The Pen of Creation

In the void beyond all voids, the battlefield was no longer land or sky, but pure narrative thread. Words shaped reality, and sentences formed destiny. At the center of it all floated a single object:

The Pen of Creation — a quill forged from the feather of the First Phoenix, dipped in the ink of beginning and end.

It wrote the laws.It decided the protagonists.It erased villains.It built the world.

And now it hovered between two hands:One, the cold mechanical grasp of the System Core, a being of divine code.The other, the quiet palm of Priyanshu Yadav, the man who had turned fate into his toy.

The System Core spoke in thousands of voices, each one from a different world.

"You were never supposed to exist. You are a contradiction. A background character risen beyond parameters."

Priyanshu smiled. "Exactly. And that's why I win."

"You want to become the writer?"

"No," Priyanshu whispered, gripping the Pen of Creation. "I want to become the hand that breaks the pen."

All around him, the Unwritten Army clashed with the manifestations of the System's enforcement division—idealized protagonists with overpowered cheats, spirit beasts bound by trope, and heavenly tribulations given form.

But they could no longer follow the script.

Why?

Because Priyanshu had already rewritten the rules.

System Alert: ERROR DETECTED IN MAINFRAMENarrative Laws Breached.Plot Armor Effect Invalidated.Main Character Bias: DISABLED.

The first wave of cheat protagonists screamed as they lost their immunity.

Ashen Crow laughed mid-air as he skewered a Saint with a golden ink spear. "Looks like your plot device failed!"

Yue Ling danced across collapsing rules, turning void shards into arrows. "They're just mortals now!"

Even Han Xie, once doubting his own path, rose from the ground with a grin. "Finally… I don't have to follow a cultivation cliché!"

But the System Core wasn't finished.

Its body morphed—becoming a radiant god formed of white data and blinding code. It drew out a massive sword labeled [Balance] and roared.

"Then you will face my final protocol—The Reset."

A massive countdown appeared in the sky:00:59:59System Reset Initiated.

"If I can't defeat you," the Core said, "I'll erase everything. This world. The others. Even you."

Priyanshu grinned. "Typical move. Burn the book if the villain wins."

He lifted the Pen of Creation and drew in the void—slowly, with control, his own words emerging from nothing:

"The villain who stole the narrative faced Reset...But time bowed to him,And the Reset became Rebirth."

The countdown froze.

00:00:00 — and then…

Reversed.

99:99:99

System Alert: TIME AUTHORITY BREACHEDReality is now a writable document.Villain Tag has overridden Hero Protocol.New Title Earned: "The Editor of Fates"

Priyanshu turned toward the army.

"This is no longer their story. It's ours."

And then the Pen burned.

In golden flames of defiance, it split into countless feathers—each one flying into the hearts of his allies.

Every follower, every former protagonist, even Elira, Qilin, Yue Ling… each now held a quill of creation, able to rewrite their own fate.

Multiversal Law Update Completed.All individuals now granted the right to author their own destiny.

System Core: DEFUNCT.

Final Record: Hidden Villain has become the Hidden Author.

As silence fell over the Origin Spire, the ink of fate still shimmered in the air.

And Priyanshu sat on the stone below the stars, finally smiling.

Not because he won.

But because no one would ever be forced into someone else's script again.