The Codex System:From Forgotten Teacher to Author of Worlds

Chapter 2: The First Erasure

The forest was a blue and purple blur as Felix Kane ran, his own heart thudding against his ribcage. The shouts of his pursuers cut through the unfamiliar twilight, harsh and unforgiving.

"Energy reading decreases—he's using the Codex to hide his trail!"

"Never mind. The anomaly can't evade capture."

Felix's lungs burned with each wheeze of the oxygen-rich air. His teaching shoes, never intended for galloping through alien undergrowth, skidded on the luminescent moss. He braced himself against a tree whose bark curved in spirals that seemed to shift when he made contact.

The Codex thrummed in time with him, pages flashing information:

· Energy: 70/100

· Pursuers: 2 Scriptorium Archivists. Threat Level: High.

· Recommended Action: Erasure or Diversion.

Erasure. The word had echoed in his mind. In his other life, it had meant clearing chalkboards or correcting students' papers. Here, it meant something far greater—and chilling.

He had dashed for cover behind the thick trunk of a fat tree, clamped himself hard against the abnormally warm wood. The hunters emerged into an open space twenty yards away. The woman had a device vibrating with energy—a Reality Anchor, the Codex explained. The man scanned the space with a radiant wrist-band.

"Surrender the Codex," the man commanded, his voice level. "You don't own it."

Felix's teacher instincts kicked in—ask questions. "Whose is it? The ones who burned my library? Who murdered me?"

Her gaze narrowed. "Your death was a revision required. The Codex must not be in unauthorized hands."

The Codex warmed in his hands, pages spinning wild:

Revision Log Detected: Earth Event #7382 (Felix Kane's Death). Authorized by Scriptorium Lord Malakar.

Confirmation. The fury that churned in Felix's gut was hotter than the flame that had consumed him. He was not a casualty of circumstance; he was an edited sentence crossed out from existence.

With shaking hands, he focused on the Erasure command. If they could rewrite the past, so could he. He pictured the Reality Anchor—its crystal heart, its energy matrix—and typed:

"The Reality Anchor's core crystal shattered in transit, rendering it useless."

Power was drawn from him—20 units—leaving him stumbling. The device held in the woman's hand sputtered and went dead with a gentle crack.

"What did you do?" she snarled, throwing the now-useless device against her leg.

Felix didn't pause to justify. He turned and sprinted deeper into the woods, following the throbbing waypoint the Codex indicated—a single word: Sanctuary.

The wood grew thicker, the trees tall, their leaves tangling over one another to blacken the light of the twin moons. Glowing plants anomalously lit from within, casting shifting patterns on the ground ahead of him. He was still hearing the hunters behind him, their footsteps steady and firm.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of flight, the Codex glowed with greater intensity. "Sanctuary proximity: 50 meters."

Before him, a waterfall moved upwards, defying gravity as it plunged towards the sky instead of the earth. Behind this impossible sight was a cavern entrance screened off by luminescent vines.

Felix didn't pause for more than a second before diving through the watery veil. To his astonishment, the "water" was actually energy, not liquid, and it buzzed as it flowed over his skin but left him bone dry.

The cave took his breath away. It was not a cave naturally formed but a library carved out of the living rock. Scrolls were wedged into stone-carved shelves, glowing runes glided along the walls, and shattered texts floated suspended in mid-air, trapped in some unseen energy. Ancient power vibrated in the air.

The Codex vibrated with exhilaration in his arms, pages spinning around as it recorded the lost knowledge that permeated the chamber.

New Function Unlocked: Access to the Past.

You may now view lost or altered histories of Aethyra.

Felix ventured deeper into the cavern, his historian's soul rejoicing at the riches therein. He traced glyphs of robed figures fighting rebels with ink-quill arms. A man like him—a Codex Wielder—was depicted on one wall breaking apart a heavenly manuscript, freeing a constellation of facts.

The Codex decoded a shattered inscription:

"Here rests the Sanctuary of Unwritten Truths, last haven of the Forgotten Scribes who defied the tyranny of the Scriptorium."

A voice shouted from the entrance: "You found it. I knew you would."

Felix spun, brandishing the Codex like a shield. A young woman stood before him—her robes tattered, eyes aglow with knowledge. She bore no sword, merely a satchel full of scrolls.

"Liora Vey," the Codex indicated. "Shamed scholar. Master of forbidden histories. Ally."

