Chapter 150: The Shattered Script and the Farmer's Wrath
The morning in Godw started with a chilling anomaly. The golden-purple sky, which usually reflected the absolute peace of Volt's domain, began to flicker like a dying candle. Cracks of obsidian darkness spider-webbed across the firmament, leaking a cold, pressurized aura that didn't belong to any of the known parallel multiverses. Volt, standing in his potato field with his worn straw hat tilted forward, stopped digging. He didn't need to look up to know that the fabric of the reality he had meticulously rewritten was being forcibly unraveled.
Beside him, the air distorted as Anos and Akuto materialized. Both were breathing heavily, their divine armor cracked and leaking essence. Anos, the 17-year-old Guardian of the Multiverse, looked at his father with a mixture of shock and desperation.
"Father," Anos gasped, gripping his chest. "The 10th Dimension... it didn't just collapse. It was deleted. Something from beyond the Fifth Gate has bypassed the Information Laws. My 'Ability Killing' didn't work. It was as if the target didn't even exist to be killed."
Akuto knelt on the soil, the roots of Sakuna within him retreating in fear. "It's a New Author, Lord Volt. Someone has picked up the pen I thought you had broken 9000 years ago. They are rewriting us. They are turning our peace into a tragedy."
Volt remained silent, his gaze fixed on a single tomato plant that was slowly turning into grey ash. This wasn't just an attack; it was an editorial erasure. The being beyond the veil was trying to reclaim the story of the Reincarnation of the Demon King.
Suddenly, the farmhouse door creaked open. Vanessa stepped out, followed by Alisa, Sasha, and Karina. The usual comedic bickering was gone, replaced by a heavy, suffocating silence. Vanessa looked at the ashen sky and then at Volt. She didn't scream. She didn't threaten him with the void. She simply walked over and placed a hand on his trembling shoulder.
"You told me the war was over, Volt," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You told me the kids would grow up in a world where they didn't have to be weapons."
Volt looked at his wife, the only being who made his 12 forms of immortality feel human. "I lied, Vanessa. As long as there is a 'Story', there will be a 'Writer' who wants to see us suffer for the sake of a plot."
He reached up and took off his straw hat, handing it to Alisa. The 15-year-old girl took it with shaking hands, her radiant light flickering. "Dad? What are you doing?"
"I'm going to finish the script," Volt said. His voice had changed. It no longer sounded like the weary farmer; it resonated with the authority of the Source of Death.
Volt stepped forward, and with every stride, the simple farmer's clothes morphed into the legendary obsidian armor of the Demon King. His aura, which he had suppressed for years to live as a human, exploded outward, instantly repairing the cracks in the sky. He tapped into Higher Dimension Manipulation, but he didn't stop there. He reached for the Conceptual Erasure—the power to kill the very idea of an enemy.
"Anos, Akuto," Volt commanded, his voice echoing through every parallel timeline simultaneously. "Stay here. Protect your mother and sisters. If I don't return, Anos, you are the new God of Godw. Use the 'Probability Manipulation' I taught you to ensure this farm stays green, even if the rest of the multiverse turns to dust."
"No!" Anos shouted, stepping forward. "I'm 17 now! I'm a Guardian! I'm coming with you!"
Volt turned, a sad smile on his face. He used Perception Manipulation to freeze Anos in place for just a second. "You are a Guardian of the world, son. But I am the one who killed the man who created it. This isn't a fight you can win with power. This is a fight between the Character and the Creator."
With a sudden, violent movement, Volt thrust his hand into the air and literally tore the reality of Godw open. He didn't just travel to another dimension; he stepped out of the "Book" itself. He entered the Meta-Void, the white space where stories are conceived.
Standing in that endless whiteness was a shadowy figure holding a glowing quill. The New Author.
"You're a persistent one, Volt," the figure spoke, its voice sounding like thousands of whispers. "You killed my predecessor, you broke the Fifth Gate, and you thought you could just... plant potatoes? A Demon King belongs in a tragedy, not a comedy."
Volt summoned his sword, a blade forged from the very concept of Non-existence. "My wife likes potatoes," Volt said coldly. "And my son wants to be a hero. My daughter wants to charge her phone with divine light. You are in the way of their happiness."
The New Author laughed, beginning to write in the air. "I am writing your end, Volt. Section 150: The Fall of the Farmer. You will lose your immortality. You will lose your family. You will become nothing but a memory."
Volt felt his 12 forms of immortality flickering. His Physics Manipulation began to fail as the Author rewrote the laws of the Meta-Void. But Volt didn't panic. He had been through 9000 years of hell. He knew the secret that the Author didn't: once a character becomes strong enough to kill their creator, they no longer need a script.
"I am the Source of Death," Volt roared, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, absolute darkness. "I don't care what you write. I am the one who decides when the ink runs dry!"
Volt launched himself forward, his speed bypassing the concept of time itself. He wasn't just moving; he was Existing in every moment of the past, present, and future at once. The Author frantically tried to delete Volt's legs, then his arms, but Volt used Information Manipulation to restore himself faster than the pen could move.
The battle shook the foundations of every reality. Back on the farm, the family watched as the sky turned into a battlefield of ink and light.
"He's winning," Sasha whispered, her golden hair flowing in the cosmic wind. "He's actually fighting the Narrative."
But Volt knew the price. To truly kill an Author, a character has to become "True Nothingness." He had to give up his existence to save the world of Godw.
As he swung his blade for the final strike, Volt looked back one last time through the rift at his family. He saw Vanessa crying, he saw Anos struggling against the freeze, and he saw his peaceful little farm.
"Story Manipulation: The Final Decree," Volt whispered.
With a flash of blinding light that consumed the Meta-Void, Volt drove his sword through the New Author's heart. The quill shattered, and the white void began to collapse.
In the final moments of the chapter, the scene shifts back to the farm. The cracks in the sky have vanished. The sun is shining. But the spot where Volt stood is empty. Only the straw hat remains, resting on the soil of the potato patch.
Anos finally broke free from the freeze, falling to his knees and screaming his father's name into the empty air. The God of Godw was gone, but the world was finally, truly free from the pen of any Author