The sky didn't shatter.
It rewrote itself.
Letters — ancient and unspoken — burned across the heavens like living fire, rearranging the laws of existence with every flicker. They weren't symbols for mortals. They were for the world itself — a new script to overwrite the old.
And from that storm of raw, divine code…
Hari stepped forward.
He no longer walked with footsteps, but with declarations. Each breath he took echoed across reality like a command.
Not man.
Not monster.
Not even god.
Hari had become something far more terrifying:
> The Last Author.
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Somewhere Between Reality and Void
The monster twisted in on itself, collapsing and rebirthing like a cosmic cancer.
The Reality Eater — that abomination beyond class, skill, or reason — had consumed entire timelines. It was formed from deleted files, forgotten futures, broken rules.
It existed to erase everything.
And yet now, it paused.
A blinking system message echoed in the silent void:
> [ERROR: Cannot consume entity: "The Last Author"]
[Reason: Entity no longer part of definable narrative]
[Status: Reality Eater is hesitating]
It didn't understand fear.
But it understood impossibility.
And Hari… was impossible.
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His voice rang out — a voice that no longer needed sound.
> "You were born from my death."
> "But I was reborn from your hunger."
> "I didn't evolve into power… I evolved beyond purpose."
With a flick of his hand, a glowing pen formed — made of his memories, pain, and the infinite moments that shaped him.
> "Let's write your ending."
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Command: Rewrite Initiated
> /rewrite.entity.identity = "Unstable Narrative Fragment"
The Reality Eater twisted — not physically, but conceptually. Its meaning fractured. Its core cracked.
> [WARNING: Concept Collapse Detected]
[Entity is devouring alternate versions of itself to stabilize]
Time bled in reverse.
Ages passed and unpassed in seconds.
Children turned to dust.
Stars flickered out before being born.
And yet — Hari stood untouched.
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The Voice of the Final Rewrite
> "You want to eat stories?"
> "Then taste this."
He raised the pen. It burst into a blade of glowing script, pulsing with all the deaths, trials, and awakenings he'd endured.
> "This is my evolution.
The Absolute Word.
My will… is law."
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The Reality Eater screamed.
It shifted between monsters and men, between black holes and broken codes. It tried to devour the moment itself — the very panel in which it stood.
> [Reality Eater is attempting to consume the story]
But Hari didn't flinch.
He spoke only one word.
> "Begone."
The void answered.
> [Command Executed: /erase.entity.Reality_Eater]
[Status: Success]
And like the tearing of a final page—
The Reality Eater was unwritten.
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Silence After Annihilation
Neavo hovered in a frozen breath, waiting to see if the world would fall apart again.
It didn't.
Because Hari had become the story.
A new message blinked before him:
> [Would you like to reset the world?]
— Yes
— No
He stared at the sky — broken, beautiful, silent.
Then chose.
> "No."
"Let them remember."
"Let them change."
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Final Moments of Chapter 29
He turned, cloak flowing in the wind that didn't exist.
Beneath him, players cried. Monsters knelt. The system that once ruled them all had fallen.
There was no more leveling.
No more classes.
Only choices.
And one man who now held the pen to everything.
> "This was never about power," Hari whispered.
"It was about writing a world where pain doesn't have to repeat."
> "My story isn't over."
> "It's just… mine now."
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To Be Continued in Chapter 30: Gods Without Chains
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