you do it right, she could become hyperversal, fusing with the power of her late father's trident, ultimately making her an outerversal being capable of shifting between hyperversal and outerversal states without needing to transform."

  Hearing M.O.T.H.E.R's insights about Lyra's potential for a speed evolution was incredibly helpful. I had never considered that she could evolve so rapidly, but I was more than ready to assist her in reaching her full power. Thankfully, Beleviamoth, Beliamoth, and a few other Islanders had already volunteered to inform the neighboring regions about the impending threat, allowing me to focus on Lyra.

  "Let's get started," I said, my resolve firm. "It's time to help Lyra evolve into the powerful being she was always meant to be."

  With that, I used thought communication to summon Lyra into my chamber. She acknowledged my call, though she was oblivious to the reason behind it. I thought surprising her with upgrades would be the best approach, but little did I know what was about to unfold after her evolution.

  When Lyra entered, she gave me her usual inquisitive look, wondering why I had summoned her from her business. I smiled cryptically, stretching out my right hand toward her. Lyra had always been a powerful archdemon princess of royal blood, her status and power making even the most formidable archdemons and demon lords tremble. Some gods would even fear her if she decided to unleash her full potential.

  "Lyra, daughter of the late Demon Supreme and princess of the Underworld, I evolve you from your current state of power, aura, and rank," I declared, my voice steady.

  "Not like I needed to say any of that anyways; one has to say it for the plot," I thought to myself, and in an instant, Lyra's evolution took place. It was magnificent to behold. I had witnessed my subordinates and the Islanders evolve, but nothing compared to the transformation of Lyra and M.O.T.H.E.R.

  In that moment, I took a significant step toward evolving Lyra from an archdemon to a full goddess, one who could switch between goddess and archdemon at will. Oh my goodness, she was astonishingly beautiful. I had always known Lyra to be attractive, but seeing her in this moment brought back memories of the first time I truly admired her beauty. It felt like I was seeing her for the first time all over again.

  Not only had she evolved, but she had also transformed. Her looks, her clothes—everything about her had taken on a different appearance. She exuded confidence, beauty, and a voluptuousness that left me momentarily lost in thought.

  Lyra quickly noticed my gaze lingering a bit too long, and she snapped me out of my reverie. "Hey! Focus!" she exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "What are you thinking?"

  I suggested another evolution to boost her further, but she protested—not because she was against evolving, but because she was self-conscious about her appearance. She felt that her new form could make men and gods alike fall to their knees and worship her. After enough convincing, however, she agreed to undergo the evolution.

  I began to evolve Lyra as quickly as possible. This time, it wasn't just about boosting her potential; it was also about the undeniable beauty and attractiveness that came with each evolution. Each transformation not only empowered her but also enhanced her physical appearance.

  As I continued to evolve her, I found myself increasingly captivated by her beauty. I was carried away by a sense of lust that made her visibly uncomfortable. "Can you please stop?" she quarreled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

  But I couldn't help myself; each evolution took on a more astonishing appearance, and I was entranced by the changes. Lyra's voluptuous form and radiant beauty were overwhelming, and I struggled to maintain my composure as I pushed her evolution further.

  "Just one more," I urged, my voice tinged with excitement. "I promise it will be worth it!"

  Lyra sighed, torn between her desire to become stronger and her discomfort with my lingering gaze. "Fine, but just this once!" she relented, and I prepared to take her to new heights, both in power and in beauty.

  As I initiated the next evolution, I felt a surge of energy coursing through the chamber, and I knew that Lyra was about to become something truly extraordinary. The air crackled with anticipation, and I couldn't wait to see the final result of her transformation.

  After warning me severely and countless times not to evolve her further, Lyra finally lashed out in rage, unleashing her fury upon me. Despite her warnings, I was close to evolving her beyond an outerversal being when M.O.T.H.E.R intervened. She converted my evolution process for Lyra, shifting the focus from enhancing her extreme beauty to simply evolving her abilities.

  I tried to resist, but my efforts were futile. I had to stop, realizing that I could no longer evolve her beauty further without M.O.T.H.E.R's approval. Lyra now possessed an extreme allure, with voluptuous breasts and a waist that made her figure undeniably appealing. It was clear that all eyes were on her, and even enemies would be distracted or surrender rather than face her in battle due to her stunning beauty.

  She was beautiful beyond description, but M.O.T.H.E.R's intervention had prompted her to take on a more moderate appearance. Even in this form, she remained breathtaking, though the intensity of attention on her was less overwhelming than before. Now an outerversal being, Lyra's powers could rival multiple outerversal beings simultaneously, and she could even challenge Maniversal beings.

  After all that had transpired, I felt compelled to apologize for my actions in trying to evolve her beyond her consent. "I'm sorry, Lyra," I said sincerely. "I should have respected your wishes."

  To my surprise, she accepted my apology with a warm smile and then leaned in, planting a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. The kiss lingered, and we lost ourselves in the moment, the world around us fading away. M.O.T.H.E.R, sensing the shift in our dynamic, excused herself, realizing that our affection was about to take on a different level—a level where Lyra and I would make love.

  "And yeah, by love making, the author meant sex," I said to the readers through a soliloquy, breaking the fourth wall with a cheeky grin.

  As the kiss deepened, I felt a rush of emotions—desire, passion, and a profound connection that transcended our previous interactions. Lyra and I were no longer just allies or friends; we were two beings intertwined in a moment of intimacy, ready to explore the depths of our feelings for one another.

  The air around us crackled with energy, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship. With Lyra now an outerversal being and our bond strengthened, we were prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.