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Betrayed at the peak of his reign by the so-called Celestial Architects, Kael Draven — once the most feared Warlord in the Outer Heavens — is executed for defying the cosmic order. But instead of oblivion, he wakes in the trash heap of a dying lower realm… inside the body of a crippled sect slave.

The world expects him to crawl.
Instead, he walks — barefoot — into the battlefield and slaughters 50,000 cultivators.

Armed with the Supreme Chaos System, a glitched god-level program that breaks all laws of cultivation, Kael doesn’t just seek revenge.
He seeks to rewrite the code of reality itself — to crash the heavens, exploit the harem system, abuse karma points, and burn morality like outdated firmware.

Cold, manipulative, and impossibly strategic, Kael turns sects, empires, and even immortals into tools or corpses. MILFs, GILFs, queens, and forbidden waifus gather like moths to the anomaly in the sky.

After all, he’s not the protagonist of fate.
He’s the bug that rewrites it.

Supreme Chaos System: Rewrite Reality, Wreck Morality

"When truth resists me, it screams. When fiction defies me, it kneels."

Location: Temple of the Unspoken Draft — Celestial Trench, Depth 99

Not even Kael's own rewritten charts could locate it without the Godspine Quill's pulse vibrating through the Void. A hidden archive beneath a drowned dimension, locked away by seven editors who no longer existed.

It pulsed now—loud, angry, ancient.

Kael walked through crimson fog, each step echoing like a forgotten syllable. Every breath he took sent silver glyphs unraveling from his skin. The Godspine Quill hovered beside him, rotating slowly like a silent dagger of fate.

Behind him, Lady Vaeloria and Matron Xhiva trailed with curious tension—two seductive forces of chaos in flowing ink-touched battle robes.

Vaeloria: "I can taste the regret in the air. This place remembers what even gods tried to forget."

Xhiva: "So why are we here?"

"To summon the crimson verse. And bait the one who wrote it."

Ritual of Unmaking Begins — The Forbidden Verse Reawakens

Kael stood upon a dais of bone-script.

The moment his blood touched the sigil beneath his feet, the entire Temple screamed. The walls bled manuscript pages. The ceiling cracked open to reveal a sky that didn't exist. Somewhere far above, reality whimpered.

The Crimson Verse began to write itself in midair:

"The sovereign rose from red ink, not born, but cited…"

"…and all who spoke against him drowned in punctuation."

"YOU WERE NOT MEANT TO READ THIS."

The entire Temple of the Unspoken Draft convulsed.

An arm reached down from the void overhead—composed of negated existence, of cancelled pages and censored paragraphs.

It reached for the Quill.

Fight: Kael vs. The Redacted God — Veneras Nullum

He emerged fully from unreality, a being whose form couldn't be focused on—always half-missing, as though the reader blinked at the wrong time.

"Kael Draven," his voice a scribble in the ear. "Your Rewrite ends here. The Crimson Verse belongs to me."

"You deleted yourself from history to escape consequence. I stayed and rewrote mine into legend."

Every word Kael had ever spoken began to recoil against him—lines he'd crafted now turned into blades of regret.

Kael staggered. Bleeding syllables. Gasping irony.

"My words… obeyed you?"

"No," said Veneras. "They feared me more."

But Kael smirked, despite blood pouring from his lips.

He held the Godspine Quill, twisted it once, and drew across the air:

"Kael Draven speaks in verses immune to regret."

The attack ceased. The Temple reversed its collapse.

Climax: The Crimson Crown Appears

From the altar, a crown of bleeding rubies rose.

"You tried to erase me. I became the punctuation you skipped."

Veneras screeched, recoiled, then split into dozens of footnotes—each one flickering into silence.

Kael exhaled, and the Temple began to rise, slowly, into the overworld.

"Let the sky read my story now."

Final Scene: From Afar, a New Challenger Watches

A figure cloaked in rejection, seated atop a mountain made of unpublished tomes, watched the sky turn crimson.

"He's awakened the Crown," she said.

Her eyes gleamed with hunger and knowledge.

Chapter 37: Crimson Verses — The Day Reality Bled