Chapter 147.5

Arc 14.5 - God of Stories - Part 5

Croatia:

“!!”

A tall and muscular man with dark blue eyes and black hair clenched his shaking hand.

He had sensed a terribly energy in this world but could not react.

"What..."

However, when he sensed someone in danger, he gritted his teeth.

“DAMN IT!”

The man, who was supposed to be a normal human, growled angrily.

His body twirled as it phased out of this space and into another.

He had locked onto a certain energy and moved as fast as he could.

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Inside Nazar’s room, he appeared.

His eyes locked onto the beautiful woman.

Without paying attention to X or Nazar, he moved as fast as he could and picked her up in his arms.

Space twirled around him, sucking them both in and leaving this country.

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Back in Croatia, Laura's eyes widened in surprise, with a mix of happiness.

"Marco…?" Laura, who could not believe what she was seeing, asked.

"Yes, sister," the tall man replied with a faint smile.

"But… But how?"

"I… I am a Destroyer, someone who exists outside of time. I survived the white light, but my memories did not until recently."

Laura, with many emotions running through her, was not sure how to react.

She knew about his status as the Destroyer, but she thought he had lost his power in the old world. It seems she was wrong.

She was not sure whether to be happy or sad that her brother had survived and retained his power.

In the first world, Marco had a wife and child, what if they had died? How is he coping with the fact his family is dead?

"I sensed something was wrong with you, so I came rushing in."

Marco's face twisted in anger.

"To think that terrible man…"

Laura knew whom he was talking about, so a look, mixed of fear and disgust danced on her face.

He looked his sister in the eyes with a concerned look on his face.

"What did he do to you?"

"..."

Laura looked down as her eyes teared up a little.

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Plymouth:

Nazar was being held back by the dark air surrounding him.

It was holding Nazar's head back, forcing him to stare at where Laura was earlier.

However, when X sensed that she would be leaving, he blinded Nazar to make him worry.

X saw Marco moving out Laura from this room, but he did not care.

His plan was active, and she was not needed.

In fact, she has not been needed for a long time.

X placed his hand on Nazar's forehead.

"Reach that place, God. Become omnipotent once more."

Nazar's body listened.

His lifeless body listened.

A white glow appeared all around him.

"Mwahah! This is it! This is it, God! Let's push this a little more."

The plan he has been working on for billions of years, and at long last, it was working.

He made God, who is above stories, kneel before the Narrative he made. He will use the Narrative to force him into a greater position again.

"I can finally die…!!"

There was no celebration.

There was no winner.

///Narrative detected. ///

From Nazar's behind, an energy version of him slowly ascended.

He spoke in a mechanical voice, as if it was a robot.

"Wha?!?"

X jumped back a little.

His heart was beating loudly.

Fear? Me? Bah! Ridiculous!

///Activating...///

The world turned into a piece of paper.

No, the whole of creation became a white paper.

There was no darkness or light, but X could not tell that. All he could see was a stream of nothingness painted white.

"!!"

On top of this white paper, this Nazar of energy who was floating behind the other almost unconscious Nazar, and X sat down.

I did not… Is he controlling me?

///God of Stories. ///

As if a pen was drawing, the white paper made a universe in it.

///I hold the creation inside this paper. I am the God of Stories, the hidden personality. ///

"Hidden…? That's-- No, no, no, no! I know him better than anyone. I understand him better than anyone. He does not have a hidden personality. You are lying!"

X stood up with great hostility.

However, the ink on the paper moved, restraining him.

He was sitting once again, trapped to the white paper.

"I am above stories, just like him! I cannot be controlled, so how?"

///You will never understand. ///

Hearing the mechanical voice's response, X bit his lips angrily.

How dare this... thing look down on him?

He might not be omnipotent, but he was not weak, yet this blob of energy is looking down on him.

Unforgiveable!

///You are an inferior being to me, you cannot hope to achieve what you have set out. He will not reach that place. You are to… Hm, let me rephrase. ///

The pen moved.

The ink moved.

A smiley face was drawn on this white paper.

///He is sorry. ///

"..."

X could not believe what he had just heard.

It did not make sense.

Why would he be sorry?

Why would he do this then just apologise?

Does he think everything will be solved with an apology?

///Your thoughts, I understand. But whatever the case, I cannot let you continue with this plan. You hurt him. You hurt her. But he asked me to let you go this once. For God is benevolent and he forgives. ///

X's face twisted in anger.

All his hard work had gone down the drain, but that's not what angered him.

He was sorry.

"HE DOESN'T GET TO APOLOGIZE! THIS IS NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN FIX WITH AN APOLOGY. HE RUINED MY LIFE YET HE THINK HE CAN FIX IT? WITH JUST AN APOLOGY?!" X screamed on top of his lungs.

///I understand. I will let you carry out your plan differently, but if you do use Narrative again, it will fail immediately. And there will be consequences next time. ///

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///Even if I had not come out, your plan would have failed. You can turn the universe into a story, you can turn everyone into a story and their history, but not him. Your plan would have failed immediately. ///

X let his shoulders drop down.

This being of energy was right.

He thought he succeeded because he applied narrative to his world, but he is different.

So, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But..."

X smiled thinly as his red eye flared brightly.

He spoke a few works to this mechanical voice.

This new personality took a moment to think.

"You know, I am right. Let me do this."

///Very well, then. ///

The new personality lit up brightly.

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I see story.

I see characters.

This is a fake world.

A fake space made by him.

The world will return to normal.

///Now...///

I see the strings of creation.

I stroll my fingers across it very slowly, creating a perfect melody of destruction.

As my body become pure white with energy, I utter one word that shakes the omniverse.

My voice echoes throughout the worlds.

My voice carries destruction and creation.

My voice will remove what should not be.

My voice will remove the memories of those experienced something terrible at the hands of Narrative.

///Un-write.///

And so…

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The Narrative reverses.