Kyuroto stepped into the heart of the paradoxical tower. The walls bent and melted, shifting between existence, non-existence, and impossibility. The threads he followed pulsed violently—not just probability, but the very definitions of reality, death, and oblivion themselves.
He paused. A subtle hum, almost imperceptible, filled the void. The air itself seemed to ask questions that no being could answer: What is death? What is nothingness? What is a concept?
Kyuroto smiled faintly, his presence radiating an aura that defied comprehension. At 1% of his 1,000,000% power, he already exceeded the boundaries of all mortal thought.
"Death… is a pathway. Oblivion… is a doorway. Concepts… are just threads waiting to be unraveled," he whispered.
The killer's projection—an entity made of fractured timelines, erased possibilities, and hidden paradoxes—lunged forward, but Kyuroto didn't move. Instead, he existed beyond the strike. The concept of attack could not touch him; the concept of defense could not contain him. He was beyond the very meaning of action itself.
Time itself fractured around him, then healed. Reality trembled and whispered secrets that no being was ever meant to hear.
In that instant, Kyuroto realized:
He was beyond death—even the most absolute erasure could not harm him.
He was beyond nothingness—non-existence had no dominion over him.
He was beyond the concept of concepts—definitions, limits, and rules were merely threads he could unravel at will.
The threads of probability, fate, and reality bent around him in devotion, anticipating his slightest thought. Even the killer's paradoxical projections paused in hesitation, sensing the impossibility of their prey.
"You sought to hide in erasure, in nothing, in paradox," Kyuroto said, voice calm yet resonant across infinite dimensions.
"But I am beyond all of it. And now… I will find the truth."
The shadow of the killer shivered. Kyuroto, even at a fraction of his power, had reached a state where the rules of existence were optional.
And from this state, the hunt for his parents' killer became absolute. Every erased timeline, every hidden probability, every paradoxical fold was now Kyuroto territory.
In that quiet, impossible space between reality and the undefinable, the Whisper of Infinity walked unchallenged—beyond life, beyond death, beyond nothing, beyond concept itself.