Total Respawn Time: 10.3 seconds. The Demon Prince of Math (aka Nikolai Djarim) (That's me) is back!

I divide your spacetime function set by (1/0), thus making the Void small enough to hold in my hand, and you a single point. Due to the fact that time also shrunk along with space, you carry the same amount of energy, and no paradoxes form. Then I hire a glassblower to make a ball to put you and the Void in. You quickly die of radiation poisoning, liver failure, and quantum anomalies all at once. And cancer to boot. Because all these things are probability over time, and when time shrinks infinitely, everything of that nature happens at once. Including having a piano fall on you.

I then tap in to the infinite zero-point energy of the Void, compressed into a ball I can hold in *my* hand. On a normal scale, the energy is minimal. But since my zero-point energy machine is in the normal universe, not yours, the subjective change goes backwards, and the volume of Void in every cubic centimeter is infinite, rather than mearly zero. Infinite energy = an invincible Demon Prince of Math. I rule over the ball and the hill. I decide to live for a while inside a sphere 1 mile wide, containing me, the Void, and with an outer barrier that warps spacetime. Time shrinks and space grows, meaning that as you approach, the front half of your body is grossly oversized compared to your back, and forces you into a backwards arc, breaking your back, and aging you into oblivion. You then are stuck there until a piano materializes at your coordinates, and you are one with the piano. I'd hate to be you. Or your arm could, due to a quantum anomaly, be stuck on the Eiffel Tower. Eventually, you would become dust that settled on my sphere, or in China. Our hill.