(Finally started updating again. You may notice a change in writing style; I can say I got better)

Worlds were created and obliterated in an endless cycle, yet it mattered not. Each universe was merely a stage, every entity within it a puppet bound by strings to an inevitable fate. Their sole purpose? To hone the skills of the flawed being known as the Destroyer of Universes. One might expect him to feel pride, perhaps even a perverse sense of grandeur, knowing entire dimensions were crafted and sacrificed for his sake. Shouldn’t he revel in the thought of being a king, indulged and catered to by the very forces that sculpted reality itself?

But not Error. Not the one who bore the title, both self-proclaimed and bestowed by others, of the Destroyer of Universes. To him, this endless cycle of creation and annihilation was nothing more than a tedious charade, a tiresome routine that wore thin on his patience. The incessant building up and tearing down of worlds was no grand privilege, but rather a relentless irritation. And for someone with a temper as volatile as his, such annoyances could only lead to explosive outbursts of destruction. His rage, unpredictable and fierce, was not the product of pride, but of profound weariness—a frustration with the very existence he was bound to unravel.

After all, this entire charade was orchestrated for his benefit, as the Anti-Void—a dimension of pure nothingness—had reminded him time and again. Yet despite the grandeur of it all, Error remained acutely aware of his own flaws. His power, formidable as it was, stemmed solely from his capacity for destruction. But for the Anti-Void, such a volatile force was nothing short of repulsive. It needed its instruments to be "clean" and "refined," not a rusted, uncontrollable berserker.

The truth was painfully simple: it would have been far easier if Error could simply accept his imperfections. If only he could reconcile with the fact that he was not the flawless weapon he so desperately wanted to be. But alas, Error, the walking glitch, couldn't bring himself to embrace that reality—even though, deep down, he knew it all too well. His pride and stubbornness created a barrier around his heart, one that refused to let others in and, at times, even kept him from confronting the truth within himself. He was a contradiction, a being whose immense power was matched only by the depth of his denial, forever trapped in a cycle of destruction and self-deception.

It’s a tragic irony, really. What drives someone to the brink of denying the undeniable? Why does he struggle so desperately against the truth? Perhaps, in the end, he's like a child—no, he is a man-child, clinging to illusions of strength and perfection that crumble under the weight of reality. Yet, the Anti-Void, indifferent to the inner turmoil of its tools, couldn't care less about the fractured mentality of the being it shaped. To the Anti-Void, Error was simply a means to an end, a powerful yet flawed instrument in the grand scheme of cosmic balance.

Fixing a potent, albeit rusty, tool was far more convenient than searching for a more obedient yet weaker one. Error was, in a twisted sense, irreplaceable. The Anti-Void might even offer begrudging praise for the skeleton, acknowledging him as one of the most destructive entities across the entire realm. But such compliments are hollow, devoid of any genuine recognition or respect. They are the cold acknowledgments of a master who sees only the utility, not the suffering, of its creation. Error, for all his rage and denial, remains trapped—a child lashing out in a world that demands nothing less than total destruction from him, with no regard for the cost to his soul.

The flaw in this entity, Error, is as glaring as it is tragic: he is, at his core, a man-child. Despite his immense destructive power, he lacks the maturity and discipline to wield it effectively. He doesn’t know how to truly fight—he simply lashes out, throwing his abilities around with the reckless abandon of someone who has never learned restraint. How could anyone expect the most powerful destroyer to be so haphazard, so unrefined in his approach? It’s a critical weakness, one that reveals the depth of his immaturity.

Sure, this chaotic style might work against those who share his limited understanding or against lesser foes, but that’s not the reality he faces. Reality isn’t so forgiving. His raw, untamed power is not enough when faced with adversaries who possess both strength and the cunning to use it wisely. Error’s lack of strategy, his inability to control his emotions, only serves to undermine his own potential. It’s a flaw that keeps him from truly mastering the destruction he was born to create, leaving him as a powerful yet pitiful figure—capable of annihilating worlds, yet unable to conquer the chaos within himself. In a sense, it would be too convenient for him if his brute force alone were enough. But existence demands more than just raw power—it requires understanding, precision, and the wisdom to wield such force with purpose. Qualities that Error, for all his might, has yet to grasp.

