Akimoto had passed through the Information Layer. But what awaited him ahead was not simple. As he looked up, invisible rules intertwined into a giant network, covering the space before him—this was the Layer Of Law.

Jasper: "This layer is where countless people before you stopped. Those who thought that once they had all the information, they could do anything. But they were wrong, because here, information is only part of the rules."

Akimoto: "Rules?"

Jasper: "Yes. Space, time, motion, existence—all must obey absolute rules. There are no exceptions."

Akimoto entered the Layer Of Law, and immediately, he felt a terrible pressure. Unlike before, where he could transform himself according to the information he received, here, every single movement was bound by an invisible force.  Space no longer flows, time no longer flows freely—everything is imposed by absolute rules.

He tried to step forward, but as soon as he did, an invisible force stopped him. It seemed like this place did not allow him to move freely.

Jasper: "This level does not accept chaos. All your actions must conform to its rules."

Akimoto frowned. If that was the case, how could he pass? He could not bend the rules with knowledge or information like before. If he tried to force it, reality itself would erase him.

After a few experiments, he gradually realized that each level had its own set of rules, and he himself was bound by an invisible rule. If he wanted to pass, he could not go against the rules—he had to become a part of it.

Akimoto closed his eyes, immersing himself in the flow of the rules.  He felt the rules around him: Once standing still, he couldn't move. Once moving, he couldn't stop. Once existing, he couldn't be erased. These rules were like invisible strings that bound everything.

Akimoto: "If that's the case... I just need to change my own rules!"

He focused, not trying to break the rules anymore, but instead, re-establishing himself as a new rule. If everything here was bound by rules, then he himself could become a separate rule.

A shattering sound rang out. Akimoto's body transformed. He was no longer bound by the rules of this space—on the contrary, he had become a part of it, a rule that existed without being imposed.

The Layer Of Law had been broken!

When Akimoto entered the Layer Of Concept, he immediately felt the difference.  The space here is no longer fixed, no longer has a shape, no longer has a clear boundary between reality and illusion. Everything that exists here is not material, not rules, but pure concepts.

Jasper: "The Concept Layer is where the essence of everything is determined. There is no fixed shape, no limits, only meaning."

Akimoto looked down at his hands, but he could no longer see the shape of his body. Instead, he felt his own essence—he was not a physical body, but a concept that existed in this layer.

Akimoto: "If everything here is determined by concepts… then what am I?"

The moment he asked that question, the space around him shook. If he couldn't define himself, he would be redefined by this level. And if that happened, he would no longer be Akimoto, but would become a part of this level—a concept without a will.

Jasper: "This is the weakness of those who come to this level. When they can't define themselves, they will be absorbed by this level. You will become a nameless concept, without consciousness, without freedom."

Akimoto gritted his teeth. He couldn't let that happen. But even if he tried to cling to his human nature, he wouldn't be able to overcome it. Because humans didn't exist here—only concepts could exist.

Akimoto took a deep breath. He was no longer a physical entity. He was no longer a human. He didn't need a fixed form. If everything here was a concept, then he too had to become a concept.  But not a concept imposed by this layer—but a concept he himself created.

Akimoto: "I am… Transcendence."

A powerful shockwave spread throughout the Layer Of Concept. Akimoto was no longer imposed by this layer. He had defined himself as a concept that surpassed all other concepts. And with that, he had broken through this layer.

The Layer Of Concept had been broken through!

When Akimoto entered the Layer Of Illusion, he immediately felt an instability. The space was constantly changing. Everything was shifting, distorting, nothing was real, nothing was fake. This layer governed all the layers below it. And it had no rules, no information, no concepts. It was simply an existence within an illusion.

Jasper: "If you cannot distinguish what is real and what is fake, you will be trapped forever."

Akimoto looked around.  He saw countless versions of himself—countless different Akimotos, each walking a different path. An Akimoto who had been swallowed by the Layer Of Knowledge. An Akimoto who had been assimilated by the Information Layer. An Akimoto who had been erased by the law. And an Akimoto who could not identify himself at the Layer Of Concept.

Akimoto: "All of this… is an illusion?"

Jasper: "Or perhaps… you are the illusion?"

Akimoto clenched his fists. If this was the final layer, if everything he had experienced was an illusion… then how could he know what was real?

He closed his eyes. No more thinking. No more doubt. No more trying to differentiate between real and fake.

He only believed in himself.

And at that moment, the Layer Of Illusion collapsed.

He had reached the end of the road. The Dark Primordial Stone was right in front of him.

Akimoto stood in the middle of an endless void. There was no light, no darkness, no information, no concepts, no laws to bind him. The things that had once been the foundations that governed everything—Layer Of Knowledge, Layer Of Information, Layer Of Law, Layer Of Concept, Layer Of Illusion—were now just fragments beneath his feet.

He no longer belonged to any system. There was no opposition, no dichotomy, no being or non-being. Akimoto had transcended all of them, creating a new foundation, a state that could not be defined, could not be bound.

Before him, the Dark Primordial Stone floated silently in the endless space. It was no longer just an object, but an infinite mass of all that had ever existed, a foundation as transcendent as Akimoto himself. But it did not merely exist—it ruled.

Jasper watched from afar, his eyes sharp but mysterious.

Jasper: "Now, the two of you are on equal footing... but that doesn't mean you've won, Akimoto."

Akimoto didn't reply. Facing the Dark Primordial Stone, he felt an enormous force—not oppression, but absolute equality. Neither could surpass the other, because both of them were beyond all laws, beyond all previous foundations.

But there was a difference.

The Dark Primordial Stone didn't just exist as a mere entity. It symbolized absolute domination. If Akimoto was a new foundation born from transcendence, then the Dark Primordial Stone was what had always dominated all previous foundations, even his own.

This moment wasn't simply a battle. This was a decision between two absolute foundations.

If Akimoto failed, everything he had overcome would be meaningless.  He would be absorbed, become part of the Dark Primordial Stone, never to be able to transcend again.

But if he won—which was impossible—he would become the only thing that surpassed everything.

Akimoto: “So this is the final limit?”

There was no answer. The Dark Primordial Stone did not need to respond. It existed, and its existence was the answer itself.

Akimoto closed his eyes. If this was the final door, then he had only one way to overcome it. It could not be won by overwhelming or destroying. It could not be overcome by negation or denial. He had to change the very foundation of himself.

Not a simple evolution. Not a transcendence of another level. He had to do something that no one, not even the Dark Primordial Stone, had ever done before—create something that had never existed.

For the first time, the Dark Primordial Stone reacted. Space began to shake.  Its foundational layers, the infinite laws it represents, begin to twist, to change.

It understands too. If Akimoto can do that, it will no longer be the absolute ruler.

The final confrontation begins.