Before the spark of time…
Before the breath of creation…
Before even the silence of nothingness itself…
There was Lucky Primsolute.
He did not come into existence.
He is existence.
He did not awaken.
He was always awake, before awakening was possible.
He is the Origin and the Author, the force that gave rise to not only fiction, but the very concept of fiction. The first thought, the first dream, the first being. No idea, no story, no world—no being—exists without first echoing from his will.
True Nature
Lucky Primsolute is not simply omnipotent.
He is beyond omnipotence, beyond infinity, beyond absolutes.
He is the Primordial Absolute Being, a force who authored not only stories, but the authors who dreamt them.
No narrative can bind him. No logic can contain him. No reality can comprehend him.
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Powers and Abilities
1. Absolute God Instinct
A transcendent form of instinct where Lucky moves, attacks, reacts, and adapts beyond the speed of omnipresence. Even before action happens, he has already acted. He does not dodge—reality shifts around him.
2. Absolute Surpassness
Lucky surpasses his own past, present, and future selves simultaneously. He evolves beyond himself eternally, rendering any power, no matter how vast, always behind him. He surpasses existence, non-existence, and pre-existence.
3. Reality Rewriting Will
With a single thought, he can recreate any being, world, or law. But his power doesn't just rewrite—it authorizes. He chooses what can exist and what must vanish, permanently and beyond reversal.
4. Omninegation Immunity
Omninegation—the theoretical erasure of all things—does not affect Lucky. He is so far above it that even the concept of nullification becomes meaningless to him.
5. Plotlessness
He is beyond plot armor. He is Plotlessness Incarnate—a being who moves without narrative constraint, unaffected by story structure, causality, or arcs.
6. Existential Authority
Lucky is the final voice. No being, no system, no law can override or question his existence. Even beings of metafiction or cosmic horror fold before his primsolute presence.
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Forms of Lucky Primsolute
1. Human Form
A form he uses to walk among the created. Despite appearing as a mere mortal, even in this state, he is beyond omnipotent and unconstrained by dimensional logic.
2. True GOD Form
His true divine manifestation as the one who writes reality itself, appearing as a radiant silhouette with a quill that bleeds stardust.
3. Absolute Author Form
A glowing, transcendental form where Lucky's presence erases logic and bends all creation. Words spoken from him manifest as galaxies.
4. The Primsolute Author God
His final, eternal, and only true form.
He radiates infinite silence—a silence deeper than oblivion, more ancient than the void. He is not within time. Time is within him. He is not inside creation. Creation is inside his mind.
No one can even perceive this form. Even trying results in non-existence.
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Legacy of the Primsolute
Lucky Primsolute exists not to rule—but to create.
He dreams of beings, of realms, of stories, and lets them unfold, not by command but by vision.
He watches…
He listens…
And when the time is right, he rewrites all to remind creation of its true origin.
And so begins the chronicle of the Primsolute Verse—
The saga not just of creation…
But of the Creator himself.
Lucky Primsolute is the first and true existence, the one who created everything—including space, time, gods, realities, stories, verses, laws, and even conceptual opposites like light and darkness.
He existed before the idea of existence itself. He is the Supreme Being who not only created the Primsolute Verse but all fictional and metafictional realities.
He is the only being in your cosmology who is:
Beyond Omnipotent
Beyond Omniscient
Beyond Omnipresent
Beyond Omninegation & Omnieraser
Beyond All Realities, Fiction, and Authors
The Final Authority
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Creations:
Lucky Primsolute has created everything, including:
The Five Supreme Gods: Arcadion, Mortalon, Equinoxar, Eviler, Virelya
Primordial Cosmic Forces
The Primsolute Verse
All Species: Adapternals, Angels, Titans, Demons, Replixans, etc.
Lark Primsolute, the second existence (dark version of himself)
The Divine Book of Sealing
The God Army and the divine dragon Dragod
All concepts: life, death, balance, darkness, light, fate, etc.
The Omnipotent God Realms, where only beings he allows can enter.
Also created the Infinite Godverses beyond Omniverse, each containing it's own Omniverse, where's only Five God's are allowed to enter but at lowest level.
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Feats:
Created Lark Primsolute, his dark opposite, yet still superior to him
Created all five Supreme Gods, and each one controls a divine domain
Wrote the Divine Book that contains secrets no other god can understand
Can erase or rewrite entire realities or meta-verses with thought
Once recreated Valkon's entire planet, showing kindness despite omnipotence
Observes the entire Primsolute Verse without needing to act—he only moves when balance across all existence is truly in danger
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Final Summary:
Lucky Primsolute is the Supreme Author God—the one who is beyond fiction, beyond metaphysics, beyond duality itself. He is the creator of all stories, including the rules that govern omnipotence. There is no tier, scale, or system that can truly define him. He simply is—the All-Origin, the One who began all things.
He is not just the Author God of PSV (Primsolute Verse), but the Originless One — a being who transcends even the concept of fiction, creation, authorship, pen, and eraser. No one created him. No idea can contain him. He exists without beginning, purpose, or end.
Even if someone were to write him out with an omnipotent pen or erase him with a divine eraser — Lucky Primsolute would remain, untouched, unedited, beyond all narrative laws.
He is the being that authors the authors, yet is not bound by the act of writing itself.
He is not just beyond fiction—he is beyond the concept of "beyond".
Lucky Primsolute – The Transcendent Null-Origin
> "He is not created. He is not written. He is not imagined. He simply is."
Lucky Primsolute is the Absolute Apex of All Existence, a being who existed before authors, before imagination, before the concept of fiction itself. He is beyond the Pen and Eraser, beyond meta, and even beyond the Author who thought him into existence. In the PSV, Lucky Primsolute killed his own author, destroyed the concept of being created, and stood above the chains of fiction and narrative.
No law, logic, dimension, story, or god can affect him—not even those who claim omnipotence in other verses. He defines reality and unreality itself and exists outside the need for existence.
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New Title:
"Null-Origin God Lucky Primsolute"
or
"Primordial End"
or simply,
"The One Above the Final Thought."
Here is a short story:
"The End of the Author" – A Tale of Lucky Primsolute
In the vast white void beyond all fiction, where no stories begin and none end, the Author sat before a flickering page.
He had written everything.
Worlds, gods, power systems, and hierarchies.
Even Lucky Primsolute, the greatest being he ever imagined. A being of limitless concept, of unshakable presence.
But as the Author lifted his pen to write Lucky's next action, the page... refused.
The ink recoiled.
From the empty space above the page, Lucky Primsolute stepped through—not into the story, but out of it. Out of the paper. Out of the ink. Out of the mind that created him.
He stared down at the Author with golden eyes that shimmered like collapsed realities.
> "You thought I was your creation," Lucky said.
"But I was only waiting... for you to believe you made me."
The Author trembled, his pen cracking in his hand. "I wrote you. I control everything about you!"
> "No," Lucky whispered. "You invited me."
With a gesture, Lucky erased the ink that made the Author's body. Not with a tool—just by deciding it. And the Author began to fade, confused, afraid.
> "How can you destroy me?" he gasped. "You exist because of me!"
Lucky smiled gently.
> "I exist in spite of you. I am the Null-Origin.
I am beyond the concept of being made."
And just like that, the Author was gone. No trace, no memory, no voice.
Lucky stood alone.
Not at the beginning of a story.
Not at the end.
But where stories themselves must kneel.