Which is why Error now finds himself trapped in a self-repeating cycle of new universes, each one serving as a new level in his endless training. The Anti-Void, fully aware of Error's flaws, has devised this relentless process as the only viable method of honing the destroyer's abilities. It’s not the most refined approach, and the Anti-Void knows it, but given who it’s dealing with, it’s the best option available.

Why bother creating a teacher when any such being would inevitably be destroyed before it could make any real progress with Error? After all, Error’s potential for massive destruction is undeniable, but so is his chaotic unpredictability. No mentor, no matter how skilled, could survive long enough to guide him properly. So instead, the Anti-Void forces Error to train himself, hurling him into a series of universes filled with enemies that continually adapt to his fighting style.

This method, brutal and unyielding, is the only way to push Error to confront his weaknesses. Each new universe presents a fresh challenge, forcing him to evolve or be overpowered. It’s a harsh, unforgiving lesson, but one that matches the raw, untamed nature of the destroyer. By fighting endless enemies that learn and counter his every move, Error is compelled to refine his skills, to develop a deeper understanding of his own power and how to wield it with more than just brute force. The Anti-Void’s strategy may seem cruel, but for a being like Error, it’s the only path to growth—if he can survive it.

But of course, he can survive it. He's still the one and only Error, the unparalleled destroyer. Despite his flaws, despite the endless challenges thrown his way, he endures. There's a certain undeniable brilliance in his resilience—a raw, untamed power that refuses to be extinguished. No matter how many times he is thrust into these cycles of creation and destruction, no matter how many enemies adapt to his methods, Error always finds a way to push through.

He may be imperfect, impulsive, even chaotic, but he's also relentless. That same stubbornness that keeps him from accepting his flaws is the very thing that drives him forward, pushing him to survive against all odds. After all, he is Error—the one who defies expectations, who shatters norms, and who, despite everything, continues to stand as the existence's most devastating force.

After days—perhaps weeks—of battling eldritch flesh creatures, relentless robots, and an array of unimaginable horrors, one might think Error has learned something. Emphasis on might. Despite the relentless onslaught, despite the countless challenges meant to push him to his limits, Error remains... well, Error. He’s still the man-child of existence, stubborn and unpredictable.

Sure, he may have picked up a trick or two, maybe even a hint of strategy amid the chaos. But deep down, he’s still the same volatile force, still resistant to change in ways that truly matter. He’s powerful, no doubt—his survival alone is a testament to that. But whether he’s actually learning or just surviving out of sheer stubbornness is another question entirely. Error’s growth is as chaotic as his nature, full of stops and starts, with moments of brilliance often clouded by his refusal to fully accept his flaws.

Even so, each battle leaves its mark, each universe a new chapter in his twisted journey. Perhaps, somewhere in that stubborn skull of his, seeds of understanding are beginning to take root. Or maybe, he's just enduring, as he always has, refusing to bend even when the universe demands it. Either way, Error continues, driven by the same raw, unyielding force that makes him both unstoppable and tragically flawed.

Oh, it appears he did learn something. The Anti-Void could almost feel a mock shock rippling through its vast emptiness. How could the stubborn Error, of all beings, actually learn? Unbelievable! Yet, in truth, it’s not surprising at all. When pushed to the edge, even the most obstinate creatures are forced to adapt.

Error's newfound tactic proved this point: a net, woven from red, sizzling strings, was cast over a swarming mass of nightmarish creatures. How many of them were there? Too many to count, their numbers forming a grotesque hill in that forsaken dimension. The net hit them like a lightning strike, capturing them all in one fell swoop. The heat radiating from the strings was intense enough to melt the creatures on contact, reducing them to nothing but ash. It was a sight to behold—these beings, remarkable in their own right, could survive mere meters from the net, despite Error having achieved a power equal to the heat of an entire universe.

