The Day the Sky Forgot the Stars

The world had once known order.

Celestial balance. Laws unbroken. A rhythm that all mortals, immortals, and even gods obeyed. The stars above sang with divine harmony, guiding fate with gentle persistence.

But now?

The sky was silent.

Not empty.

Just… forgotten.

Because the one who controlled the stars no longer acknowledged them.

And he now stood at the edge of the realm—Priyanshu Yadav, the Hidden Villain, wielding the sword without a name, challenging not destiny… but memory itself.

The final three Executioners—Hexelon the Mind Devourer, Rheia the Flame of Purity, and the re-summoned Vastrol—stood atop the divine citadel, desperate and frantic.

Each step Priyanshu took caused their power to dim.

Each breath he exhaled made the stars above flicker in fear.

Yue Ling, now dressed in jet-black armor etched with demonic runes and heavenly inscriptions, walked beside him. Elira, cloaked in the Shadowmoon veil, followed with her crossbow crackling with void-fire. Han Xie, Ashen Crow, and Qilin fanned out around them like shadows of death.

They were no longer an army.

They were a pantheon.

Of villains.

Of rebels.

Of forgotten truths.

Rheia pointed her staff at Priyanshu. "You have dismantled fate. Unwritten names. Broken skies. But without the stars, there is no future."

Priyanshu stopped.

He looked up.

Then smiled.

"There is no future," he said. "Only my story now."

[SYSTEM WARNING: Core Narrative Detected – Reality Structure Unstable]Title Achieved: [He Who Forgets the Stars]Trait Gained: [Narrative Override] – You are now the main thread of this world's story. All other protagonists will degrade into background roles.

The stars twitched.

Billions of destinies spiraled and died.

Across the heavens, the so-called "Chosen Ones," "Heavenly Sons," and "Main Characters" fell to their knees, coughing blood, their cultivation halting, their systems silenced.

One youth in the Northern Continent cried, "My golden finger! It's… it's gone!"

Another, deep in the Dao Beast Mountains, collapsed. "Why… why am I not the center anymore…?!"

And across the Mortal Heavens, a single phrase echoed—

"You are now a side character."

Rheia screamed and charged, flames of purity erupting, trying to burn away this paradox.

But Yue Ling was already there.

[Technique: Forbidden Heavenstrike – Demon's Baptism]

Rheia's flames twisted midair and turned on her.

She was consumed not by fire, but by her own righteousness.

Hexelon panicked, summoning a sea of illusions—alternate timelines, twisted pasts, false memories.

But Elira pulled the trigger.

[Crossbow of Null – Bolt: Forgotten Dream]

The bolt pierced through every illusion.

Straight into Hexelon's heart.

"I remember who I am," Elira whispered. "You don't get to write me out anymore."

Only Vastrol remained.

And he laughed, wild and broken. "You think you're the villain? You're worse. You're the editor of existence."

Priyanshu walked toward him slowly. "Not editor. I don't edit others' stories."

He raised the sword.

"I just write my own."

Vastrol didn't even scream as the nameless sword fell. The sky cracked open. Stars blinked—and stayed closed.

SYSTEM ALERT: Star Law – TERMINATEDWorld Narrative Center – Reassigned to [Priyanshu Yadav]Cosmic Attention Level: MAXIMUM

Warning: Outer Dimensional Eyes have opened.

Far beyond this world…

Beyond the Divine Realms…

Beyond the System itself…

Something stirred.

Eyes ancient and unblinking.

They looked down, not at a world.

But at him.

The boy who should never have been.

Ashen Crow coughed. "You've gone too far, kid."

Priyanshu didn't look back. "Not far enough."

Yue Ling touched his shoulder. "What now?"

He looked into the broken sky—void where stars once shone.

Now, only his reflection remained.

"We're going to the root," he said.

"To where it all began."

"To where gods are born."