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ARCHITECT:
(Voice unwavering, calm, unbothered)
“Every outcome. Every timeline. Every possibility. I have already accounted for them. Your strength is meaningless here because this battle was never about strength.”
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Goku grits his teeth—and then roars.
His aura explodes outward, shaking the floating city to its core.
Everything bends around him. The very concept of the battlefield begins to crack.
His hair flares white. Ultra Instinct.
Then flickers red. Ultra Instinct with Kaio-Ken.
Then flashes gold. Blue. Silver. Primal.
His body shifts between transformations, flickering between all of his power at once, as if rejecting the very idea of limitations.
He launches himself forward, fists glowing like collapsing stars.
Goku is everywhere at once. A thousand Gokus. A million.
The city bends, the code of reality fractures, entire timelines shatter from the sheer force of his attacks.
And for the first time—
The Architect is forced to move.
He steps back. Just once. Just a fraction of an inch.
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GOKU:
(Eyes burning with fire, grinning like a maniac)
“Gotcha.”
His fist screams through the void—and connects.
The Architect's throne erupts into nothingness.
The city trembles. The screens shatter. The very concept of this battlefield begins to unravel.
And then—
Everything stops.
Goku’s fist is frozen in midair.
Not by an external force. Not by an illusion.
But by something deeper.
A hesitation.
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ARCHITECT:
(Voice calm, unwavering, inevitable)
“Ah. And there it is.”
And suddenly, Goku understands.
This battle was never real. The Architect was never fighting.
Because he already won before the fight even began.
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ARCHITECT:
“You are a warrior, Goku. A legend. A being of immeasurable strength. But you have one fatal flaw… You always need a battlefield.
So I simply took it away.”
And with that—
Everything collapses into nothingness.
There is no defeat.
No knockout.
No final blow.
Only silence.
And the Architect’s voice, whispering one last thing.
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ARCHITECT:
“Game over.”
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Goku floats in the void.
The Architect is gone. The battlefield is gone.
But he remains. Unscathed. Alive. Thinking.
He lifts his hand, looking at it. It’s steady. Strong. But something feels different.
And then—he does something unexpected.
He smiles.
A small, quiet smile. Not of victory. Not of arrogance.
But of understanding.
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GOKU (whispering, amused, almost to himself):
“Heh… Guess I still got a long way to go.”
His fingers curl into a fist, but this time—not in frustration.
In excitement.
Because he knows.
He will get stronger.
He will surpass even this.
Because he’s Son Goku.
And no matter the battlefield… He always finds a way.
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The Book Of Origin: Codex Architectus
Fantasy"The Book of Origin: Codex Architectus" The universe wasn't born. It was written. Before time, the Architect carved reality into pages-then vanished. What's left behind is the Codex: a living manuscript that rewrites everything you thought was true...
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