In the darkness of the Evernight Goddess's concealment, Kim Dokja stood as the architect, the witness of a paradox.
He held the Stone of Convergence, the crystal humming with the resonance of two colliding realities.
"I wish for a miracle," Dokja whispered, his voice cutting through the silence of the cathedral. "Converge the Error and the Fool."
[Myth-grade Item 'Stone of Convergence' has triggered a Miracle!]
[System alert!]
[You are shouldering an incomprehensible ammount of Probability!]
['Star Will' is initiating Plausibility screening!]
[Plausibility screening incoming!]
['Star Will' is confused!]
Dokja spent every ounce of his stories to stay conscious.
His legs were enveloped into sparks of probability.
He then used his Special skill from Tower of Wish:
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[Special Skill – Lv.0 Narrative Intervention].
Description: Allows the user to slightly alter the flow of a 'Scenario' through speech, provided the probability allows it.
[Lv.9 The Power of the Narrative's Core]
○Story's Law
—The user taps into the core of their own narrative, amplifying their story's influence over the world. They are no longer simply an actor in the story but become the force that shapes their fate, decisions, and abilities.
○ Interpreter
—For a brief moment, the user gains the ability to rewrite the rules of the current story, gaining powers that reflect their personal growth and past narrative arcs.
○Temporary Exhaustion
—After the skill ends, the user experiences fatigue, reducing all stats by 20% for 20 minutes as they recover from the mental strain of manipulating the narrative of owned stories.
*Note:This skill can only be used once every 72 hours. The user must rest and allow their stories to regain their powers.
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"Probability storm will not kill me!"
He sacrificed all of his savings, which actually reached ten figures in Coins!
Dokja also tried to steal some probability away from Star Will itself using his Beyonder powers of Marauder, but nothing worked.
Probability storm glitched for a moment, then fully blinded his vision.
[■■ 'The Last Witness of the Unwritten End' has been banished from the Scenario!]
[You have already earned the qualification of the end.]
[You have entered the Final Scenario!]
['Star Will' is not satisfied with your actions!]
[You have received a punishment!]
[Constellation, 'Lightning Throne', is looking closely at you.]
[Constellation, 'Spear That Draws the Boundaries of the Sea', is glaring at you.]
[Constellation, 'Great Mother God Who Created Man out of Earth', is getting interested in the Story you might earn.]
...
[Final Scenario's Constellations are focusing on you.]
[Final Scenario's Constellations are enjoying your actions.]
'At least I'm alive, heh,' Dokja lampooned, a trait he had taken after Klein when he was trapped inside Fourth Wall.
***
Magical particles, iridescent and heavy with the weight of lost history, erupted from the stone on the floor where Dokja once stood. They sought. They enveloped the resurrected Klein Moretti and the thousand avatars of Amon.
Amon's monocles glinted with a terror he hadn't felt since the First Epoch.
He attempted to [Steal] the distance between himself and the particles, to enter and traverse the Spirit World, to seal away the very air—but the Stone of Convergence ignored the rules of the pathway.
It was a miracle of "Result," not "Process."
Amon was pulled into a dark, swirling vortex. In the next heartbeat, the Uniqueness of the Fool and the three sets of digested Sequence 9–1 characteristics slammed back into Klein's and Amon's soul.
Klein returned to the state of "drinking" the potion, but the paradox of the Stone ensured the foundation came first.
By relying on his resurrection and Dokja's miracle, Klein overturned the state of madness.
The gray fog and black liquid blended. Countless meat tendrils sprouted and intertwined into a translucent, dark-colored cloak.
Under the cloak was a void of absolute darkness, save for an illusory mask with blank features that slowly outlined the fusion of Klein and Amon's faces.
The new Fool was born.
***
While a God was being born in Canada, Seoul was being torn apart.
The Supernova's King of Angels unleashed its mythical form, a titan of radioactive light that sought to peel the crust off the Earth.
"Jeongyeong!" Yoo Joonghyuk roared, his black coat fluttering in the heat of a dying sun.
Cheok Jeongyeong stepped forward, his veins bulging with a mix of Magic Power and Stories. He became the sword. He combined his principles, making his fist a prolongation of his soul.
Jeongyeong growled, his status as a constellation flaring until it blinded the nearby demons.
"Zero Sword Style: The Sword that Severs The End!"
