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Synopsis:

In a universe where magic is outlawed and hunted to extinction, Steven Lethal is just a university dropout with a broken past… until he awakens a forbidden power that shouldn’t exist.

Marked by a mysterious Codex and stalked by interdimensional horrors, Steven becomes the last hope of a crumbling reality. As enemies from forgotten realms awaken and the truth behind the cosmic balance begins to fracture, Steven must master the very magic he was taught to fear.

But with each spell cast, the line between hero and destroyer begins to blur.

The fate of all worlds rests in the hands of a man destined to rewrite the laws of existence—or burn them to ash.

Unlock the secrets. Unleash the spellcaster. The Lethal Chronicles begin now.

Spell caster: the lethal chronicles

The dust of the Fractureborn had barely settled when the air split with a deep hum—an ancient vibration that resonated through every bone in Steven's body.

A gateway opened above the shattered arena. But this was no portal of magic or dimensional warping. It was a summons—a call woven into the very essence of time. From the rift stepped a being of sheer presence, cloaked in robes that shimmered with the colors of every epoch.

Steven stood slowly, eyes narrowing. "You…"

The figure nodded solemnly. "You have called upon unity. You have severed the Fractureborn. You have rewritten what should never be rewritten."

Azariel whispered in awe, "That's… the Timekeeper."

The Timekeeper hovered down, his feet never touching the ground, his voice layered with echoes of every past and future conversation. "Starcaster, Steven Lethal—step forward."

Steven's grip on the Codex tightened, but he obeyed. "If this is about judgment, then speak it."

The Timekeeper's gaze was unfathomable. "You have broken laws older than stars. Twisted fate, altered deaths, fractured the very skeleton of causality. You defied the Weaver. You destroyed the Regressors. And yet…"

"…you preserved the heart of time."

Steven didn't speak. He simply waited.

The Timekeeper lifted one hand, and with it, a crystalline hourglass materialized, containing a single golden grain suspended between the upper and lower chambers.

"This is your soul's timeline," the Timekeeper said. "It stands on the edge of oblivion. One misstep, and all your efforts—all your lives—will collapse into unrecoverable paradox."

Azariel growled. "Then why show it? He did what he had to."

The Timekeeper turned his gaze to Azariel. "Because every action taken outside the natural order must face balance."

He turned back to Steven. "You must make a choice."

A second hourglass appeared—shimmering, unstable, filled with countless grains of time.

"Choice one: Sacrifice the Codex. Remove it from existence. Restore the natural timeline. But you will lose all knowledge, all power—and cease to exist as the Starcaster."

Steven swallowed. "And the other?"

"Keep the Codex. Remain as you are. But the instability of paradox will continue to haunt every step forward. You will always be hunted by the mistakes of your rewritten past."

Steven looked at the Codex… then at Azariel… then at the hourglasses.

He asked quietly, "Is there… a third choice?"

The Timekeeper's eyes gleamed. "There is always a third choice—but it must be forged, not given."

Steven smiled slightly. "Then I'll forge it. I'll carve a future where balance and power can coexist. Where memory isn't a weapon, but a lesson."

The Timekeeper studied him. And for the first time in eons… he nodded.

"Then you must pass the Final Trial."

The world around them shattered like glass.

And Steven found himself alone, back on Earth, standing in front of a house.

And from within stepped his mother.

And behind her… his past self—young, scared, powerless.

The Timekeeper's voice echoed from everywhere.

"Save him… or save yourself. You can only choose one."

Chapter 60: The Timekeeper's Judgement