The system started stuttering again.

Not like before—with sound or static—but in meaning.Words flickered across the air, smashed together into nonsense.

NarrativeStability:63EntityStatus:StabilizedEntityStatus:Stabilized

"...Excuse me?" I muttered.

Arjun's ember sputtered beside me. I think the interface is melting.

"It's been melting since I met it."

The broken text repeated, letters shifting like they were trying to remember what grammar was.Then, suddenly—click.

Everything froze. The words straightened, their glow steadied, and for the first time since this entire mess began, the system looked readable.

[ System Notice: Display Protocol Updated ][ Status: Readability Restored ]

I exhaled. "Finally. About time the universe learned formatting."

Arjun hummed. You can actually see it clearly now?

"Yeah," I said, watching the text shimmer into place. "Guess even reality needed subtitles."

✦

The bridge beneath my feet stretched into a white plain.Wind rippled through the silence, soft as breath.Ahead, a horizon of temples—miles of marble sanctuaries built for gods that didn't answer anymore.

[ Directive: Trace the Voices of the First Authors ][ Current Location: Fragment 04B — The Hollow Faith ]

Arjun's ember dimmed slightly. Hollow Faith… sounds cheerful.

"Yeah," I said, walking forward. "I'm expecting fireworks and existential dread."

✦

Each temple I passed was immaculate, identical, and utterly empty.No worshippers. No idols. Not even dust.Only names carved into the walls—millions of them, none familiar.

The wind carried faint sound. Not prayer, not language—just repetition.

Echoes of belief that forgot its script.

✦

Inside the largest temple stood a single throne, carved from glass so clear it reflected nothing.And above it hovered a shape of light—shifting, trembling, without form.

[ Scanning Entity... ][ Result: Undefined. Origin Trace — Null ]

Arjun whispered, It's a god with no author.

I frowned. "That's not supposed to be possible."

Apparently someone skipped the outline stage.

✦

The figure of light twitched. Then, in a fragile voice, it spoke:

"Who wrote you?"

I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You have definition. You have direction. Someone gave you meaning. Who?"

"That's complicated," I said. "Union strike's still ongoing."

"I… do not remember my writer."

The light dimmed, flickering faintly. Its edges blurred as if erasure was trying to reclaim it.

Arjun murmured, He's a god without an author—a divine orphan.

"Or a leftover miracle," I said softly.

✦

[ System Notice: Anomalous Entity Detected — 'Authorless Deity' ][ Condition: Unstable. Narrative Decay — 47% ]

The figure flinched. "Without a writer, I am… meaningless."

"No," I said, stepping closer. "You're self-sustaining. That's rarer than divine intervention."

"Without purpose, I am blasphemy."

"You're not blasphemy," I said quietly. "You're proof that stories can grow beyond their writers."

For a long moment, the light didn't move.Then it pulsed softly—like a heartbeat finally syncing with the world again.

✦

[ System Notice: Narrative Stability — 63% → 92% ][ Entity Status: Stabilized ]

The light brightened until the whole temple shimmered like dawn.Lines of text appeared across the marble walls, engraving themselves in silver:

"Faith remains, even when its source forgets itself."

I smiled faintly. "You just rewrote theology."

"You… rewrote me."

"I just helped you remember your own name."

✦

The god's shape steadied, no longer trembling—still transparent, but anchored.

"The others are watching," he whispered. "The ones who erased me."

"The First Authors?"

"Yes. They wrote endings, not beginnings. And they will not like what you are doing."

Arjun's ember pulsed nervously. He means they're watching you now.

"Good," I said, turning toward the light outside. "If they're watching, they can take notes."

✦

[ System Notice: Entity 'Authorless God' — Stabilized ][ New Thread Unlocked: Voice of Forgotten Creation ]

The temple hummed quietly behind me as I stepped outside, its glow soft and steady.For the first time in this realm, the wind carried something that felt alive again—faith without name, prayer without origin.

Arjun spoke after a moment. You just gave religion a sequel.

"Everyone deserves a rewrite," I said.

And then the bridge ahead began to glow again—pulling me toward the next world waiting to be mended.

