Chapter 147.7

Arc 14.5 - God of Stories - Part 7

Cres, Croatia:

In front of a large white house with a light red ridge near a small forest of green trees, Laura looked at her younger brother.

“What did he do to you?” The man, whose back was to the house, narrowed his eyes as a concerned look washed over his face.

Her eyes darted down as they welled up.

Behind her, the ocean was calm as ever and the sun shone lightly on her from above, yet her life felt very bleak.

“I…”

“Sister, I warned you, yet you never listened to me.”

“That’s...”

Laura sucked in a breath as she thought.

“I am…”

Did she regret her time with him?

Did she hate being close to him?

Were these emotions coursing through her over the years genuine?

But...

She clenched her arm on her chest.

What I felt today, were these my real emotions and thoughts? Or…

"Papa!"

A small child of eight years old ran out of the house and rushed at this man. He had dark blonde hair and green eyes.

The young man rushed to his father's side in worry.

His sweet voice derailed Laura’s train of thought.

"Who…" the child’s eyes darted on Laura. Slightly confused, he tilted his head to the right a little.

Laura, following the voice of the child, looked at him and widened her eyes in surprise.

A mix of happiness blended into her sad face.

"ALEX?!"

Her eyes teared up, although of happiness as she hugged the small child.

"You… You are…"

"Yes, sister. As I mentioned earlier, we survived the time destruction, but were stuck in a timeless place until I broke out of it a few years ago. Our memories were hazy until recently."

From the house's door, a tall and slim woman with beige skin, noticeably light blonde hair, and orange eyes came out. As soon as she saw Laura, she smiled faintly and waved her hand.

Laura's eyes fell onto this woman and her face brimmed with happiness, forgetting everything that happened today.

"Lena… This…" she let go of the child and looked at her brother with mixed emotions, but ultimately, she was incredibly happy. "I am so happy for you, Marco."

Her brother, Marco, was taken by the Nameless One in the original timeline and turned into a Destroyer.

But to him, the Nameless One was not all evil.

He raised him, although not as a weapon.

When Marco grew up, the Nameless One created Lena for him, a being who was meant to function similarly to Emily, but since the Nameless One died, she is no different than a normal human you can find anywhere.

While the Nameless One did turn against Marco moments before he faced Nazar and used Marco's family as an insurance policy, Marco never hated him as much as Nazar or Emily does.

"Please come in," Lena shouted from the door before entering the house. "Although the weather is hot, I don't think that clothes are fitting, especially not without a sunblock."

Laura glanced down at her clothes, which were shorts and sports bra, so her face flushed red of embarrassment.

Normally, she wouldn't mind wearing something like this, especially near a beach, but this was her sleepwear, and it was not something she wanted to show anyone.

"Sorry about how I acted in the old world," Marco apologized from the bottom of his heart.

"Hm?"

In the first timeline, when the Nameless One wanted to lure in Nazar, he took away Lena and Alex from him and stripped him of his power. In order to get them back, he was forced to hold a sword at the throat of his sister, the very sister who looked after him and cared for him for years.

When the Nameless One was defeated and Nazar found his wife and child for him again, Marco was still very cold towards his sister. He even refused to meet her or let her child and wife meet her again. He hated her.

"Oh that," Laura dismissed it with a blow of raspberry and wave of her hand. "Don't mention it. That world was terrible. Better forget about it."

"I see… But still, I was rude."

"Ha, don't worry about it, little bro, your big sis doesn't keep grudges," Laura puffed out her generous chest and pointed to it with her thumb as she smiled widely. "Forget and forgive, remember?"

Marco smiled stiffly; he was not sure if he shared her views on this matter. He still felt terrible about what he did, and he is worried he will never be able to rectify that.

"I am just happy you guys are alive and well."

"Me too."

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I am a hidden personality of the one known as God of Stories.

I exist above such concepts for the sole reason to protect him and those close to him.

But it seems I have failed.

While he is unaffected, I cannot say the same for the one he loves.

It is my fault for not taking control quicker over the body.

Perhaps it’s because I have seen him in his true form that I hesitated to attack.

Or perhaps I wanted to see what he was capable of.

Curiosity is a terrible drug.

I do not know, but I do know that it will not repeat again.

I will never do what my master did not want.

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「Destroy」.

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I am a hidden personality of the Supreme God.

I hold power unimaginable by many.

I stand at the top of everyone, including the ones who write the stories, the ones who used to write, and the ones who used to turn these ideas into universes.

To put it simply, I have destroyed the concept of stories for this Ultraverse.

No matter what happens, X or anyone else will ever be able to harm anyone with stories again. At least in this Ultraverse.

My master's will is to not interfere with other Ultraverses - stories - but I don't understand. Is he hoping another story would spawn an even greater power than him?

Hmm.

In any case, I am certain I will not be needed anymore, but I shall not destroy myself just in case.

However, it is shameful to admit that I, a loyal servant, had to betray my master.

It is truly beneath me.

I question: why did I agree to X’s proposal?

I returned the world and its people to what it was but left some be.

With un-write, the events of today should have not happened and be remembered by none, yet I accepted X's proposal.

Why did I do that?

I am a personality, a mechanical one at that too.

So, why did I do something outside the orders written by my master?

Unless...

Does every personality have a will of their own? A will different from my master’s? A will that can contradict and fight against my master’s?

But if that’s the case, why? That would lead to chaos…

Could it be…

No, it can’t be…

Right?

……………….

……………….

Is he one of those people who prefer to be hurt? Who gets pleasure from pain, suffering and resistance?

………………

……………….

No, not at all.

My master is different, and it is not my place to question his will and orders.

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The Narrative has been destroyed; it is my time to take my leave.

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///Deactivating… ///

The world had returned to normal; the world was safe again. There was nothing to worry about after the villain was defeated.

///God of Stories. ///

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Nazar slowly opened his eyes, only to find out he is in his real humanoid form, a 2.30. meters tall and muscular hulking form.

There was no one in the room but him.

He looked around and remembered glimpses of what he saw today.

But he was not sure what had happened.

CRACK!

He knew X reversed Laura’s emotions and “freed” her.

He knew that Marco, her brother who should have been dead, came to her rescue, even if he did not see it with his own eyes.

Marco saved her, when he couldn’t even after he swore, he would keep her safe at all costs.

So, he stared at the floor.

CRACK!

His broken mind and emotions going in many different directions at once, he was not sure what he should do.

In the next instant, thoughts left him, so did emotions and numbers.

There was truly nothing left in that head of his.

CRACK!

So, he stood in one place, not moving a muscle.

Even if he were to try that, he would not be able to.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRRRAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!

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Splurt!