Time passed quietly, marked solely by the gentle rhythms of the Origin Ocean. The universe was in its early stages, its immense distance devoid of any life forms except for the primordials. Only they traversed the emptiness of the void without purpose while Lex loomed above them like a steadfast guardian.
Suspended above the Origin Ocean, Lex devoted himself entirely to the analysis of Origin Energy. A drop of Origin Energy hovered in front of his body, a perfect sphere of shimmering energy as if the very essence of existence had condensed into this singular form. It pulsed faintly. Its surface was translucent yet infinitely deep, a swirling maelstrom of light and shadow contained within. Colors beyond the comprehension of mortal eyes danced across it, brilliant and fluid, shifting like liquid galaxies. Each flicker of light hinted at creation and destruction.
At first, it seemed chaotic, an endless storm of energy colliding and reforming, its movements too intricate to decipher, but Lex saw things differently. Chaos was merely a mask for patterns hidden beneath the surface of order. And so, he focused, narrowing his will to trace every pulse, shift, and vibration of the energy.
The passage of time was meaningless in the absence of mortals, stars, or worlds to measure it. To Lex, it felt like both an instant and also eternity. The silence around him deepened, broken only by the occasional, faint resonance of the energy adapting, expanding, and contracting.
Then, after what could have been centuries or millennia, he felt it a subtle yet undeniable change. A flicker of understanding ignited within him, a sliver of the incomprehensible becoming clear.
From the analysis, he understood many unique abilities of Origin Energy. It can create and nurture life, aiding living things to grow, heal, and thrive. Furthermore, it can fix damaged things like unique weapons, restore damaged worlds, and even form stars, planets, and realms from nothing. Unfortunately, the time span for them to form is too long for him.
This energy is also great for transformation and evolution. It can adapt to its user's desires, strengthen other powers, and help living things evolve or overcome their life limits, as in genetic codes. It's a force of change, capable of turning something weak into something extraordinary.
Origin Energy also has a destructive side. It can break down things to make space for something new, wash away impurities, and restart cycles of life and death, ensuring the universe keeps growing and changing.
On a deeper level, Origin Energy is mystical. It helps create the laws and rules of the universe, like how time and space work. It keeps everything in balance and links the basic structure of the universe, like the atoms, protons, and quarks. Its power is endless, though using it recklessly can cause unpredictable and dangerous outcomes. It also holds faint memories of everything that's ever existed, allowing those connected to it to glimpse the past or the possible future.
Lex gazed into the boundless depths of Origin Energy, amazed by its limitless potential. It was a force of creation, transformation, and balance, yet he could also see its terrifying implications. If this energy fell into the hands of a being with evil intent, the results would be catastrophic. Entire realms could be destroyed, and the delicate balance of the universe would crumble to dust.
For the first time since his rebirth as the Will, Lex felt the weight of a moral dilemma pressing against his mind. Should he seal this energy away, safeguarding it from the creatures of the universe forever? Or should he allow it to flow freely, trusting in the potential for good, even at the risk of misuse?
Suspended above the Origin Ocean, Lex contemplated that the possibilities were endless. He visualized worlds thriving under its nurturing essence, civilizations evolving into something greater. But he also saw the devastation it could unleash, rampant destruction, unchecked chaos, and the rise of beings who might twist the universe to their own selfish ends.
After what felt like an eternity, Lex reached a single conclusion. The Origin Energy could not be hidden away entirely, nor could it be left unchecked. Instead, he would rewrite the rules of the entire universe, crafting a delicate balance. He would limit access to the energy, ensuring only those who were truly worthy could harness its power. It would remain forever out of reach to those who sought it with greed or malice.
His neutral expression softened ever so slightly as he extended his hand. "This is not a decision of good or evil," he muttered. "It is a decision for balance, for the preservation of all that is yet to come."
Lex vanished from his spot, his form dissolving into light particles. In an instant, he reappeared at the heart of the universe, a place hidden within the deepest layer of the Origin Ocean. He saw a door with runes and symbols on it. He slowly pushed the door open, and what he saw was bizarre.
On the other side of the door, there were no colors, shadows, or gradients. It was a space of absolute purity, a room of endless white that stretched endlessly. The air, if it could even be called that, felt weightless and timeless, untouched by the laws that governed the rest of the universe.
This was the domain of the "Will," a place that existed outside of reality itself. The "Will" was never meant to leave this sanctuary, for it was the anchor that bound the universe together, maintaining balance and order. Yet Lex, who was both the "Will" and something more, stood there now, an anomaly in a space where anomalies should not exist.
The "blank point," as he decided to call it, was now vibrating as if welcoming him. The only thing he could see was a white expanse, but he decided not to be too fixated on it as he sat. He imagined sitting in the sense of his previous life, and a chair materialized."That was useful," he thought as he sat.
He visualized the laws and rules of the universe etched into a book, a tangible form to contain the boundless complexity of all laws in the universe. As the thought solidified in his mind, a book materialized before him, floating in the void. Its cover was blank white, pristine, yet it exuded an unshakable presence, as though it held the weight of the universe itself.
Lex's gaze lingered on the book for a moment before imagining a pen to accompany it. Almost immediately, a pen appeared, hovering alongside the book. It was simple yet elegant, a tool crafted not of matter but of pure intent.
Now, all he needed was to thoroughly understand and master the rules and laws of the universe. He believed that with clarity, rewriting them would be a simple task, a matter of precision and will. But as he reached for the book, his confidence faltered.
The moment his fingers brushed its surface, the truth struck him like a crashing wave. The laws of the universe weren't neatly ordered or straightforward; they were a labyrinth of endless intricacy. Each law intertwined with countless others, forming an ever-shifting web that resisted even his powerful gaze—the simplicity he had imagined dissolved into a daunting reality.
The task before him was far more complex than he had anticipated. Understanding, let alone rewriting, the rules of existence would demand more than just willpower; it would require patience, insight, and a level of mastery he had yet to attain.
Fortunately for Lex, the crystal ball, now fused with his mind, significantly eased the difficulty of comprehending. Its ability to reduce the difficulty of comprehension transformed what should have been an impossible feat into something within reach. The net of interconnected laws began to unravel, revealing glimpses of their structure and purpose.
Lex redirected all his attention to the monumental task of understanding the laws. His focus sharpened, every fragment of his awareness dedicated to deciphering the threads of laws. Without the crystal ball, even his elevated status as the Will of the universe would have been insufficient for such an undertaking.
He couldn't help but contemplate on the nature of his existence. If he were still the previous "Will," an emotionless, machine-like force of instinct, there would be no need for comprehension. The understanding would have come to him naturally over the course of eons, slowly integrating itself into his being. But now, as something more than the Will, Lex was no longer bound by time's patient flow. He was a being of thought, intent, emotion, and action, capable of accelerating the process through sheer willpower and the crystal ball's infinite understanding.