Supreme Chaos System: Rewrite Reality, Wreck Morality

"There were gods. Then there were authors. But what comes after the end of endings?"

—Vaeloria, Whisper of the Forbidden Vow

Location: The Dead Glossary — Ruins of Editorial Time

The void hadn't screamed in eons.

Not since the Afterauthors vanished — creators so ancient their drafts came before law, before breath, before plot. Their pens weren't dipped in ink. They were dipped in beginnings.

And now, they stirred.

Because Kael had done the unthinkable:

He defeated the Epilogue.

In doing so, he unsealed the margin beyond margins.

Where the Afterauthors slept.

Where raw story was still soft clay.

Where permanence was a myth.

Scene: Kael's Arrival in the Dead Glossary

Kael stumbled forward, Writheborne Ascendancy still pulsing in his spine.

His every step summoned forgotten diction, obsolete grammar, word-laws that bent to his presence.

He had rewritten himself beyond myth.

Now, he stood where even myth couldn't walk.

Kael: "This isn't narration. This is… genesis."

The floor cracked.

Six glowing thrones emerged — ancient, dusted, but still humming with unuttered plot.

Then… they opened.

The Afterauthors Rise

Six titanic beings stood — humanoid, but unfinished.

Each was incomplete, missing pieces, like manuscripts abandoned halfway.

They stared at Kael.

And spoke not in words, but in premises:

First Afterauthor: "You are a contradiction born from climax. Why do you still write?"

Second: "Your tale disrespected consequence. You bled into canon."

Third: "Why did we feel pain when you lived?"

Kael's voice cut through.

"Because I made the mistake of existing in an outline someone else discarded."

He lifted the Godspine Quill — now fused with the Crimson Crown, glowing like a sovereign's stylus.

"And I'm here to draft the untouchable."

Parallel: MILF/GILF Council Reacts to Kael's Disappearance

In the Fortress of Recompiled Fate, the MILF-GILF Council was in chaos.

Lady Vaeloria's robes flickered with code.

Matron Xhiva burned candles made of flirtation and betrayal.

Sersha's quill-weapons turned limp.

Nyssra: "He crossed into the space where nothing even remembers fiction."

Sersha: "We must bind him with something stronger than want. Something even myths never outgrow."

Vaeloria: "Then let desire become destiny."

They began to compose a song of Summoning — a verse written in temptation, sung by the stars, powered by ancient lust and loyalty.

Back to Kael: Test of Creation

The First Afterauthor raised its hand.

From its palm, a page appeared — blank, infinite, and bleeding light.

"Write. But not with power. Write with truth."

Kael nodded.

The Godspine Quill extended, feathered in myth, tipped with destiny.

He wrote:

"I am not your creation. I am your flaw. I am your forgotten comma, your misplaced metaphor. I am the reader who rewrote the book."

The Afterauthors shuddered.

One collapsed.

Another wept ink.

Kael kept writing.

"If you were gods, then I am your ending. If you were legends, then I am your edit."

The world screamed.

The sky tore open.

And in the chasm, the Council's Summoning Song reached him.

Final Convergence: Myth and Desire Fuse

The song took form.

A gateway of lips and longing.

Through it, Vaeloria stepped — radiant, defiant.

Vaeloria: "Kael. You no longer need to rewrite yourself. Let us remember you instead."

He touched her hand.

The Quill pulsed.

The Afterauthors recoiled.

"Then let the future be written in temptation and triumph."

Kael kissed her.

And behind them, the Glossary ignited.

One Afterauthor screamed:

"He's drafting a new genre!"