"You're the one that the Scriptorium is looking for," she said, stepping closer. "The Codex Wielder. I've been trying to find this place for years. They told me I was mad to believe that the old legends were true."

"Why help me?" Felix asked, his voice cautious.

"Since you broke their Anchor. Only a Wielder can do that. And since." She rolled out a scroll—a map of Aethyra with some places labeled "Official History" and others "Forgotten." "I wish to burn their lies to dust."

Liora explained the Scriptorium's grip on Aethyra as they moved further into the cavern:

· They controlled knowledge by way of Heavenly Manuscripts—reality-defined artifacts.

· Anyone questioning official history was "edited" (deleted, imprisoned, or killed).

· Felix's Codex was just one of several lost "Counter-Codicies" designed to stop their grip.

"Your arrival wasn't by accident," she said to him. "Prophecies speak of an Outsider who bears the Living Codex. They feared you enough to have you killed in your own world."

The Codex began to glow, supporting her words with text:

Cross-Reference: "Prophecy of the Author" (forbidden ed., Scriptorium Index #777).

Felix smiled nastily. "I'm a history teacher, not a hero."

"No," said Liora, her face hot with anger. "You're the first writer who can retell their story."

She challenged him to drive the Codex further. On the wall hung a faded fresco of a knight killing a dragon—the "official" foundation myth of a nearby kingdom. Liora pointed to a corner: "The truth is there. The knight was cowardly. The dragon was a gentle guardian. The Scriptorium erased the true tale."

Felix's eyes were refixed on the Codex. Erasure Function. He pictured the braveness of the knight—a lie—and wrote:

"The knighthood's bravery was an invention imposed by Scriptorium Archivist Valerius."

Energy drained—30 units. The mural radiated. The face of the knight collapsed into coward's; the dragon's snarling mouth eased into sorrow.

Reality distorts them. A tremor shook the cavern. Dust cascaded down from above. The Codex flashed warnings:

Reality Instability Detected. Erasure of sanctioned historical events provokes cosmic recoil.

Liora gripped his arm. "They sensed that. They'll come."

But Felix wasn't done. He mentioned the Historical Access function, and the Codex opened up to the truth:

The dragon was a guardian of a sacred library. The knight borrowed its knowledge for the Scriptorium, then painted himself as a hero. The dragon's name was Ignis, and it had loved the humans it protected.

"We can restore it," Felix panted. "Inscription Function."

Liora's eyes widened. "Felix, no—writing a creature into being could ruin reality!"

But he was already writing, spurred by the anger of a teacher at lies masquerading as truth:

"Ignis, the last dragon, slumbers under the Verdant Wilds, awaiting the call of truth."

The energy cost was catastrophic—50 units. The Codex screamed in his mind, the pages blackening at the corners. The earth裂开, and a roar echoed out from within—not one of anger, but of grief.

The door to the cavern blasted open. The Scriptorium hunters materialized there, supported by four others. Their leader, a man whose eyes glowed like polished obsidian, raised a quill that smoldered with unadulterated authority.

"Felix Kane," he stated. "In the name of the Scribe Lords, you are accused of deviation from history. Surrender the Codex, or be erased."

The Codex displayed his name:

Scriptorium High Archivist Malakar. Authorized to redefine reality on a planetary scale.

Malakar smiled. "You can't win. Every fact you inscribe, we can erase. Every lie we write becomes the truth. This world is our manuscript."

Felix clutched the Codex, power nearly depleted. But he felt something awake beneath him—something old and great, waking at his behest.

The dragon Ignis was awakening.

The ground buckled. Stone collapsed, and a mighty wing tipped with glinting scales shot up from the earth, shaking the very Sanctuary. Ignis was no beast of raging devastation but a creature of legend and memory, its eyes heavy with buried millennia.

Malakar's bluster wavered. "What have you done?"

The Codex blazed one final, triumphant message:

Inscription Successful: Mythical Entity Restored. Reality Recalibration Imminent.

But Felix's victory was short-lived. As Ignis thundered a challenge that shook the very fabric of time itself, the Codex gave its last warning:

Energy Critical: 5/100. System Shutdown at 10… 9…

Malakar lifted his quill, ready to strike Felix from the page. Liora drew a dagger, standing between them.

"Run, Felix!" she shouted. "Search out the other Counter-Codicies! I'll keep them—"

The quill moved. Reality撕裂 around them.

Felix tried to reach for the Codex, but his hand passed through it as though fog. The world faded to gray.

The last he heard was Ignis's roar—and Malakar's cold laughter.

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