Flap.

Before explaining, Theo spread his hands, and a robe appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around his body. Space wasn’t hot or cold, so this was a matter of atmosphere. Akashic saw through Theo’s actions and felt awe.

[Denial of nothing? Reversing the phase of existence and non-existence. It is different from the recorded ‘Theodore Miller’.]

The robe hadn’t come from Theo’s Inventory, nor had it been made using existing materials. Creation magic had literally created the robe from nothing. It was one step beyond the realm of ultimate magic. Interfering with matter and non-matter was a metaphysical concept.

“It’s pretty good for someone who just came back from the dead, right?” Theo answered with a wry smile.

It would be difficult to catch a clue about this, even if he studied for more than a thousand years. The creation spell he used just now was just a minor amusement.

Theo’s eyes widened as he stared at Akashic. “The throne of omnipotence... I didn’t know why it was called this, but now I know better than anyone else. A collection of dimensional information? What ridiculous nonsense. It’s just information. The self-consciousness wields infinite power.”

The origin of this mystery was denied by the source. However, Akashic didn’t refute the remark. He just waited quietly without denying or confirming the matter. In the face of omnipotence, no concept was absolute. Good and evil, justice and injustice, yin and yang…

It was possible to end the universe at this moment...