chapter 63: the birth of new fates

The Unwritten Realm trembled. The moment Shen Tian extended his will, the void reacted—not with resistance, but with eagerness.

For eons, this place had been a graveyard of abandoned stories, where forgotten characters drifted aimlessly. But now, for the first time, a force beyond the cycle of creation and destruction had intervened.

The Forgotten stood motionless, as if trying to comprehend the weight of Shen Tian's words.

"A chance… to write ourselves?" one of them whispered.

"How?" another asked, their voice laced with both fear and anticipation.

Shen Tian smirked. "Simple."

With a flick of his fingers, golden threads of pure narrative essence burst from his palm, intertwining with the very fabric of the realm. The power he wielded wasn't divine, wasn't cosmic—it was something even beyond existence itself.

It was the authority to shape reality without limit.

The Law of Self-Writing

In an instant, the Forgotten felt something change. No longer were they bound by the shackles of incompleteness. Their faded, unfinished bodies gained clarity. Their vague thoughts solidified into ambitions.

They had been given autonomy—the ability to carve their own fates.

One of them, a warrior clad in half-formed armor, clenched his fist. His once-blank face twisted into an expression of resolve. "I… I am Kieran, the Eternal Blade!" His words were no longer echoes of a forgotten past but declarations of existence.

Another, a woman whose form had once flickered like an unfinished painting, let out a breath. "I was supposed to be a goddess of the stars… but now, I am." As she spoke, constellations blazed to life within her eyes.

One by one, the Forgotten became real.

And Shen Tian stood in the center of it all, watching with a knowing smile.

"Good. Now, let's see what you do with this freedom."

A New Power Awakens

As the Forgotten reclaimed their identities, a strange force stirred within the Unwritten Realm.

A ripple.

A shift.

Something had been disturbed—something ancient.

From the depths of the realm, an unseen will stirred. It was vast, incomprehensible, and aware.

"Who… dares… to rewrite what was left undone?"

A presence unlike any other loomed over Shen Tian. It wasn't hostile, yet it radiated an authority that even the strongest beings in existence would tremble before.

Shen Tian turned towards the void, eyes gleaming with interest. "And who might you be?"

Silence.

Then, a figure began to take shape.

The Guardian of the Unwritten

A colossal entity emerged from the shifting void, neither man nor beast. It was composed of countless incomplete words, shifting texts, and fragmented stories—its body woven from the very essence of unfinished existence.

"I am Archivus, the Keeper of the Unwritten."

Shen Tian chuckled. "And what? You're here to stop me?"

Archivus regarded him with its ever-changing gaze. "No… I am here to understand you."

The Forgotten gasped. They had never seen this entity before, yet instinctively, they knew—it was the silent overseer of this place, the one who had watched over their slumber for eternity.

Shen Tian crossed his arms. "Then go ahead. Try to understand me."

Archivus remained silent for a moment. Then, its voice resonated with curiosity.

"You… are unlike any who have come before."

It loomed closer, the shifting words of its body distorting.

"Creation, destruction, transcendence—you are none of these, yet all of them."

Shen Tian smirked. "I get that a lot."

Archivus let out a deep hum. "Very well. Then let me pose a question, O Wanderer of Realities."

Its countless fragmented voices spoke in unison.

"What is your purpose?"

A Question Without an Answer

Shen Tian paused.

His purpose?

He had transcended countless realms, surpassed the limits of existence itself, and now stood in a place where nothing was written.

What was his purpose?

For the first time in a long while, he found himself… thinking.

A slow grin formed on his lips. "I don't know yet."

Archivus did not react negatively. Instead, it seemed intrigued.

"An answer not yet written… fascinating."

It loomed even closer, its immense form crackling with untold knowledge.

"Then, let us see where your path leads."

And with those words, something shifted in reality itself.

The Unwritten Realm, once an endless limbo, began to change.

New roads formed. Forgotten stars ignited. Boundless possibilities stretched before Shen Tian, more infinite than ever before.

His journey was no longer about simply transcending.

It was about creating the path that had never been walked before.

And so, he took his next step forward—into the unknown.

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End of Chapter 63