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Chapter 165: Canonfire
The corrupted Nara moved with terrifying elegance, her unsaved draft-spear ripping through the sky like a punctuation mark tearing open grammar itself. Cael barely rolled aside in time.The spear crashed into the courtyard tiles, erasing a five-meter crater of stone, memory, and existence. No rubble remained, only silence. “You’re not her,” Cael shouted. “You’re what was left of her after deletion!”The corrupted Nara turned, the mark on her forehead pulsing like a bleeding semicolon. “I am every version of her they tried to suppress,” she hissed.“And you’re the hero they never let win.”Her second spear materialized, swirling with scenes from cut timelines: A moment Cael held his mother’s hand as she died in a version that was never published. A kiss with Mira that ended before it could begin. A betrayal by Nara, one they’d never even lived. Each vision pierced Cael’s heart harder than any weapon.Mira activated the Rewrite Glyph. A ripple of golden code expanded from beneath her fe
Chapter 164: The Rewrite Begins
The skies didn’t rumble. They screamed. Not thunder, not wind, something deeper. A groaning of reality itself as the crack in the sky yawned wider, bleeding raw narrative energy down upon the world.Cael clutched his head. The voices were louder now, fragmented sentences, overlapping perspectives, drafts of him that never were. “You were supposed to die in Chapter 3.”“You betrayed the system in Version 5.”“You killed Nara in the beta timeline.”He staggered to his knees, his hands pressed to the stone tiles of the academy courtyard. “Get out of my head!” But it wasn’t his head anymore. It was shared space now.Deep inside the academy’s Central Core, alarms flared not red, but ink-black. An automated voice repeated: “SYSTEM RECALL INITIATED.”“ALL UNSANCTIONED BRANCHES WILL BE PRUNED.”The Elders watched in horror as every screen filled with corrupted code. Protagonists, support characters, even background NPCs began blinking from the maps. One disappeared mid-breath. Another vanishe
Chapter 163: Beneath the Spiral
Mira held the torch tightly as she stepped into the dark mouth beneath the Spiral Tree. The air was cold. Not from lack of warmth, but from the weight of unspoken truths. “If this place was sealed… then who unsealed it?” she muttered.The Tomb of the First Author wasn’t marked on any official maps. Only a few surviving blueprints hinted at its location, buried beneath discarded ideologies and corrupted core codes. The further she descended, the more the laws of narrative twisted. Time folded into itself.Her memories reordered, making her question what had happened just minutes before. The words she spoke came out in different voices, some not her own. Yet she pressed on. Because down there, beneath the spiral, lay the Last Unwritten Chapter, the only place the story might still be saved.At the final gate, she found an old mechanism: a quill pressed against a stone pad. Only living authors could enter. Mira raised her trembling hand and cut her palm on the tip of the quill, letting h
Chapter 162: The Crack Widens
The Spiral Tree crackled softly under the weight of a deeper rupture. At first glance, it was still just a fracture hairline, faintly pulsing with silvery light, but Mira knew better. Cracks in narrative reality weren’t like broken walls; they were living things. Once formed, they grew.Worse, the crack had begun to speak. She heard it faintly as she stood beneath its bark that evening. “He still lives. The one who erased you. Find him.”A whisper, layered in thousands of voices. “The Anti-Author?” Mira murmured. But the Tree didn’t answer. Instead, a spike of cold air tore through the council chamber behind her.In the Academy’s heart, where reality was most stable, something impossible occurred: The air twisted into a spiral and ripped inward. Students screamed.From the void stepped a figure clad in living paper, pages that floated, shredded, rewrote themselves as they walked. They had no face. Only a blank page.Juno reacted first. She leapt from the balcony, drawing her blade for
Chapter 161: The Academy of Endless Drafts
Two months had passed since the Foundational Rule changed. The Spiral Tree no longer stood as a symbol of sole authorship. Instead, its roots had spread throughout the world, forming pathways to something new: The Academy of Endless Drafts.Built at the intersection of memory, meaning, and magic, the Academy was open to all creators, revisionists, readers, and relics of former systems. Mira, though reluctant, was named its first Chancellor.She stood in front of the main hall, a structure formed entirely from narrative threads. Living sentences pulsed across the walls like veins. “I still feel like I’m winging this,” she whispered to Juno beside her.“Good,” Juno replied. “Only tyrants believe they’re always right.”Mira smirked, then walked through the enormous entrance. The Academy welcomed its first students today.Among the crowd of new applicants, mages of memory, logic weavers, plotbreakers, stood one strange boy. He didn’t give a name. His entrance essay had only one line: “I r
Chapter 160: Inheritance of the Final Thread
The Spiral Tree trembled. Its radiant branches flickered, glyphs scrambled, histories blinked in and out of phase, and timelines that had long been sealed breathed once more. Mira stood at the base with the girl, no longer just a child, no longer merely a vessel. Now a co-author.They held the same quill, forged from the fragments of Echo’s divided selves Strategist, Wild One, Conscience, now unified within them both. “If we draft together,” Mira warned, “we must agree. Even on pain.”“Then we write in truth,” the girl said softly, and together they pressed the tip of the new quill into the root of the Spiral Tree. The world shifted.A pulse emanated from the Spiral Tree. Throughout the city, people paused mid-step. Conversations stuttered. Memories reshuffled. Some remembered siblings long gone. Others forgot grudges they'd clung to for years.At the Narrative Cartography Guild, maps burned and redrew themselves, charting routes through chapters that hadn’t yet been written. Inside t
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