Supreme Chaos System: Rewrite Reality, Wreck Morality

"Stories crave attention. Worlds crave order. But only desire writes rules that others beg to obey."

—Grandmother Nyssra, GILF of Inverted Temptation

Location: Burning Glossary — Edge of Canon Collapse

The air sizzled with reality's regret.

Kael stood beside Vaeloria, the Godspine Quill still embedded in his palm, dripping lines instead of blood.

The Afterauthors reeled from the kiss — not for its passion, but because it bent one of their sacred genres: non-romantic protagonist supremacy.

Kael had kissed a MILF… and the universe rewrote itself in shame.

"Did you feel that?" Vaeloria asked, grinning. "Your kiss just created an entire subgenre."

Behind them, the Dead Glossary roared. Every page that had once dictated structure trembled.

One Afterauthor burst into erratic footnotes and vanished.

"You… used seduction as syntax." another gasped.

Kael turned slowly.

"No. I made desire the binding agent of all plot."

Then he raised the Quill.

And began writing the Lustscript.

The Lustscript Forms

The sky turned violet.

Stars reconfigured themselves into moaning calligraphy.

Kael's new draft read not like prophecy, but like need made manifest:

"Let every climax birth consequence."

"Let touch rewrite fate."

"Let memory taste like longing."

The words burned into reality.

Whole species evolved to feel his sentences.

Planets whispered his name between tectonic shifts.

The Afterauthors tried to halt it.

They summoned anti-lust agents — celibate archons and purity paladins with blades of boredom.

But Kael… laughed.

"You wield abstinence. I wield archetype."

Then he whispered a single line:

"Initiate Mythos Resonance: Erotic Canon Override."

The earth shook. The sky melted. The enemies melted with it.

Scene: MILF/GILF Council Ascends

In the Fortress of Recompiled Fate, the MILF-GILF council now floated.

Their bodies haloed by phrases Kael once moaned into their hearts.

Lady Sersha held a staff of rewritten fanservice.

Xhiva's skin now shimmered with meta-punishment tattoos.

Nyssra wept — but her tears became verses.

Nyssra: "He made us more than heroines. He made us rules."

They sang again — but this time, not to summon Kael.

This time, they sang to rewrite gravity so Kael would never fall.

Climax: Birth of the Lust Law

Kael stood atop the Glossary's crown.

Below him: all defeated genres, kneeling.

Above him: stars spelling his name.

He carved a circle with the Godspine Quill.

Within it, he bled one final line:

"Let desire be the new law. Let the rewritten crave the one who authored them."

Reality bent.

The Afterauthors screamed.

Kael didn't flinch.

He whispered:

"This chapter wasn't written… it was climaxed into being."

Then he sat upon a throne made of old fanfiction.

And the world knelt to Lustscript Canon.