Chapter 177
Suuuuuh!
'If it really has to be this way, simply declaring peace isn't enough.
At the very least, I should just unleash the Mesmerizing Technique—a gaze strong enough to shatter—'
"You're not as naïve as expected."
Faa—haaah!
'Good. Even though I didn't actually use it, the intention to release the Mesmerizing
Technique alone was more than enough to shake him.
Intimidation without having to clash… how wise.'
"Besides, My-Self truly cannot—and will never possibly—have a chance of defeating You, Theo Vkytor."
And not long after.
While Theo, driven by the shocking discovery of a self-defense protocol within his soul, decided to no longer remain passive, an intention began to crystallize.
He wished to test this power, to shift it from a defensive reaction into a focused attack.
In his mind, a technique he named the Mesmerizing Technique began to take shape.
Its concept was to manifest the four pillars that had just awakened—Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition—into his own gaze.
He imagined how that gaze would become a channel.
Every blink would no longer be a mere biological reflex, but an acceleration of thought itself, a trigger mechanism that would generate and launch any form of energy he desired.
Energy to bend reality, create illusions, or even neutralize threats—all of it would be born from the convergence of the four core forces and the extraordinary speed of his mind.
The concept ignited within him, early psychic energy gathering behind his eyes, ready to be forged into a weapon never before seen.
However, just before the concept could be realized—before the first spark of energy could be projected—a voice intervened.
The voice was majestic, coming from no direction, yet sounding directly within Theo's consciousness.
Its tone was not loud, but filled with undeniable authority, like the laws of nature themselves speaking.
It asked him—or rather commanded him—to cease his action.
The request itself was a force.
It functioned like an emergency brake, locking the entire psychic and spiritual system within Theo that had been moments away from erupting.
The fact that this voice appeared to stop him became a clear indicator to Theo.
His technique had almost succeeded.
The idea was valid, the pathway correct, and the threat it would produce real enough to require direct intervention from this unseen entity.
Only because of that voice did Theo's intention falter.
The energy that had begun to gather dispersed violently back into him, like a wave thrown back to its source.
And the voice continued, with a tone that sounded almost like an honest yet heavy confession.
It declared that it truly could not—and would never possibly—have a chance of defeating Theo Vkytor.
It was not praise nor surrender, but a factual statement that sounded final and faintly somber.
It admitted its own limitation before the inheritance of creation residing within Theo.
"So you didn't truly intend to destroy her feelings?
Just trying to make her realize it—though Your method would sound cruel to anyone, even to me."
'Of course he's Quil-Hasa.
After 'pretending' to abandon the crying Aldraya, he had actually prepared a trap from the beginning—wanting to see which foolish creature would dare intrude upon the affairs between Creator and creation without the Creator's permission.'
Ohhhh!
'He did not underestimate me—especially after my fierce battle against the nine previous Administrators.'
Though he could not be certain whether the statement "never possibly defeating you" was genuine praise, a paradoxical test without a correct answer except a trap, or something else entirely, Theo's instinct and logic worked quickly.
His right brow furrowed, tracing a deep pathway of thought.
In the stillness after the voice vanished, a pressing question emerged.
What was the true meaning behind all this?
Was the brutal psychological torment inflicted upon Aldraya meant to crush the former angel down to the depths of her soul?
Or was there a deeper intention hidden behind that cruelty?
Theo's thoughts veered toward a paradoxical possibility.
Could it be that Quil-Hasa's actions were not pure destruction, but an attempt at awakening?
A cruel, even merciless method to open Aldraya's eyes to a truth she had long rejected—the truth that her blind devotion was a mistake, that her love had become a shackle?
The painful words, the absolute rejection, the degrading gaze—perhaps all of them were the surgical tools chosen by the Creator to excise the tumor of obsession that had eroded His creation's soul for thousands of years.
Enlightenment through extreme suffering.
And now, Theo understood the source of that voice.The majestic voice that halted his technique and confessed its inability to defeat him.
It was Quil-Hasa.
The Creator had never truly left after destroying Aldraya.
After "pretending" to vanish from the site of her cries, He remained there, disguised as empty space, observing.
And His new target of observation was Theo.
All of this was a trap designed for him.
The vanished teleportation gate, the lurking presence—everything was bait and snare.
Quil-Hasa intended to corner Theo, the intrusive stalker, to identify what kind of being was bold enough to infiltrate and spy on the private matters between Creator and creation without even a sliver of permission.
However, the results of this forced identification were not what Quil-Hasa expected, instead confirming His deepest suspicions.
The automatic defensive and offensive reactions from within Theo spoke louder than any verbal answer.
And Theo now understood one thing clearly.
Quil-Hasa was not wrong to refrain from underestimating him.
The respect—or caution—embedded in the statement "never possibly defeating you" likely stemmed from a reference.
At the very least, after Theo's legendary battle against the nine Administrators—a battle that ended in a draw despite Theo bleeding even from both armpits—his reputation had reached even the highest ears.
'If I piece all these clues together, the conclusion is only one.
Since the moment I appeared in Flo Viva Mythology—since my real world was devoured by 99% and left only me and a sliver of my existence—Quil-Hasa has suspected that I am the creator behind the creator.
The idea that forms the foundation for why this reality—and beings like him—can exist.'
Everything became clear.
Suspicion had crystallized into certainty.
From the very moment Theo was thrown into the world of Flo Viva Mythology—after 99 percent of his original reality was consumed by the system—Quil-Hasa had sensed an impossible truth.
He had suspected that Theo Vkytor was the architect behind all architects, the primordial idea that gave rise to the existence of Flo Viva Mythology.
The Creator of this world realized that he, and the reality he governed, were inspired by and emanated from a horror story written by Theo titled Last Prayer.
And now, the very inspirator had arrived physically within his manifested creation.
At the moment of Theo's sudden and inexplicable arrival, Quil-Hasa, ruler of this reality, must have been seized by profound doubt.
Though convincing, the suspicion that Theo was the architect behind all architects—the primordial idea underlying the existence of Flo Viva Mythology—felt too impossible, too fantastical to accept.
The Creator therefore preferred a more rational, though still extraordinary, hypothesis.
That Theo was merely a high-level anomaly, similar to the five Ancient Tales—unpredictable phenomena within the system, entities emerging from cracks in the code of reality, bringing chaos of their own.
To be continued…