Chapter 138: The Victorian Velocity and the Jet-Ski Jubilee
The Empire of the Violet Star was now a multicolored comet streaking across the multiverse, leaving a trail of glitter, funk, and very confused eldritch horrors in its wake. After successfully teaching the "Silent Butcher" how to moonwalk, Volt looked at his multiversal GPS. A small, beige-colored sector was blinking—the Historical Drama Genre.
"Father," Anos reported, standing near the spire's main thruster (which now looked like a giant jukebox). "The Historical Sector is in a state of 'Extreme Boredom.' The data shows that characters are spending 98% of their time drinking tea and 2% of their time complaining about inheritance laws. The narrative energy is so low it's practically a flatline."
Akuto, who was currently wearing a top hat made of violet obsidian and neon-green sunglasses, let out a dramatic gasp. "Tea and inheritance laws? That's not a story, that's a tax audit! We need to inject some high-octane adrenaline into the 19th century!"
Volt stood up, his Author's Mark glowing with the color of a sunset reflected in a pool of gasoline. "Prepare the Aura of Anachronism. We're going to give the Victorian Era a much-needed speed boost."
The spire landed in the middle of a pristine, foggy London park in the year 1888. The local elite—ladies in heavy corsets and gentlemen with monocles—gasped as the obsidian fortress crushed a very expensive topiary garden.
A man with a massive mustache and a gold-tipped cane stepped forward. "I say! This is a most irregular intrusion! Do you have a permit for this... this giant, vibrating rock?"
Volt stepped off the spire, wearing a tuxedo that was half-Victorian and half-Cyberpunk. "Permits are for characters who don't have 80 million influence points, my good man. I am Volt, the Lead Editor of Reality. And you... you look like you need to go fast."
Volt tapped the Author's Mark. With a wave of his hand, he rewrote the River Thames. The murky, slow-moving water turned into a high-speed, neon-blue racing track. The wooden rowboats were instantly transformed into Chrome-Plated Jet-Skis powered by condensed starlight.
"Akuto! Anos! Show them how we handle 'Proper Etiquette'!"
Akuto didn't need to be told twice. He jumped onto a jet-ski, his obsidian top hat staying on through sheer demonic willpower. "Listen up, Victorian people! The 'Age of Reason' is over! The 'Age of Rad' has begun!"
He revved the engine, which sounded like a dragon's roar, and zoomed down the Thames at 300 miles per hour, doing a backflip over London Bridge while throwing boxes of "Multiversal Donuts" to the screaming crowds.
The Grand Overseer, who had now accepted his role as the "Narrative Janitor," stood on the balcony with a clipboard. "Volt, you can't give jet-skis to a society that hasn't even invented the lightbulb! You're creating a chronological paradox!"
"Paradoxes are just plot twists that haven't been explained yet, Overseer!" Volt laughed. He turned to a group of Victorian ladies. "Ladies, why wear a corset when you can wear a rocket-pack?"
With a snap of his fingers, the ladies' dresses were redesigned into aerodynamic racing suits. One of them, Duchess Margaret, looked at her new jet-ski and then at her rocket-pack. "Oh, fiddle-faddle," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with newfound chaos. "I always hated tea anyway!" She hopped on the jet-ski and took off, leaving a trail of blue fire behind her.
The 80 million influence points surged, the system's "LOL" symbol now being joined by a "Thumbs Up". The Historical Drama was being rewritten into a High-Stakes Action Movie.
Anos was busy at the DJ booth on the spire, mixing classical Mozart with heavy dubstep. The sound waves were so powerful they caused the Big Ben to start ticking in 4/4 time.
By sunset, the entire city of London was a neon playground. The "King of the Historical Sector"—an elderly man who usually spent his days writing letters of protest—was now seen doing a 720-degree spin on a jet-ski while wearing a "Demon King Fan Club" t-shirt.
Volt sat on a recliner chair on top of the spire, watching the chaos with a satisfied grin. "You see, Vanessa? People don't want 'Consistency.' They want to feel like the story is actually going somewhere—preferably at 300 miles per hour."
Vanessa laughed, leaning against him. "You've turned the 19th century into a race track. What's next? Giving lasers to the dinosaurs?"
Volt's eyes sparkled behind his sunglasses. "Dinosaurs with lasers... Anos, take a note! We're heading to the Prehistoric Sector tomorrow!"
The system notification popped up: [Achievement Unlocked: Historical Speed-Runner]. [Status: The Queen has been 'Yeeted' into a new dimension of fun].
The influence count hit 90 million. The 'Applying' phase was now just a distant memory of a boring life. Volt, the Author, the Demon King, and the CEO of Chaos, closed his eyes and listened to the beautiful sound of jet-skis and dubstep Mozart.