Beside him, Yoo Joonghyuk ascended.
The weight of his stories finally crystallized.
He was no longer just a Transcender; he was a narrative force.
[Giant Story 'Season of Light and Darkness' is telling its tale!]
[Giant Story 'Piligrim of Convergence' is beginning its storytelling!]
[Giant Story 'Torch that Swallowed Myth' shows its teeth!]
[Giant Story 'Demon Realm Gate' is opening its eyes for the first time!]
...
Joonghyuk unleashed a Universal Slash. The arc of his blade didn't just cut the King of Angels; it cut the "Probability" that allowed the Angel to exist in this dimension.
He also magnified the slash with his Beyonder powers of Black Emperor Pathway.
The supernova was extinguished.
However, the cost was staggering. Japan and the surrounding islands were vaporized by the shockwave. Korea remained, anchored by the Infinite Mana Barrier of the Dimensional Entropy created by the Essence of the Strait.
"Hold the line!" Gong Pildu yelled from the battlements of the underground city, his [Armed Fortress] firing thousands of rounds into the surging demon hordes of Vassago.
Back in the Alberta Mountain Range, the sky was gone.
The Indescribable Mist—a horrific fusion of the Indescribable Distance and the Uncertain Mist—had turned the atmosphere into a choking gray void.
The Monarch of Decay slammed his authority into the mountain, cracking the tectonic plates of the North American continent.
Atlas stepped into the center of the cracks.
His youthful, 16-year-old face was set in a grim mask.
['Chronos's Resentment'!]
The earth began to pull itself back together.
The magma cooled in reverse; the cracks sealed as if they had never been.
But for every kilometer of earth he healed, Atlas paid in time.
His body shrank.
From a teenager, he regressed into a ten-year-old boy, his oversized armor clattering against the stone.
"Adam! Now!" Atlas squeaked, his voice high-pitched but steady.
Quasi-God Almighty didn't hesitate.
He pulled the Magic Wishing Lamp from the void and hurled it directly into the heart of the Monarch of Decay's attack.
CRACK.
The lamp shattered.
The Genie—the trapped consciousness of the Son of Chaos—erupted from its prison.
Sensing its other half in the Indescribable Mist, the Genie didn't attack the heroes; it lunged toward the sky, merging with the Uncertain Mist to stabilize its long-lost divinity.
The Indescribable Mist let out a cosmic roar and retreated back into the deep cosmos, pulled away by the sudden, overwhelming gravity of its own completion.
The reprieve was momentary.
In the ruined cathedral, the Door of Light across the surface of the concealed world suddenly burst open.
Figure appeared
Termiboros leaped out, his eyes spinning with the power of a True God.
[Outer Deity 'Circle of Inevitability' is incarnating into the Scenario!]
Circle of Invevitability was utilizing Star Stream function to incarnate into the body of his Angel.
Termiboros's body began to warp, becoming a vessel for the Outer Deity.
He looked at the translucent dark cloak of the newly born Fool and sneered.
His features resembled both Klein and Amon.
"The script of the Fool is late," Termiboros's voice vibrated. "The Circle is already complete."
Klein, beneath the cloak, raised a hand.
The illusory monocle glinted.
"The Circle," Klein-Amon's voice echoed, layered with a thousand echoes of Amon and the Fool, "is just an Error in a larger design."
***
The Mother Tree of Desire manifested not as a tree, but as the very concept of Fatherhood and Evil. Her branches, translucent and dripping with the "Reason" that drove men to insanity, sought to entangle the Sefirah Castle.
"You've overstayed your welcome," Chae Joochul whispered.
The "Immortal" of the Nine Stars moved with the inevitability of nature. He snapped open his white hand fan. As he fanned the air, he gathered the Natural Power of the entire North American continent. The plants, the stones, and the very oxygen were compressed into a singular point of "Earthly Will."
Beside him, Heynckes, the Master of Steel, drew a jagged, rusted dagger.
He had signed a [Contract of Absolute Severance] with his own soul.
Heynckes roared.
His body ignited in a silver, metallic fire.
He lunged, his movements cutting through the Mother Tree's [Binding] authorities.
Every time the Tree tried to [Curse] him, his Steel Authority—pushed to the edge of the Ninth Star—simply absorbed the blow, treating the curse as a "impurity" to be forged away.
Roselle Gustav, close to Half-Anarchy, provided the tactical framework.
