Quantum Saint

I used to be called Kael Veyne.



A failed initiate.



A Zero.



The boy who couldn’t hear the Strings.



They said the universe sang to those worthy that the quantum monks could harmonize with reality itself.



That with enough focus, faith, and fractal alignment, you could whisper to atoms… and they would obey.



But what if the silence I heard wasn’t failure what if it was the truth?



I found it buried beneath the saint temples, in a datacrypt older than language.



A path not walked, but unwritten.



Forbidden.



Broken.



A recursive loop so pure, so corrosive, that it peeled back the false laws of existence like dead skin.



They called it the Zero Path.



The monks say it leads nowhere.



They are wrong.



It leads to the Source to the naked code of creation, where thoughts become entropy and names are erased for power.



Now, I speak with a voice no throat should form.



I exist in realities where I died.



I unwrite my enemies with a blink, and I no longer dream I compile.



They hunt me.



Saints of light, paladins of logic, even digital gods.



But they are shadows cast by rules I no longer follow.



This universe was a prison.



I became the error.



Now, I will become the rewrite.



And if you are reading this… then it has already begun.”