✦

The light from the temple followed me as I walked.It didn't fade—it lingered, like it wasn't ready to let go.For a god that once had no voice, silence suddenly felt sacred.

Arjun floated beside me, unusually quiet.

"Go on," I said. "Say it."

You just rewrote a god's existence into stability. Again.

"I prefer to think of it as patch notes for eternity."

You're becoming a walking update log.

"Better than being discontinued."

✦

The horizon cracked again—just a hairline fracture this time.Through it, I glimpsed something vast moving in the mist: silhouettes of giant quills scraping across light.

[ System Notice: Background Activity Detected — "The First Authors" ][ Observation Level: Passive ][ Recommendation: Avoid Direct Interaction ]

Arjun's ember dimmed. They're watching. I can feel it.

"They always do," I said. "They love an audience more than a story."

You think they'll interfere?

"Not yet," I said. "Not while they're curious."

✦

The bridge formed again under my feet—new script glowing faintly, sharper than before.Every letter carried intent, almost personality.

[ System Notice: Multiversal Map Updated ][ New Realm Unlocked: Fragment 04C — The Silent Pantheon ]

"The Silent Pantheon," I murmured. "Guess the gods are getting sequels too."

Arjun sounded uncertain. You're not actually planning to visit all these, are you?

"That's literally my arc title, Arjun. Of course I am."

There's a difference between bravery and poor time management.

"Only in bad writing."

✦

Before I could step onto the bridge, a voice echoed from behind me—calm, clear, distant.The Authorless God stood at the temple entrance, light glowing faintly through his chest.

"Script Breaker."

"Yeah?"

"When they come for you… remember this."

He raised a hand, and letters appeared in the air between us—familiar shapes written in elegant, trembling gold:

"No one is ever truly unwritten. Not even them."

The letters dissolved before I could reply.

Arjun whispered, He's right, you know.

"Yeah," I said softly. "That's what scares me."

✦

The bridge extended ahead, stretching into another fragment of the sky.I could feel it even before stepping forward—this next world wasn't broken from conflict or decay.It was missing.

Like someone had taken an eraser to existence and forgotten to stop.

[ System Notice: Caution — Narrative Integrity 12% ][ Estimated Risk: Critical Dissolution Imminent ]

Arjun's ember flickered anxiously. That's lower than the Archive's threshold.

"Means the story's barely holding on."

Maybe let it go.

I looked at the empty horizon, where faint whispers of a world still tried to form."No," I said. "If it's still whispering, it still wants to be read."

✦

The bridge shook beneath me, reacting to the instability ahead.Every step closer made the world flicker—text dissolving into fog, sound turning into memory.

And then, faintly, under all the noise, a single voice whispered:

"I remember being written once."

Arjun's voice trembled. You heard that too?

"Yeah."

"But I don't remember why."

The sound wasn't near me.It was everywhere.The dying heartbeat of an erased story.

✦

[ System Notice: Origin Signature Detected — 'Forgotten Pantheon' ][ Entity Reconstruction — 3% ]

Something began forming in the distance—a figure made of paper-thin light, faceless but tall, flickering like the afterimage of memory.

The system's text glitched once—flicker-flicker—and then corrected itself instantly, cleaner than before.

[ System Notice: Display Stability 100% ][ Diagnostic Complete: Glitch Permanently Resolved ]

Arjun sighed in relief. Good. Maybe now the universe can stop gaslighting us with bad typography.

"Maybe," I said, staring at the flickering being ahead. "But I don't think the system's the only thing that's learning."

✦

The figure turned toward me, light peeling away like smoke.And for a brief moment, its voice echoed—not through sound, but through intent.

"You restore what was erased… but who restores you?"

The question hit harder than expected.Arjun said nothing.Neither did I.

✦

[ System Notice: Incoming Narrative Pressure Spike ][ Event Trigger: ??? ]

The world tilted sharply, colors draining, words unraveling.I drew the Inkblade, its golden-silver edge shimmering faintly.

"Looks like the next chapter's impatient."

Arjun's ember glowed beside me. And what's this one called?

I smiled faintly. "Something tells me we're about to find out."

✦

The bridge collapsed into light—and I fell forward, into the waiting silence of the next world.

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