Long Tian sat on his black throne. He wore a long white coat with silver dragon patterns. His black hair fell to the floor like a river of ink. His eyes were pure gold and could see every world at once. He looked young, but he was older than time itself.
He was the strongest being to ever exist. No one came close. He could destroy a universe with one finger. He could build a new one before breakfast. He had beaten every god, every monster, and every idea of power. Even beings that ruled infinite worlds could not touch him. He won every fight before it even started.
Now he sat in the Place of Nothing. It was not real. It was not fake. It was the space between everything, where any dream could come true. He made this throne from pure thought because sitting felt nice.
Long Tian rested his chin on his hand. He looked at the endless black around him. He could see every world, every story, and every possible battle. He had done them all. He had destroyed everything once, then put it back together for fun. He had won so many times that winning became boring.
There was no one left to challenge him.
There was nothing he could not do.
And that was the problem.
He let out a small breath. The sound shook every universe, even though there was no air here. Everything felt empty.
"What now?" he asked the darkness.
The darkness stayed quiet. It was scared of him too.
Long Tian leaned back. He was the king of all power, the winner of everything. But he felt heavy inside. He had one question that his strength could not answer:
What does the strongest man do... when there is nothing left to win?