The Riftborn Who Defied a God

A Rewrite That Should Have Been Absolute

The void trembled.

Ethan Cross stood at the center of existence itself, golden flames flickering wildly as reality collapsed around him. The Creator's hand had touched him—not to erase, not to destroy, but to rewrite.

To replace him.

And for the first time in eternity—something had touched Ethan.

Not an attack.

Not a wound.

But an edit.

The Creator was rewriting Ethan's very concept.

The laws of existence twisted. Everything Ethan was, everything he had done, was being reformatted.

The Riftborn War? Gone.

His ascension? Gone.

His team? Gone.

And worst of all—

His own identity was vanishing.

Ethan felt it. His golden flames dimmed, his body flickering between states. His own name barely held meaning in this collapsing version of reality.

The Creator's golden gaze watched him without hatred, without cruelty.