"[Order: The Desires of the Tree shall be turned inward!]"
Using Distortion, Roselle twisted the Mother Tree's [Supplication] to the Mother Goddess of Depravity.
Instead of receiving power, the Tree was suddenly flooded with the "Desire" of her own roots to consume her branches. The colossal entity shuddered, her Rationality fracturing.
Farbauti, merged with the Master of the Shadow Cottage, saw the opening. As the Half-Father of Devils, he triggered an [Explosion of Desire] within the Mother Tree's heart.
In the center of the Astral World, the Monarch of Decay loomed like a planet-sized mummy. Greenish-yellow pus oozed from his golden plates, each drop a Virus that carried the [Certain Death] of an entire civilization.
Adam stood as a radiant giant, the Chaos Sea swirling at his feet.
"The future I proclaim," Adam spoke, his voice vibrating with the White Tower's omniscience, "is that the River of Time shall not reach its endpoint today."
Adam envisioned a Holy Sunlight that left no shadows, Purifying the Monarch's [putrefaction] as it formed. But the Monarch countered by dragging the region's time toward the [Endpoint]. The golden light of Adam's sun began to dim, aging millions of years in a second.
"Eleanor! Jaejin!" Adam commanded.
Eleanor of the Silent Song moved like a ghost through the Dissonance Field. She listened to his Terminal Cadence.
"I hear the beat of your rot," she whispered.
She swung her blade, not at the golden plates, but at the "Process" of the Monarch's Sure Hit authority. The "Process" of the attack was concluded before it could strike. The Certain Death was interrupted mid-beat, leaving the Monarch's left hand hovering in a state of stagnant stillness.
Oh Jaejin, the 10-star Mage raised his fist and staff, which glowed with the [Inextinguishable Light] of ten magic stars. Jaejin roared. He threw a punch that didn't hit the Monarch; it hit the Symbolism of the Monarch's existence.
The golden plating on the Monarch's chest cracked, not from physical force, but because Jaejin had made it that the armor was already billions of years old and brittle.
Far away from the Alberta Peaks, the Goddess of Fate was weaving a final shroud for the planet. Her silver threads were entangled with the River of Fate, seeking to sever the tributaries of every hero below.
But her loom was a mess.
Medea and Athena, the Tower administrators.
Medea shrieked, her dark magic lashing out and accidentally severing three of the Goddess's threads. Athena countered, her spear of golden lightning pinning the River of Fate distributary to the mountain peak.
Will Auceptin and the Holy Monk, acting as the Eternal Buddha, used their [Luck] to exploit the chaos. Every time the Goddess of Fate tried to weave a [Final Judgment], the "Chaotic Luck" of the Buddha turned the judgment into a minor inconvenience—a bird pooping on a demon's head or a hero's sword accidentally finding a weak point.
As the Great Old Ones clashed, the Inextinguishable Ravings flooded the Earth once again.
The [Spiritual Imprint] of the Original Creator began to pulse in the hearts of every Beyonder. In Seoul, master-rank heroes fell to their knees as their bodies began to undergo [Mutation].
"It's too loud!" a Ranker screamed, his skin turning into bark.
Djinns who had consumed potions found their Desires ignited. They didn't attack the heroes; they began to devour themselves, their bodies becoming vessels for the Ravings.
['Original Creator' is resonating with the 'Star Stream'!]
The "Immortal" of the Nine Stars had reached his absolute limit.
His white hand fan had disintegrated, replaced by a swirling sphere of green and brown energy—the compressed Natural Power of Earth.
He thrust the sphere into the trunk of the Mother Tree of Desire.
The impact was cataclysmic. The Mother Tree's bark shattered, her internal "Reason" leaking out like glowing sap. The natural forces of an entire planet tore at her symbolism, forcing her Desires to collapse into a singularity of nothingness.
But she was a Great Old One.
The Mother Tree didn't scream; she Blathered. The wounds on her trunk mutated. Thousands of tiny, screaming mouths opened in the wood, devouring the natural energy Chae Joochul had spent his life force to gather.
She lashed out with a branch of pure Filth, slamming the Immortal into the side of the mountain with a force that shattered his Nine Star status.
Above the carnage, the Evernight Goddess (Half-Eternal Darkness) and Earth Mother Lilith (Half-Goddess of Origin) were fighting a battle of attrition they were destined to lose.
