Cultivator vs. Galaxy: Rebirth in a World of Mechas-Chapter 3: ch The Beginning of the End… or the End of the Beginning?-3

Chapter 3 - ch 3 The Beginning of the End... or the End of the Beginning?-3

Everyone watching felt it. The fear. The awe. The unspoken question:

What kind of monster had just awakened in front of them?

And from there, I began my journey to reach the peak.

From Novice Rank to Apprentice, Warrior, Master, and Grandmaster — I achieved them all in just a few years. Less than a decade. All because of my talents, the enhanced physical body granted by my true Martial Spirit of Creation, and the absurd cultivation speed powered by my manifested Mecha Spirit — Aurora, a Transcendent Grade Martial Spirit.

To others, Aurora may have seemed like a Divine Grade spirit, a level above the Saint Grade. But only I knew the truth: Transcendent Grade was beyond classification — beyond even the control of the universal laws. Aurora wasn't just a spirit. It was a fragment of creation itself.

After reaching the peak of the Endite World, I ascended to the Spirit Realm — a more stable and powerful plane of existence. There, I continued my cultivation journey with one goal in mind: reach the true peak — and surpass it.

Spirit Realm Progression:

Spirit Lord

Spirit King (achieved within a decade)

Spirit Emperor (within another decade)

Spirit Sovereign (in four to five decades)

Spirit Enlistment (within a century)

At the peak of Spirit Enlistment, I prepared for another breakthrough. Soon, I transcended into the Divine Realm. I stayed there for around 10,000 years, advancing through:

Divine Realm Stages:

Divine Warrior

Divine Master

Divine Grandmaster

Divine Lord

Divine King

Divine Emperor

Divine Sovereign

Divine Ancestor

A few centuries later, I transcended again — into the Immortal Realm, where I remained for 20,000 to 30,000 years, cultivating through:

Immortal Stages:

Immortal Ascension

Bronze Immortal

Silver Immortal

Golden Immortal

True Immortal

Eventually, I achieved Supreme Sovereign Realm, which marked the final refinement of my foundation. Within a mere thousand years, I advanced through:

God Ascension (1st–9th level)

Supreme God of the Heavens

But even that wasn't the end.

At the peak of the Supreme God Realm, I realized something profound: what we called "the heavens" was only one of many such realms. There were countless others across infinite dimensions — endless possibilities and realities. So, I left.

I wandered the infinite chaos, visiting universe after universe. And in one of them, my Martial Spirit of Creation finally awakened its true form. It smiled — a chimed resonance that echoed in my soul — and told me: "My true power is still limited by your current realm. Keep ascending."

That was when I truly understood: Supreme God Realm wasn't the end.

I began to study the laws of every universe I visited. Each world's rules were fundamentally the same — yet different in nuance. I cultivated, adapted, and refined my understanding across these laws until they no longer felt foreign. They became mine.

Eventually, I transcended everything.

The rules of reality obeyed me. Creation and destruction, time and space, all bent to my will. Infinite realms, dimensions, timelines — I could create them as easily as drawing breath.

And only then did I understand the essence of true creation.

People believe that before anything existed, there was only darkness — that both creation and destruction come hand in hand. But that's wrong.

What would there be to destroy — or to create if there was truly nothing?

True nothingness implies the absence of everything — no matter, no energy, no space, no time, no laws of physics.

If there were truly nothing, then not even the potential for something to exist or emerge would be present. This directly contradicts the theory that creation and destruction are merely two sides of the same coin.

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No time → no change.

No space → no context.

No laws → no causality.

No potential → no possibility of transformation.

In this case, even the concept of "two sides of a coin" fails, because there's no coin.

Therefore, at the very beginning, there must have been something — meaning that creation is the true starting point, while destruction can only follow after something has come into existence.

Creation doesn't follow destruction. It precedes everything. That's the truth I uncovered through my spirit. And that's what took me beyond gods, beyond immortals — beyond even the concept of power.

And I'm not saying this out of ignorance — far from it. At my level of comprehension, I have not only perceived the state where even 'nothingness' did not exist, but I have transcended to that realm myself. I stood in pure emptiness — the absolute absence of all things, beyond existence and non-existence.

And there, I witnessed the first spark of creation. From true nothingness, something emerged: space, time, law, and the very possibility of potential and transformation. From that seed, chaos was born. And from chaos, infinite dimensions unfolded. Within that boundless expanse, destruction took place for the first time — and yet, creation continued, cycling endlessly, birthing universes, new laws, new times, and ever more realms of being.

Though I had reached the true peak — transcending the limits of power itself — it took me less than 100,000 years to become an omnipotent being.

Though I had reached the true peak — transcending the limits of power itself — it took me less than 100,000 years to become an omnipotent being.

With nothing left to challenge me, I lived a leisurely life with my family — the ones I had kept alive across the eons. They were happy. We shared countless memories, timeless moments, and an endless peace.

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Eventually, I began to feel detached — from the world, from life, from emotion itself. And one day, my parents and loved ones approached me with words I never expected:

"We've lived long enough."

After millions of years, even they felt it. The weight of immortality. The emptiness of a life where nothing was new, and nothing could surprise them anymore. They weren't cultivators chasing eternal life — they had lived for love, for experience. And now, they were ready to move on.

I respected their choice.

So I let them live normally. Without interference. Without barriers. And one by one, over millions of years, they passed — not because of weakness, but because they chose to.

Their passing left a hollow in me deeper than any void I had ever seen.

And so I drifted. For eons, I wandered in solitude. Sometimes visiting new realms for brief amusement. Sometimes watching young talents struggle and grow, even secretly helping them — giving them a nudge, a chance to rise. I suppose... in a way, I was creating new protagonists. Trying to feel something through them.

But even that lost meaning.

And then... I don't even know why, but I made a choice. Not to die. Not to sleep. But to reincarnate.