The Story That Shouldn’t Exist
The First Word
Kalen gripped the pen.
The moment he touched it, the world trembled.
Not just the world he knew.
Every world.
The system.
The past.
The future.
The very fabric of reality.
And the beings around him—
The Authors—
Watched.
> "Write."
Their voices were like echoes of a forgotten universe.
> "Create."
Their eyes—if they even had them—were fixed on him.
Waiting.
Judging.
Would he fail?
Would he become one of them?
Or would he do what no one else had ever done?
Kalen didn't hesitate.
He pressed the pen to the blank page.
And he wrote one word.
A word that had never been written before.
A word that should not exist.
And the universe broke.
The Collapse of Everything
The room shattered like glass.
The table split apart.
The Authors—the eternal ones, the controllers of fate—screamed.
For the first time.
Because for the first time—
They felt fear.
> "Impossible."
"This cannot happen."
"STOP HIM!"
But it was too late.
The word he wrote was not just ink.
It was truth.
It was power.
And it was alive.
The Word That Changed Reality
The moment the word appeared, the universe rewrote itself.
> Everything that was written before… was erased.
Laws no longer applied.
Rules no longer existed.
The System—gone.
The Gods—forgotten.
The Script—destroyed.
And Kalen?
He stood in the void of creation.
A place before time.
Before existence.
Before even the Authors.
And he knew.
He was no longer a character.
He was no longer a pawn.
He was now a Creator.
The War of Reality
The Authors lunged toward him.
> "You are a mistake!"
"You should not exist!"
"Erase yourself before it's too late!"
But Kalen smiled.
> "No."
He raised the pen.
And with one stroke—
He rewrote them.
Their existence.
Their memories.
Their power.
Gone.
The table vanished.
The void expanded.
And for the first time in eternity—
Kalen was alone.
The last being in existence.
The first being in creation.
The only being.
The Birth of a New World
He looked at the blank page before him.
It stretched endlessly.
A pure, untouched universe.
Waiting to be shaped.
Waiting to be written.
And then—
He began.
With one sentence.
> "Once upon a time, in a world yet to exist…"
And in that moment—
A new story was born.
Not controlled.
Not bound by fate.
Not written by anyone but himself.
And this time—
It would be his story.
End of Chapter 28