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Chapter 170: When the Past Fights Back
The battlefield was silent. Ash from collapsed ideas floated like snow. Broken logic shards crunched underfoot. The Readers were gone, but the man standing before Cael wasn’t a remnant.He was the Original Author. Not a cosmic entity. Not an abstract force. Just a man. Wearing Cael’s face. Holding a pen that pulsed with paradox. “You think this story belongs to you?” he asked quietly.“You think power gives you authorship?”Cael gritted his teeth. “I earned every rewrite. Every change. Every survival. I became the story.”The Author nodded. “And now you’ll face the cost.” He struck the air with his pen no grand movement, no flashy gesture. Just a flick. Reality warped.Cael blinked, and he was ten years old, standing in a dingy apartment with peeling wallpaper, the smell of mildew thick in his nose. His mother sobbed in the kitchen. His father… gone. “What the hell is this?” Cael hissed, spinning.The Author appeared beside him unchanged, still adult, still smirking. “You rewrote the
Chapter 169: Echoes That Read Back
Cael stood at the edge of a rewritten battlefield. But something felt… off. The air buzzed not with electricity but with intent. As if the world was now conscious of him, observing him, reading him back. “The story’s looking at us,” Mira whispered.Nara’s hand tightened around her sword. “That’s impossible. It’s fiction.”Vale shook his head. “Not anymore. Cael broke the authorial seal.”Every breath Cael took triggered ripple effects, text bending around him like heat waves. Trees whispered plot points. The sky scrolled with half-finished subtext. Every step left behind a shadow of speculation.In a cavern far from the battlefield, ancient stone tablets cracked open. From them rose ethereal beings formed from curiosity, bias, and expectation, collectively known as The Readers. Not audience. Not fans.Critics. Observers. Speculators. Entitled minds who believed they knew how the story should go. “He diverged,” hissed one.“Unacceptable,” murmured another.“Rewrite him.”They moved ind
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
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