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Chapter 168: Off-Script Sovereign
Cael opened his eyes. There was no sky. No ground. No air. Only narrative threads, billions of glowing lines twisting and unfurling into the void. They hummed with possibilities, some still forming, others long forgotten.He stood atop a moving sentence, literally. A phrase floated beneath his feet, bending to support him: "He refused to be erased."A voice surrounded him. “You are in the Draft Sea,” it said. “Where all untold stories drift.”It had no speaker. No gender. Just... Presence. Cael looked around and saw fragments of himself from discarded versions, brutal tyrants, broken heroes, hopeful fools. “What is this place?” he asked.The voice responded: “You are between revisions. Here, you are free.”Cael walked. Every step rearranged plot threads. He passed ghost characters who bowed in reverence. Some were villains given redemption arcs. Some were side characters who had never even received names. They whispered: “He’s the One Who Broke the Pen…”A glowing anvil appeared befor
Chapter 167: The Hand of the Author
The sky didn’t break. It peeled. As though the heavens were paper, a massive hand ripped through the clouds, its fingers blotched with runes, dripping black ink instead of blood.Each drop landed with an ear-shattering boom, warping the land into twisted fonts and crumbling narrative structures. “Who gave you permission to change my story?” The voice thundered across dimensions.Cael stumbled back, his aura flickering. Mira clutched the Last Chapter, now glowing red-hot. The quill in her hand vibrated with warning, Unstable Manuscript. “That… that’s the Original Author,” Mira whispered.“I thought they were a myth,” Cael said, shielding Nara.“Everyone does. Until they write you out.” The hand descended, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the fear it stirred.A single finger brushed against the earth. Where it touched, everything unraveled. Mountains dissolved into margin notes. Forests reverted to early drafts. Characters entire generations vanished, replaced by red-ink corrections.
Chapter 166: The Author Descends
The sky was no longer a canvas. It had become a manuscript, pages of cloud and ink unspooling above the world.A colossal hand, formed entirely of trembling script and glowing runes, burst from the heavens, tearing open the boundaries of the story itself. The fingers gripped the edges of the sky like a cruel reader slamming a book shut mid-climax. “Who gave you permission to change my story?”The voice was everything, deep and cold, yet indifferent. Not cruel. Not kind. Merely...final. The world shuddered. Mountains groaned. Time began skipping, like a corrupted file.Mira’s knees buckled. “That voice... it’s rewriting me just by speaking.”Vale dropped to one knee, his chronologer’s robe shriveling into threads of parchment. “It’s him,” he rasped. “The Primordial Quill. The First Author.”Cael narrowed his eyes. His heart pounded. That voice had been a whisper in his dreams since the first time he activated the System. But now it had a body, a presence. Now... it wanted control back.
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
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