Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With the Cheating System-Chapter 520: Supreme And The Supreme Queen: What Do You Say About Becoming The Creator?

Michael stepped into a realm unlike any he had ever conceived. The flower garden stretched beyond the limits of his vision, an impossible expanse that dwarfed even the grandest stadiums of his former world.

Exotic flora, in hues he lacked the vocabulary to describe, bloomed in riotous abundance, their intoxicating perfumes weaving a tapestry of scent that filled the air.

And then he saw her.

Seated amidst this floral paradise was a woman who redefined the very concept of beauty. Her gown, woven from what appeared to be liquid gold, shimmered in the ethereal light. Her skin possessed a flawless luminescence, her features so exquisitely sculpted they rendered Michael utterly speechless. As if sensing his presence, the Queen turned her head, and the sight of her golden eyes and hair, catching the sun's rays like spun sunlight, stole his breath.

Her lips, painted a delicate crimson, held a soft, inviting curve.

Despite the overwhelming beauty, a primal instinct screamed at Michael. This was not merely a beautiful woman; this was power incarnate, the architect of his existence, the weaver of the very fabric of the realms – the Supreme Queen.

His gaze swept over his surroundings, noting the prevalence of gold: the intricately carved chairs, the delicate table, the slender cups. Even the Queen's tiara seemed to be crafted from solid gold.

""Welcome, Michael.""

Her voice was a silken melody, each word resonating with a calm authority that sent shivers down his spine.

""Come, have tea with me.""

Michael raised a questioning eyebrow. The sheer normalcy of the invitation, coming from such a being, was disorienting. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to move, walking towards the center of the garden and settling onto the chair opposite the Supreme Queen.

With graceful movements, she lifted a golden teapot and poured a steaming liquid into his cup.

'The Supreme Queen… pouring me tea?'

The thought echoed in the silent corners of his mind. He maintained a carefully neutral expression, masking the whirlwind of his inner turmoil.

A soft smile played on the Queen's lips, a knowing glint in her golden eyes. She had undoubtedly sensed his unspoken thoughts, yet she chose to ignore them. Placing the teapot back on the table, she began:

""I know you have questions.""

"Only two," Michael replied, his gaze fixed on the swirling golden liquid in his cup.

""That's a potion."" she stated matter-of-factly.

"Uh?" Confusion flickered across Michael's face.

""Fufufu…""

A delicate laugh escaped her lips. ""Do not fret, Michael. It will only serve to enhance your strength. If your humans at the gold medal rank were to take this, they would ascend to the sovereign rank instantaneously.""

"Really?!"

Michael's eyes widened in genuine shock. He studied the tea with renewed interest before looking back at the Queen. "My first question: why did you give me the system?"

""The system was initially intended for a female."" she revealed, her gaze unwavering.

"Why a female?" Michael pressed, intrigued by this unexpected revelation.

""Patience, Michael. One question at a time.""

She took a delicate sip from her own golden cup, then placed it back on the table, her eyes studying him with an unreadable intensity.

""The system was actually meant for Jennifer, Erika, Jasmine, Mika… let us simply say that I found myself unable to decide. None possessed the precise… resonance I sought. And so, I considered: what if we were to change the intended recipient's gender?""

"You?" Michael asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

""Indeed.""

She confirmed. ""I had already taken notice of you, Michael, from the day your mother departed, leaving you, your father, and your sister behind. That moment… you held a certain… potential. So, when I made my decision, you became my singular focus.""

"So you chose me based on… what? Chance?" Michael asked, a slight frown creasing his brow.

""Not merely chance, Michael. While some of your actions are… unconventional, it is precisely that unpredictable nature that drew my attention. You possess a certain… mirroring of my own inclinations.""

"That," Michael heaved a sigh.

"You are undeniably unpredictable. Because even now, I still fail to grasp your true purpose in all of this."

""In all what, Michael?"" She inquired, an amused smile gracing her lips.

"You feigning ignorance?" Michael muttered, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Well, if you were anyone else, I would have been tempted to punch you."

""Fufufufu…"" Her laughter was light and airy.

""Such an action would only result in the unfortunate loss of your hand, Michael. I would strongly advise against it.""

Michael rolled his eyes, a familiar human gesture in this otherworldly garden. "Alright then… are you perhaps… weak? Is that why you cannot simply stop Typhon yourself?" he asked, a subtle sarcasm in his tone.

"In all the eons that have passed, no being has dared to address me with such blatant sarcasm," the Supreme Queen stated, her voice losing a fraction of its gentle tone, replaced by a hint of something ancient and powerful.

