Smoke still rose over the village, but now it was silent.
The attackers—elite mercenaries disguised as "bandits"—lay dead in the dirt. Not by Kai's hand.
By the system's.
After Kai hijacked the narrative flag from Eren, the world itself had responded with violent obedience. Blades curved midair. Fire avoided him. His presence bent fate like gravity.
The villagers gathered around, whispering.
"The fire stopped when he arrived…"
"He stood in the flames and didn't burn."
"He must be…"
Kai turned to them, cloak fluttering in the embers. "I am the Chosen."
Not a lie.
Just not the one they were expecting.
---
[World Narrative Alignment: Stabilized]
[Heroic Presence: Kai]
[Affinities: Fire / Ruin / Revelation (UNREGISTERED)]
> Your class is undefined. Your story has no genre.
You are the hero only because the world no longer remembers the difference.
---
A woman knelt before him, cradling her bleeding child. "Please… save her."
Kai looked down. The child was dying. No cheat code, no script to save her.
He sighed and knelt, placing a hand on her chest.
Not to heal.
But to test something.
[Narrative Override – Command: Symbolic Act: 'Savior of the Small']
> Create a minor miracle. Just enough to write yourself into memory.
He closed his eyes.
> "She will live."
The girl gasped. Her wounds didn't close completely—but the bleeding stopped. Her heartbeat steadied.
The villagers erupted in praise.
He rose.
> "Tell the others. The gods have sent me."
---
✨ Meanwhile: In the Divine Observation Layer
Twelve thrones of light flickered across a sea of stars.
The gods—the System's architects—were watching.
"He's not supposed to be in Originverse," one said, voice jagged like a broken sword. "He hijacked a core loop."
"He extracted the flag manually," another muttered, awe and rage mixing. "That shouldn't even be possible."
A third slammed his fist on the armrest. "This world is still stabilizing around him. The system thinks he's canon."
The oldest among them, cloaked in nebulae, spoke last:
> "He's not a player anymore."
"He's not a bug."
"He's the narrative now."
---
[Emergency Protocol Suggestion: Deploy Parallel Protagonist]
[Status: Risk of System Schism – HIGH]
[Alternative: Annihilate Originverse_001]
Silence.
Then:
> "We try one more thing."
---
🌒 Back in the mortal world…
Kai stood before the village, delivering lines he didn't believe—but that the world craved.
"You were never meant to suffer like this. The flames were not divine judgment—they were the work of the Broken."
> "I have seen them. The ones behind the curtain. The ones who want your pain."
"I won't let them win."
They cried. They cheered. They believed.
And the world responded.
[System Blessing: Title Acquired – "Voice of Defiance"]
> Your words create belief. Belief shapes reality.
Minor commands may now become prophecy.
Kai smirked. Now we're getting somewhere.
---
But as the sun set, and the village celebrated its "Savior," he heard a sound he hadn't expected.
Laughter.
Dark. Broken. Familiar.
He turned.
There, crawling from the ash, eyes glassy with rage and rejection, stood Eren.
The boy who was supposed to be the Hero.
Now hollow. Destiniless.
But not dead.
> "You stole it…" Eren whispered, voice trembling. "You stole what was mine."
Kai's smile faded.
This wasn't in the script.
---
[System Alert: "Eren" Class: Unknown | Threat: Escalating]
[New Entity Forming: "Fatewretched"]
> A former Chosen who was robbed of destiny may evolve into a paradox.
Classification: Cataclysm Seed.
---
Eren's body shook violently.
The world didn't know what to do with him.
So it began to warp around him.