King_asli

One glitch stole everything.
All that remained was vengeance… and something no longer human.

Raven was just a kid.
Too ordinary.
Happy. Naive.
And like all happiness in this tale, it was stolen.

His parents didn’t die.
They weren’t murdered.
They vanished, erases, swallowed by a glitch, a fracture in reality no one could explain.

Raven saw it happen.
With wide eyes and a soul slowly splintering.

No one answered.
No one came.
Not until three years later, when he awoke in a place that shouldn’t exist.

Level Space.
A dimensional labyrinth of anomalies and fear,
Where logic collapses,
And reality is nothing but screaming shards in the silence.

“You’re in Level Space. This is where all anomalies exist, even the ones that can’t be explained.”

No weapons.
No clues.
No reason to survive.
Still, Raven walked.

And there, he stopped being a victim.
He learned to speak to the dark.
He read things no mind should ever read.
He consumed madness, And made it his strength.

When he found a way out…
He was no longer Raven.

Not a survivor.
Not a hero.
But a destruction born of suffering and scars.

Now, he begins to break the world, with his own hands.

Chronicles of Codex records all that Raven has done.
But one day, the world will remember him, Not as the boy who was lost…
But as the shadow of ruin,
The will that sows fear and cruelty into the bones of existence.

Destruction Grows From Suffering

His body shattered, his vortex nearly collapsed, and his mind hung between existence and oblivion.

Around him, space continued to crumble—remnants of his battle with Scary Clown.

Above his broken form, the Clown stood, his smile thin, but… no longer wide.

His face was still. But not peaceful.

He stared off into an unknown distance.

And for the first time... he trembled.

Not a sound—but a vibration that made reality itself feel nauseous.

As if every structure in the Level Space, even the deepest layers of the Void, twisted their very essence in fear.

And beyond the fog… it appeared.

An entity that could not be explained.

Not a form. But a logical error permitted to live.

It did not walk. It did not float.

Its body shifted constantly—sometimes like a five-armed beast, sometimes like a living corpse, sometimes merely a black rift that devoured meaning.

And in its eyes… there was no light.

Only absolute stillness—like death itself, knowing that everything would one day return to it.

Scary Clown stared, his eyes wide.

Scary Clown leapt through time, shattered space, creating 11 copies of himself across 11 paths of reality.

But Leak Ragda… merely blinked his existence.

For the first time, Scary Clown did not laugh.

Not by jumping—but by erasing himself from the map of existence.

It simply stood beside Raven's dying body.

Then, it whispered in a language only the Void could understand:

"The last flicker... shall be cradled by the endless.

And from it... Oblivion descended.

In Leak Ragda's hand, Raven's body began to burn. But not with fire.

And in Raven's heart, an ancient symbol emerged—cracked, inverted, twisted, never to be spoken by mortal tongues.

The Mark of the Apostle of Oblivion.

Raven's dying body began to crystallize in layers of emptiness.

But each beat now carried the echo of the Void.

He no longer just possessed Vortex Circle 13.

He was now connected to the absolute roots of the Void.

In another dimension, Scary Clown was still running.

Leaping through cracks in time, dimensions, even attempting to hide in the Unwritten Layer of Codex.

To all who believe… that suffering would remain silent."

Leak Ragda stared at the spot where the Clown vanished.

Leaving pure emptiness as proof that everything had changed.

But in the midst of a boundless dark void.

Not entirely human. But not quite god.

And in the air… the voice of Oblivion echoed.

"Now, you do not need to remember. You only need to become."

You are the hand that will write the final page of everything."

And his gaze, for the first time…

Like someone who did not wish to be honored,

only wished to be forgotten… but it was already too late.