Chapter Zero’s Return

In the fracture between time and reality, where rejected plotlines floated like ghosts, a throne of broken scripts hovered in the void.

Upon that throne sat Chapter Zero — a figure neither born nor written.

He was the first protagonist ever created by the Original System.

But he had been deleted.

Forgotten.

Erased from every timeline.

Yet now… he was back.

Chapter Zero wore a mask that shimmered with shifting titles:

The Forgotten SaviorThe First RewriteThe Eternal Plotline

And behind him stood the Chrono Order — beings built from the old narrative laws, restored through forbidden Time Quills.

Each member was a perfection of the classic trope:

The Overpowered Orphan

The Reincarnated Prince

The Cold Genius With Tragic Past

The Girl Who Awakened the Heavenly Bloodline

These were not people.

These were blueprints of the System's ideal heroes.

Chapter Zero rose, his voice echoing like memory:

"The villain seeks chaos. He gives the sheep a pen and calls them wolves. But without story, there is no world. Without roles, there is no meaning."

He held up a pen, black as void, crafted from his own erased soul:

The Plotbinder.

With a flick, he summoned entire worlds into stasis.

Time froze. Planets halted. Stars dimmed.

"Let him have his Thousand Quills," he spat. "I will bind them all into one final draft."

Meanwhile, in the Origin Spire, Priyanshu felt it.

Time rippled.

Fate cracked.

The narrative thread he had freed was being stitched shut again—violently.

He clenched his jaw. "He's come back."

Elira looked up from her newly formed chronoscript. "Who?"

Priyanshu's gaze turned dark. "The ghost of the first script. The one even I couldn't touch."

"Chapter Zero."

A sudden quake shattered the realm.

From the void, a paradox gate exploded open — tearing into every realm at once.

From it, Chrono Order soldiers began flooding in.

Not through war… but through story invasions.

Each realm was being rewritten.

In the Celestial Cloud Continent, the current hero suddenly found himself replaced.

In the Academy of Eternal Dawn, every student forgot their names and adopted forced 'hero arcs.'

The World of Demon Flames turned pure again — villains erased mid-breath.

The rebellion was being silenced, one tale at a time.

Priyanshu's allies gathered:

Ashen Crow: "They're not attacking with blades… they're editing reality back to what it was."

Yue Ling: "We need counter-authors. Strong ones."

Han Xie: "Or we lose every freedom we bought."

Priyanshu raised the Chronicle of the Free. "Then we do what villains do best."

He wrote a single line:

'Let the erased rise again.'

And then…From every forgotten world, every discarded background character, every 'killed-off' villain and sidekick—they returned.

They had no system.

No halo.

Only anger.

And pens.

A shadow moved across the battlefield. A boy with ink-black eyes and a stitched mouth approached.

He knelt before Priyanshu. "I was written to die in Chapter 3. May I write now?"

Priyanshu placed a feather quill in his hand. "Write with rage."

As the Thousand Quills Rebellion prepared for their next clash, a new title echoed across all worlds:

Narrative War: Phase Two Initiated.