Amanises stood draped in a gown of stars that was slowly being bleached white by the Monarch of Decay's presence. She gripped the Twilight Sword, her connection to the River of Eternal Darkness fraying like a worn rope. The River was too far away, anchored in a reality that was being overwritten by the Cosmic Gaze.
Beside her, Lilith unleashed the Brood Hive of Filth. She attempted to "Return to the Origin" the Inextinguishable Ravings, trying to turn the Great Old One back into a formless thought. But the Ravings simply ignored the biological logic.
"0101... Origin is a subset of the Spirit... Spirit is the Ravings..."
The Monarch of Decay raised his rotting left hand.
The attack struck both goddesses simultaneously. It wasn't a physical blow; it was the Decay of their Symbolism. Lilith's authority over "Life" began to rot, her golden grain turning into black mold. Amanises's "Concealment" was stripped away, exposing her true name to the hungry cosmos.
They fell from the sky, their divine radiance flickering like dying bulbs.
The Sect Masters of the Western Continent—the men and women who had spent generations cultivating the Dao—were the first to pay the ultimate price.
The Haoli Sect Master, who had been the anchor for the Evernight Goddess, let out a final, blood-curdling scream. Her body, already half-merged with the River of Eternal Darkness, was suddenly consumed by the Monarch of Decay's entropy. His history was Decayed until he had never existed at all.
In the center of the mechanical fleet, the Celestial Master of the Knowledge Moor felt his connection to the God of Steam dissolve. The Inextinguishable Ravings had bypassed his mental barriers, implanting a "Philosophical Essence" that made his brain boil.
"The Dao... is an Error..." the Celestial Master gasped before his head exploded into a cloud of binary dust.
The God of Steam and Machinery, now alone and without the Moor's support was transferred into higher dimension. His ironclads were melted into slag, and his Half-Demon of Knowledge status was shredded by the sheer volume of "Unauthorized Information" flooding the battlefield.
Adam was the only thing standing between the Alberta Range and total erasure. But the cost of being a Pillar was becoming apparent.
As he used the Chaos Sea to protect the heroes, the Spiritual Imprint of the Primodial inside him began to glow. His five-headed shadow began to grow independent of his movements. The Inextinguishable Ravings were focusing all their "intent" on him, whispering the names of the Primordial into his mind.
"Give in," the Ravings hissed. "The Chaos Sea... is Home."
Adam's radiant giant form began to flicker. One of his heads—the one representing the Sun—turned into a black hole of Degeneration. He was losing control. For every Outer Deity he disoriented, he was losing a piece of his own "Authorial" self-awareness.
"I can't... hold... much longer..." Adam's voice echoed, now carrying the discordant note of the True Creator.
Heynckes, seeing the Gods falling around him, lunged one last time at the Mother Tree of Desire. His Steel Authority was no longer a shield; it was a suicide note.
"Eleanor! Jaejin! Get the kids out of here!" Heynckes roared, his skin turning into a dull, cracked iron.
Eleanor of the Silent Song didn't answer. She was already in the Final Measure. Her heartbeat had stopped. Her breathing had ceased. She was a walking corpse, swinging her blade at the Monarch of Decay's time-streams. She managed to cut one more "Rhythm of Death," buying exactly three more seconds.
Oh Jaejin, the 10-star Mage, was bleeding from his eyes. His spells had failed against the High-Dimensional Overseer. He had been "Thinned" into a 2D painting, his lower half already merging with the mountain's stone.
***
Eastern Europe had already been silenced, its stories devoured by the Angel of Monarch of Decay and Constellations of Asgard. Headquarters of the Church of True Creator was destroyed, its Pope and Angel of the Holy Word Steph were also killed.
Now, the focus of the cosmic vultures shifted to the remaining bastions of resistance.
In Britain, the sky was a fractured mirror reflecting the distorted truths of the High-Dimensional Overseer. The only thing keeping the island from being thinned into a 2D painting was Ah Hae-in, the 9-star summon mage Duchess.
She stood atop the White Cliffs of Dover, her four legendary beasts—the Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—manifesting as pillars of primordial mana. They fought against a nightmare coalition: the King of Angels of Decay, the shimmering weavers of the Goddess of Fate, and the translucent warriors of the Overseer.
