The Supreme Ruler of the Multiverse Teaches Zeno the True Meaning of Leadership
The multiverse was vast, endless, and incomprehensibly complex, consisting of infinite universes. Among them, Grand Zeno ruled over just 18—a seemingly small number compared to the grander multiversal scale. What many did not know, however, was that Zeno’s reign was part of a test. His father, Grand Zoso, the supreme overseer of the entire multiverse, had granted him dominion over these 18 universes to gauge his potential as a ruler. Grand Zoso was a being of infinite power and wisdom, his mere presence able to bend space and time to his will. Yet, despite his omnipotence, Zoso was also a father who sought to instill values and lessons into his son.
One day, as Zeno was gleefully playing with his guards, the Grand Priest approached him with an air of reverence. “Your Majesty,” he said, bowing low, “your father, Grand Zoso, wishes to see you. He will arrive momentarily.” The room fell silent, and Zeno’s usual carefree demeanor shifted into a mix of nervousness and excitement. It was not often that his father visited.
In a brilliant flash of light, Grand Zoso appeared. His form was majestic, with a flowing robe that shimmered like the cosmos itself. His eyes, a deep and ancient gold, seemed to hold the secrets of eternity. “Zeno,” he said in a voice that resonated through the chamber, “it has been some time since we last spoke. I have come to discuss your stewardship over these 18 universes.”
Zeno floated closer, his childlike voice carrying a tinge of concern. “Father! Are you upset with how I’m doing? I’ve erased some universes, but only when they were really, really bad!”
Zoso sighed, his expression softening. “My son, ruling is not just about power. It is about wisdom, balance, and responsibility. The act of erasure is not to be taken lightly, for every universe holds countless lives, stories, and potential. Have you considered the message you send to those who serve under you? As a ruler, you must inspire, not terrify.”
The tiny Zeno tilted his head, pondering his father’s words. “But, Father, if I don’t erase bad things, won’t they keep getting worse?”
“Sometimes, yes,” Zoso replied, placing a hand on Zeno’s small shoulder. “But often, there are other solutions—guiding, nurturing, or even granting second chances. A ruler who destroys too freely creates fear, not respect. The 18 universes you oversee are but a fraction of what exists. This is your trial, Zeno, to prove that you can lead with wisdom and not just raw power.”
The room grew still as Zeno absorbed his father’s wisdom. “I understand, Father. I’ll try to think more before I act!” His usual cheerful tone returned, but it was tempered by determination.
Zoso smiled faintly. “Good. Remember, you are not just a destroyer. You are a ruler, a creator of balance, and a symbol to all who exist under your domain. Should you prove yourself worthy, there is far more responsibility awaiting you.”
As Zoso prepared to leave, he glanced at the Grand Priest. “Watch over him well. He has potential, but it must be cultivated.” With another flash of cosmic light, Grand Zoso vanished, leaving Zeno deep in thought about what it truly meant to be a ruler.