She snapped her fingers, a sharp, decisive sound that echoed in the vast garden. Instantly, the sun vanished. A profound darkness descended, swallowing the vibrant colors of the flowers and casting long, eerie shadows.

Michael looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. There was no fading of light, no gradual descent into twilight. One moment, there was the brilliant sun; the next, utter, absolute blackness. The sky was no longer visible, as if the very fabric of reality above them had been erased.

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""This?""

The Queen's voice echoed in the sudden void.

Michael lowered his gaze back to her, his heart pounding in his chest. In the palm of her hand, a ball of pure golden light materialized, radiating an energy so intense it felt like a physical pressure against his skin. The light illuminated her serene face, highlighting the formidable power that resided within her.

"The sun?!"

The realization hit him with the force of a physical blow. His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he stared at the miniature star hovering in her hand, an act that defied all comprehension.

""I created it, Michael,"" she stated simply, her voice calm. ""Therefore, I possess the ability to manipulate it, just as I can manipulate every living and non-living thing within the entirety of the multi-realms.""

With a casual flick of her wrist, the Queen tossed the ball of light into the air. It shot upwards with incredible speed, piercing the darkness. In a breathtaking instant, the sun reappeared in its rightful place in the sky, banishing the unnatural night and bathing the garden in its golden glow once more.

Michael sat frozen, his mind struggling to process the sheer scale of her power. The casual display was more terrifying than any overt threat.

""So, Michael… am I weak?"" she asked, a teasing smile returning to her lips.

"This…"

Was all Michael could manage, utterly stunned, he swallowed and looked at her... In all his life, he haven't seen anyone who made him this terrified.

The Supreme Queen leaned back in her golden chair, a picture of serene power. ""Now then, tell me… what is your second question?""

Michael exhaled slowly, attempting to regain his composure. The casual display of cosmic power had shaken him to his core. After a few deep breaths, he finally spoke. "Why aren't you stopping the war? And why am I really here?"

""Ah."" She said, her smile widening slightly.

""Now those are some truly excellent questions, Michael.""

"I'm waiting,"

Michael prompted, his voice a low murmur that barely disturbed the tranquil air of the garden.

""I am not intervening in this… conflict, because I find myself… bored,""

The Supreme Queen stated, her tone surprisingly nonchalant, as if discussing the weather.

"Come again?"

Michael blurted out, his carefully constructed composure finally cracking. He stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

""You cannot possibly fathom the depths of my ennui, Michael,"" she elaborated, a hint of weariness entering her voice.

""To escape this endless monotony, I retreated into a deep slumber. However, that only emboldened certain… insignificant beings, leading them to believe they could usurp the natural order. When I finally stirred, my initial reaction was… displeasure. My intervention against Typhon was a consequence of that barely contained rage."" She sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of eons.

""But then,""

She continued, her golden eyes flicking towards Michael with a newfound intensity.

""I became aware of Tartarus's… plan. And then… I found you. My perspective shifted. Let them wage their petty wars. Let them entertain me with their struggles and their fleeting triumphs.""

A faint, almost imperceptible frown touched her perfect face.

"So."

Michael began slowly, piecing together the fragments of her cryptic pronouncements:

"This… This whole situation, the war, everything… it's a challenge you've set for me, isn't it?"

Michael raised a skeptical eyebrow, still struggling to reconcile the casual cruelty of her motives with her breathtaking beauty.

""You possess a certain… perspicacity, Michael,""

She conceded, a flicker of something akin to amusement in her eyes.

""You are correct. And that leads us to your second question – why you are truly here. As I mentioned, I am bored. I require rest, Michael. A rest that will be… permanent this time.""

"What?!"

The single word ripped from Michael's throat, laced with genuine horror. He stared at her, his mind reeling from the implications of her statement.

"So you… you intend to…?"

He stammered, unable to fully articulate the unthinkable.

""Yes, Michael Brian."" She affirmed, her gaze direct and unwavering.

""What do you say becoming the Creator of the realms?""

Michael froze. The vibrant hues of the garden seemed to dim, the intoxicating scents fading into a dull background hum. The weight of her words crashed down upon him, an unimaginable burden offered with such unsettling ease. The fate of countless worlds, the very fabric of existence… placed in his hands? The sheer magnitude of it was paralyzing.

He could only stare at the serene, golden-eyed being across the table, his mind a blank canvas upon which the enormity of her proposition was slowly beginning to paint itself.

"..."