"Is this the 'Inevitability' you promised?" Kim Suho shouted, his blade cutting through the dimensional ripples of an Overseer's angel.
[Constellation 'Guardian of the Great Horn Bridge' enters the Scenario!]
Beside him, Shin Jonghak unleashed his spear, the black flames of his lineage clashing with the golden light of Heimdall. Yoo Sihyuk, the ninth-rank hero, moved like a blur of electrical wolves, his lightning-fast strikes momentarily stunning Tyr.
[Constellation 'The One Who Lost His Arm' has been mortaly wounded!]
Anna Croft stepped out of a spatial rift created by Fors Wall. She looked at the Asgardian gods with a cold, analytical fury.
"Why? Why would the 'Protectors of Midgard' help the Outer Deities?"
"It was not a choice," Heimdall's voice resonated with the sound of a horn. "A deal was struck to ensure the survival of the World Tree. We are merely the interest on that debt."
"A deal with whom?" Anna pressed.
"With 'Her'," Heimdall replied, looking toward a sudden frost creeping across the battlefield.
[Constellation 'Empress of Nilfheim's Echo' is preparing to descend!]
From the depths of the Asgardian prisons, freed by the Convergence's spatial collapse, stepped Hella. She laughed, a sound like ice cracking over a tomb. Her presence turned Germany into a graveyard of frost.
But the Earth had its own monsters.
Fors Wall reached into the Spirit World once again and pulled forth a young boy with eyes like a void.
Lee Gilyoung.
[Giant Story 'King of the Insects' is screaming!]
[Constellation 'The Ruler of the Deepest Pit' is incarnating!]
[Long time no see, Hella.]
Abaddon.
[...Hm? Didn't expect to see you here. It brings some unwanted memories back, doesn't it?]
They spoke in their true voices filled with status of Myth-Grade Constellations. That made incarnations break down at place, clenching their hearts and heads, and beyonders loose control.
The Lord of the Abyss clashed with the Empress of the Grave in the ruins of Berlin. Swarms of locusts that could devour souls met a frost that could freeze time. The city became a localized apocalypse, a clash of two different definitions of Evil that was locked up for a long time.
Across the Atlantic, America was a cacophony of Inextinguishable Ravings. The very air vibrated with the madness of the Original Creator's imprint. Medici, in his Calamity Giant form, was drowning in a sea of rampagers.
Suddenly, the ravings were muffled.
Xenodice manifested a massive dome of Concealment.
"Quiet down," she muttered, adjusting her glasses.
The respite was brief. The 10th Devil and a Demon King from the 7th Demon Realm surged forward. They initially targeted the Mother Tree's angel, but the [Desires] authority of the Tree was too potent. Within seconds, the Devil and the King were turned into puppets of their own greed, attacking Medici instead.
[Pathetic,] a deep, chilling voice echoed.
[Constellation 'Father of the Rich Night' looks at you!]
Hades and Persephone stepped out of the Underworld's gate.
Hades, backed by the probability of the Underworld, suppressed the Demon King, while Persephone's vines of pomegranate strangled the 10th Devil.
An angel of the Ravings broke through Xenodice's concealment, its voice attempting to destabilize Hades's spirit. But the King of the Dead simply stared it down.
[I have been the endpoint of souls since before your 'Stars' had names,] Hades growled.
The angel retreated, its form flickering. Medici didn't miss the chance. He lunged, his Spear of Destruction obliterating the weakened Demon King, while Hades crushed the 10th Devil into soul-dust.
Medici stood amidst the carnage of the American continent. He looked at the chaos, the continent-wide war, and the falling gods.
"The ritual is complete," Medici rasped, his three mouths grinning in unison.
Hades looked at Medici. He understood Medici's plan.
[Giant Story 'Underworld' is supporting you!]
With the help of Hades, now Medici was sure that he won't loose control. He could finally advance.
He pulled the Red Priest Uniqueness from his inventory—the crimson pillar shrouded in invisible flames.
[Item Information]
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Name: Salinger's Blood Banner
Rank: Uniqueness
Pathway: Red Priest
Sealing Method:...
Description:...
...
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A pillar of absolute, conceptual fire erupted from the center of the Northern Superstate, piercing the sky and burning away the Ravings for thousands of miles. The iron-black skeleton of the Calamity Giant was replaced by a figure of majestic, crimson armor, his presence imposing the [Order of War] onto the world.