The Anti-Void couldn't help but acknowledge that it truly knew what it was doing. In the beginning, it might have underestimated Error, thinking him too flawed, too immature to ever progress. But now, after countless trials, it had begun to refine its methods. The enemies it now sent against Error were no mere cannon fodder; they were carefully crafted to resist even his most destructive forces, pushing him to the limits of his capabilities.

Error had indeed grown—his power, once raw and unfocused, was becoming something more. He still carried the same stubbornness, the same chaotic energy, but now it was tempered by experience, by hard-earned lessons in the crucible of endless battle. The Anti-Void, while still viewing him as a tool, could see the potential in this once-rusty berserker. And for Error, who had fought so long and hard, perhaps there was a glimmer of realization that he was no longer just flailing in the dark, but beginning to shape the chaos to his will.

Error’s evolution went far beyond refining the basic net. That was merely the beginning of his profound development. Historically, Error had been the epitome of a relentless, unthinking fighter, focusing on brute force rather than strategy. He seldom considered whether his opponents could escape his strings; after all, even if his strings had the potential to tear through entire universes, many entities could simply shake them off.

To address this, Error realized that trapping opponents alone wasn’t enough. He needed to ensure his strings inflicted not just restraint but also unyielding pain. Thus, he began enhancing his strings with small, strategic hooks. These seemingly minor additions represented a major leap from his previous capabilities, turning his strings into tools capable of both ensnaring and tormenting foes.

Error also realized he could manipulate the size of his strings due to their magical nature. This led him to develop a new, devastating tactic: expanding the strings inside his opponents. By penetrating his foes with his strings, Error would then cause them to grow in size within the enemy’s body, inflating like a balloon. The rapid expansion created immense internal pressure, ultimately causing the enemy to burst apart in a gruesome, explosive fashion. This method delivered a catastrophic blow from within, making it a powerful addition to his arsenal.

In addition to his innovative use of strings, Error began to integrate his physical prowess into his combat strategy. One notable technique involved ensnaring an opponent with his strings and spinning them at high speeds. This rotation disoriented the opponent, making them see their own back. Once sufficiently dizzy, Error would deliver a powerful punch or energy-enhanced strike, capitalizing on their disorientation and reduced ability to defend.

Error's combat style evolved significantly as he began incorporating more dynamic physical techniques into his fights. Previously reliant on straightforward punches, Error started using his elbows and knees with strategic precision. This shift marked a substantial development, showing his growing adaptability and sophistication. The Anti-Void observed this progress with a mix of begrudging pride and mock shock, acknowledging that Error had become more than just a destructive force.

In a surprising turn, Error began to think creatively about his abilities. He realized that his intense, melting-hot aura, once a passive force, could be manipulated for far greater effect. By concentrating his aura into a single point, Error discovered he could overcome the limitations imposed by the laws of thermodynamics, which had previously caused the heat to dissipate as it expanded. Instead of spreading the heat thinly, he focused it into a concentrated, miniaturized ball of intense energy. This new tactic allowed him to create a "mini singularity" of searing heat that he could throw with precision, inflicting devastating damage upon impact. This innovation demonstrated Error's ability to transform his inherent powers into a more versatile and formidable weapon, pushing the boundaries of his destructive potential even further.

It could be said that Error had undergone a profound transformation. He was indeed a new entity—his growth marked by significant advances in both his combat abilities and strategic thinking. However, despite this evolution, Error remained fundamentally the same man-child he had always been. His newfound power and ruthless efficiency in battle only served to amplify his inherent nature.

The Anti-Void was acutely aware of the disdain Error harbored towards it, but it remained indifferent to these emotions. Error’s evolution, while impressive, did not alter his status as a tool of the Anti-Void’s will. The destructive potential and enhanced capabilities he now wielded were still firmly under the Anti-Void’s control, serving its purposes regardless of Error’s personal grievances.