LayzalAlaric

The Multiverse is a boundless tapestry of stories, each reality shaped by unseen hands—those of the Authors. At the heart of all existence lies the Grand Archive, a sanctuary where the most powerful wielders of the Pen of Eternity write and rewrite reality itself. But where there is creation, there is also destruction.

From the shadows emerge the Erasers, entities dedicated to the systematic unmaking of existence. They seek to erase flawed worlds, tearing apart reality to reshape the Multiverse as they see fit. Standing between them and annihilation is a war fought not with weapons, but with words—where sentences shape destinies, and paragraphs decide the fate of worlds.

Orion Vale was just another dreamer, a writer lost in his own imagination, until the day he uncovered the Pen of Eternity within the forbidden depths of the Grand Archive. Chosen—or perhaps cursed—by fate, Orion must navigate the perilous world of Authors, learning to wield his newfound power before his story is cut short.

Guided by the enigmatic elder Authors, Orion embarks on a journey of creation and conflict, mastering the craft of narrative warfare to create his own story. Along the way, he faces foes capable of rewriting reality itself, including the malevolent Editor, a force beyond even the Erasers, seeking to decide which stories deserve to exist.

From the Abyss of Forgotten Tales, where lost stories linger in darkness, to the Assembly of Authors, where legends decide the fate of the Prime Narrative, Orion must fight for his right to tell his own story. But as he grows stronger, he begins to unravel a truth greater than he ever imagined—one that could change the very foundation of the Multiverse itself.

With creation and destruction locked in eternal conflict, Orion’s choices will decide the fate of all existence. Will he rise as a Guardian of Creation, preserving the delicate balance of stories, or will he embrace the path of the Unwritten, daring to challenge the laws of the Multiverse itself?

In a world where ink holds power and every word shapes reality, Orion’s journey is only beginning.

Ancient Legends: I Got tired of Waiting, so I Wrote my Own Reality is a tale of limitless imagination, reality-bending battles, and the eternal struggle between authorship and erasure. For in the end, only one truth remains:

A story is only as powerful as the one who writes it

I Got Tired of Waiting, So I Wrote My Own Reality (On Hold)

For years, decades—perhaps eons—I waited.

For the gods to reveal my purpose.

For the universe to acknowledge my existence.

But the universe was silent. Fate had no interest in me. The gods? If they existed, they certainly didn't care.

If no grand destiny would come for me, I would write my own.

It started as a whisper in my mind, an impossible idea. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized—what is reality but a story yet to be written? Every moment, every action, every consequence follows a pattern, a script dictated by forces unseen. But what if… what if I held the pen?

Not an ordinary writing tool, but something more. An object beyond mortal comprehension. It shimmered, shifting between states—solid and fluid, tangible and intangible. With a mere thought, words flowed from its tip into the fabric of existence, carving reality itself.

1. Every universe operates under a fundamental Narrative.

2. A will to write, create, but also destroy.

3. I must be careful. The Multiverse is alive, and it does not appreciate reckless authors.

I tested it first, writing something small. Let there be light. A star ignited in the void before me. A new universe, born from my will.

Then, I grew bolder. Let there be life. And creatures, strange and wonderful, stirred within the cosmos.

But power is intoxicating. The more I wrote, the more I realized—there were others.

Other Writers. Other Architects of Reality. Some benevolent, some malevolent, and some who had long since lost their sanity.

I had not just gained power. I had entered an eternal war of authors, a battle of realities where only the most skilled could carve their mark upon existence.

And this is where my story begins.

Prologue: The Pen That Commands Creation and Destruction