The void remained untouched. Still. Neither light nor dark. Neither time nor form. Just existence — raw and undefined.
In that nothingness, two presences hovered: one eternal, one becoming.
You've thought this through, the One Above All said gently, his voice more feeling than sound.
Alex floated beside him, no body, just will — a concept dreaming of shape. I've had a few eons to think, yeah.
And you are sure, OAA continued, that when the First Firmament is born, you want to tie yourself to it — as the Concept of Energy?
Alex nodded. It's the only way I truly belong in the fabric of everything. No more outsider. No more add-on. I'll be there from the very first pulse.
There was a pause — a breath held in a place that had never learned how to exhale.
But you've also said, OAA added, turning his gaze toward the distant shimmer of not-yet-creation, that your true work — your plan — doesn't begin until the 7th Cosmos. Why wait that long? Why not the 2nd, or the 3rd?
Alex's reply came with a laugh — light, amused, but grounded in something real.
Old Man OAA, he said, smirking in a way that was felt more than seen, did you forget? All the interesting stuff happens in the 7th Cosmos.
OAA raised a proverbial eyebrow.
I mean, come on, Alex continued. Avengers. X-Men. Mutants, metahumans, sorcerers, tech-geniuses, the whole parade. And don't even get me started on Earth — not mine, but that Earth — the one that's always in the middle of every cosmic mess.
He shook his essence like a grin stretching across the stars. Why would I waste my Kryptonians and Saiyans on earlier iterations? The 2nd Cosmos is just Celestials sorting out their parental trauma. The 3rd is gods throwing tantrums. But the 7th? That's where the stories get good.
OAA let out a slow, knowing chuckle. So your grand cosmic plan… is driven by narrative sense?
Alex smirked again, then turned serious — like stone throwed in a still water.
It's more than story, he said. The 7th Cosmos is where reality starts to open up. Where mortal potential begins to rival godhood. Where struggle defines strength, and strength creates legacy. That's where the real evolution begins.
And besides, he added, I only need a few universes and merge them together to create a huge universe combined of 3 or 4 universes. Just think about it in a normal marvel universe where earth is and other things like nine realms Odin , Ancient One are there the universe which is so big will be created by me by merging 3 or 4 universes so all the things that happen in the universe will happen but the universe that originally is bigger so it only covered a quarter of it so where everything amazing things happen like earth nine realms is in a quarter part of this big merged universe and the other 3/4 of the universe will belong to the saiyans and the kryptonian and they will not move into that quarter area of the universe because i forbid them so The Saiyans and Kryptonians will not interfere whatever happens in that area.
OAA studied him, and heard what he said about the merging of the universes and other stuff.
That is of course The First Generation of Celestials Agree but if the First Generation of Celestials oppose you?
Alex's expression hardened. The warmth didn't vanish — but it forged itself into resolve.
Then they'll find out, he said slowly, exactly why I was made the Concept of Energy.
He drifted forward in the void, voice steady as gravity.
I don't need to destroy them. But I will remind them — brutally, if necessary — that I'm not some cosmic accident. I'm not a force to manipulate. I'm the foundation. They move stars? I move them. They channel energy? I am the reason it flows.
And if they still don't listen? Alex shrugged, a dangerous calm overtaking him. I'll beat them so hard their atoms will remember my name.
Silence. Again.
I'm not trying to rule anything because it's too hectic and many things to do so I am not interested, Alex said.
OAA's tone softened hearing all of this. It will be a long time before the 7th Cosmos comes. You'll live through many rises. Many falls. Endless death and rebirth of the Cosmos.
I know, Alex whispered. But I've already lived more than 300 billion years alone. Waiting. Training. Watching the void stretch forever. I can wait a little longer. Especially now that I know what I'm waiting for and The will of mine is stronger I can still wait a few more cosmos for my plan to begin anyway the least thing I lack is time.
He turned toward the sleeping shimmer far ahead — the soon-to-awaken First Firmament. His voice dropped to a murmur, like wind brushing against a future not yet born.
When it dreams of motion... I'll be there. When it whispers of heat, of pulse, of flow... that will be me. Not a being. A need.
OAA extended a symbolic hand again, pressing it to where Alex's soul-core thrummed.
Then so it shall be, he said. When the First Firmament stirs, it will unknowingly cry out for you. And you will be born — not as a child of gods, but as the first concept it ever needed.
Alex nodded. And when the time comes — when the 7th Cosmos rises and legends begin — I'll be ready.
OAA smiled. They won't understand you at first.
They don't need to, Alex said. They just need to remember.
Alex said especially I will not interfere in their things and plus for The First Generation Of Celestials A being like me with power more than them combined they will not attack me foolishly after all . I did not interfere with what they will do to the first firmament so anyway after the first firmament is blasted and the 2nd Cosmos comes I will make my own dimension of energy and reside in it and they also won't disturb me.