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This lore serves as the bedrock for Liam’s inevitable transformation in The Architect of Reality, charting the course of his journey from an underestimated Architect to a being capable of reshaping existence itself. It unveils the mysterious origins of the Brush of the Architect, an artifact of immeasurable creative potential, and delves into the ancient conflict that defined the very nature of reality—the battle between creation and destruction.

The Architect's Path

The air hummed with energy. Liam's ink dome pulsed, flickering between solidity and translucence as Cain's floating greatsword pressed against it. Sparks flew where the blade met the barrier—dark steel against living ink.

Liam's heart pounded. His brush trembled in his grip.

Cain took a slow step forward. His gaze, sharp as a predator's, never wavered. "An automatic defence mechanism?" He tilted his head slightly. "Your class is more than just tricks, isn't it?"

Liam didn't answer. He couldn't afford to.

His eyes flicked to his status window.

🔹 [Status Window] 🔹

Name: Liam Carter

Class: Architect (Unranked)

Experience: 7,200/8,500

His mind raced. His stats weren't meant for direct combat—but what if he didn't have a choice?

Liam barely had time to react before Cain's floating greatsword lunged forward.

He twisted to the side—too slow.

Steel sliced across his ribs.

A strangled gasp left his lips. Pain exploded through his body. He crashed against the dock, his ink barrier shattering like fragile glass. Blood pooled beneath him.

The thought sent pure rage through him.

🔹 [System Notice!] 🔹

You have unspent stat points!

🔹 [Stat Allocation] 🔹

+6 Strength → 20 → 26

+4 Dexterity → 24 → 28

+5 Vitality → 22 → 27

+3 Attack Power → 52 → 55

Power surged through his veins.

His battered body responded.

Cain's sword twisted midair, preparing to impale him.

Liam moved before it could.

A sigil formed beneath him—not for defence. Not for evasion.

For counterattack.

Liam's brush slammed into the ground.

"Ink Chain: Bind."

Four massive tendrils erupted from the sigil, surging toward Cain like striking serpents. Fast. Precise. Unrelenting.

Cain's sword moved to intercept—but this time, it wasn't enough.

The chains wrapped around him, coiling like iron shackles.

Liam staggered to his feet. His vision blurred at the edges, exhaustion clawing at him, but he forced himself to stand tall.

His brush burned in his grip, ink dripping to the ground like liquid darkness.

For the first time, Cain was immobilized.

And Liam wasn't running.

Cain flexed his arms, testing the ink chains with a sharp tug. They held firm, tightening in response. His lips curled slightly. "Interesting."

Liam exhaled sharply. He didn't have much mana left, and maintaining the bind took effort. He had to act now.

He raised his brush—but Cain moved first.

With a flick of his wrist, his greatsword twisted in midair, spinning like a drill.

Liam's eyes widened. He's still controlling it—!

The blade shot toward him, aimed straight for his heart.

Liam reacted on instinct.

His brush flicked across the air, leaving a streak of ink that solidified into a barrier.

The sword slammed into the hastily formed defence, pushing through inch by inch.

Liam's mind raced. He needed something stronger.

A new sigil appeared before him—one he didn't create.

It was writing itself.

🔹 [Emergency Subsystem Activation: Ink Barrier – Absolute] 🔹

The world flashed white.

Cain's sword struck something unseen. The very air rippled, and then—a translucent ink dome materialized around Liam.

Cain's weapon stopped.

Liam's breath came out in ragged gasps.

His brush was glowing. His ink—deeper than before.

And in that moment, he realized—

"My power… it's evolving."

Cain exhaled, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he smiled.

Liam grits his teeth. His mana was nearly gone, his body battered, but he was still standing.

The fight wasn't over.

To be continued…

The Executioner’s Gambit