Chapter 13: The Journal That Bled, the Eye That Twitched, and the Gods Who Screwed Up

(Alt title: "Five Gems Down, and Now Even Reality Needs Therapy")

You know that feeling when your chest glows, your soul skips a beat, and ancient stone walls start glitching like a possessed Minecraft server?

Yeah. That.

I'd just absorbed the fifth Gem — crimson, ancient, slightly smug — and the moment it vanished into my chest, the Eye lit up like a dying star on Adderall.

I sat down.

Not gracefully.

More like a human Wi-Fi signal collapsing under too much cosmic pressure.

The Journal — the one Jesus gave me like it was a family heirloom from a cursed grandpa — pulsed in my hand.

Warm.Alive.Judgy.

I opened it.

And instead of something helpful like a survival guide or a flowchart…

It bled.

Ink — or blood, or truth — oozed between letters like the book itself was having a breakdown.

Then, it formed one clear line:

**"If you are reading this…then five fragments have fused with the Eye.

And the seal…is officially breaking."**

Perfect.Exactly what I needed.A cosmic oopsie I apparently triggered by touching shiny things.

I flipped the page.

New symbols.Not English.Not any language I knew.

But the Eye…Translated it in real time.It was like having a universal Rosetta Stone jammed into my sternum.

The first entry had a name:

"✦ The Day Senku Was Betrayed ✦"

Yeah.That got my attention.

*"Senku was not a demon.Not at first.

He was a Seer. A Maker. A Scientist so precise the gods called him dangerous —not because he destroyed,but because he understood.

His knowledge could alter time.Bend energy.Undo fate itself.

And for that...

They turned him to stone."*

Wait—WHAT?

*"The seal was crafted with 23 Diamonds.Each one tied to a law of creation he broke.

And a single Ruby, carved from his own Heart.

The Diamonds paralyzed his body.

The Ruby —locked away the part of him they feared most:

his reason."*

I just stared at the page, shaking.

And the Journal?

It kept going.

*"If the one named Renji reads this…know this:

You are not the hero.

You are the result.

Proof that the seal is failing.

And that the Eye... has chosen again."*

Then everything around me broke.

The walls cracked.The ceiling shuddered like a hangover echoing through time.

The Eye in my chest began spinning.Not figuratively.Literally.

It was like having a cosmic washing machine embedded in my ribcage.

And then—

Reality.Glitched.

The world flickered.Pixelated.Tore open.

Not like a door.Not a portal.

It was a rip — like someone punched a hole through dimensions with a crowbar made of regret.

I didn't jump.

It sucked me in.

Darkness.Sand.Chanting.

I landed flat on ancient stone.

Everything hurt.

Ahead of me:A towering mechanical obelisk, covered in moving symbols.

All around:A cult.Masks.Robes.Chanting in unison.

Every head turned.

Every eye locked on me.

The Eye in my chest flared like a flare gun at a funeral.

Great.

Another welcoming committee.