The One Who Writes Existence

Chapter 19 - Kairos Eternis

Play 'Life Force'

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The grand hall rippled with power as Zar stepped inside.

It wasn't just a mere entry—it was an arrival.

The very air stilled, as if the entire realm recognized his presence. Shadows stretched and bent in unnatural ways, and the ambient energy within the hall twisted subtly, bending towards him like an unseen force was acknowledging his authority.

With every step forward, the floor beneath his feet shimmered like liquid obsidian, reflecting faint echoes of countless realities. His Flex Authority was active, not as a conscious display, but as a natural extension of who he was.

He didn't command attention.

He simply had it.

Then—something began to form.

A throne.

Not just any throne.

His throne.

It manifested slowly, swirling into existence with a controlled grandeur that seemed neither rushed nor forced. The material was paradoxical—both solid and intangible. A fusion of celestial gold and abyssal black, shifting like a mirage between states of being. The armrests, lined with intricate sigils, pulsed with a subtle glow—a heartbeat of absolute dominion.

Above it, a halo of ethereal flame burned silently, uncorrupted, untouched, unwavering.

And at its base, shadows stirred.

Not just ordinary shadows, but living entities, tendrils of pure void that waited.

For him.

Zar took his time, his movements unhurried yet inevitable. With a mere flicker of intent, the throne adjusted—accommodating him perfectly.

The moment he sat—

Power settled.

It wasn't loud.

It wasn't forceful.

It was absolute.

The air trembled, and for a moment, even the concept of sound seemed to hesitate, as if reality itself was waiting for his command.

Then—they moved.

Two figures stepped forward.

They did not walk as rulers.

They did not approach as equals.

They knelt.

Noctis, The god of illumination and Darkness and Aetherion, The God of Time and Space—Two of the Strongest Gods in the Multiverse—Bowed Before Him.

Aetherion, composed as ever, lifted his gaze slightly, his sharp features betraying no unnecessary emotion. Yet, the weight behind his words was unmistakable.

"There is... an anomaly."

Zar did not react.

Aetherion continued, voice calm yet laced with the gravity of something far beyond simple disturbances.

"A disturbance rippling through the Multiverse."

Still, Zar remained unbothered.

(Yeah, no sh*t. I'm the one who did it.)

Aetherion's gaze lingered for a moment before he pressed on.

"It's as if the Multiverse itself is... competing with something."

A pause.

Zar nodded absently, almost as if half-listening.

Then—Vaelora The goddess of Fate and Destiny.

She stepped forward, her movements deliberate, precise.

Her piercing gaze held knowledge, something deeper than mere concern.

"The Multiversal Consciousness is calling all the gods to Kairos Eternis."

That caught his interest.

For a brief moment, his relaxed posture straightened ever so slightly.

(Now this is what I call news.)

His mind began running through possibilities, calculations forming in the back of his head.

He had questions.

A lot of them.

But just as he was about to ask the System.

A bored sigh echoed in his mind.

[Oh, I know what you're about to ask.]

Zar froze mid-thought.

That voice.

That lazy, deadpan voice.

The System's tone was so unenthusiastic it felt like it had been explaining this a thousand times already.

[What's Kairos Eternis? Why is the Multiverse calling? Blah, blah—let me save you the trouble. It's literally the personality of this Multiverse—]

"Who was asking?"

Zar cut in immediately.

A perfect, instant counter.

Silence.

The System paused.

That smug grin on Zar's face was infuriating.

"I was just checking out the shop function."

Another long, dead silence.

A silence so absolute it almost felt like the System was genuinely considering whether to ignore him entirely.

[...Bullsh*t.]

Zar just shrugged. Unfazed.

"Believe what you want."

The System's tone flatlined.

[Alright, then. If you weren't asking about Kairos Eternis, what exactly were you trying to ask?]

Zar, already expecting this exact question, kept his tone deliberately casual.

"I was asking if I still have any Polyx left after I paid for that recording crystal back with the Nyxara and Eterna incident."

The System, now genuinely confused, hesitated before answering.

[...You have about 80%.]

Zar nodded, satisfied.

"Good. Now go ahead and tell me about that Consciousness thing."

Silence.

A long, drawn-out silence so heavy it felt tangible.

Then—

The System's voice, flat with disbelief, lingered in the air.

[You shameless b*stard.]

Zar, reclining lazily on his throne, smirked like a man who had just pulled off the most effortless con in existence.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, mock innocence dripping from his voice.

The System sighed. Loudly.

[Forget it.]

Zar stretched, pretending to yawn. "Anyway, so tell me about this whole 'Multiversal Consciousness' thing."

A pause.

Then—

Silence.

Heavy silence.

Zar blinked. "...Hello?"

Nothing.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, fine. I'm sorry. Now tell me."

[Good. And don't say sorry.]

Zar frowned. "Why?"

[Because I was enjoying the back-and-forth. Don't ruin it by apologizing.]

Zar raised an eyebrow. Was the System... actually playing along?

Before he could comment on it, the System continued in its usual tone—half-bored, half-exasperated.

[Kairos Eternis. It's where the personality of this Multiverse resides.]

Zar's relaxed expression vanished.

His mind froze for a second.

"...Personality?"

The System was already prepared.

[Yes. It's exactly what you think.]

Zar leaned forward, processing the implications.

Then, slowly—

"...What the hell? So this Multiverse actually has a will of its own?"

The System hummed.

[Not all Multiverses do.]

That made Zar pause. His gaze sharpened as he ran through everything he had learned so far.

Then, realization hit him.

"...Wait. So that means—"

[Yes.]

Zar's lips curled into a slow grin.

"My Multiverse is a rare one, isn't it?"

The System deadpanned.

[Yeah, sure.]

Zar leaned back, nodding to himself.

"So basically, I'm special."

[Yeah? Keep telling yourself that.]

Zar was about to make another smart remark when the System suddenly added—

[Oh, by the way, you're not invited.]

Zar froze mid-thought.

His grin twitched.

"...What?"

[You heard me.] The System's tone was downright playful now. [All the gods have been summoned to Kairos Eternis. But not you.]

A slow, unbelieving blink.

Zar processed the words again.

Then—

"...You're joking."

[Nope.]

Zar sat silent for a moment.

Then he narrowed his eyes.

"...Why?"

[You'll know later.]

Zar's expression darkened.

He opened his mouth to argue—

And then—

He was forcibly ejected from the System's consciousness.

His vision snapped back to reality.

The grand hall returned, the weight of the moment pressing down again.

Zar sighed heavily and turned his gaze toward Vaelora.

"You guys can go," he said, waving a hand dismissively.

Vaelora, however, caught something in his tone.

She hesitated.

"...You're not coming?"

Zar's smirk wavered slightly.

Just as she was about to press the question further—

The doors to the hall opened.

Two figures entered.

Their movements were effortless, carrying the weight of divine presence without even trying.

Their aura alone demanded reverence.

Nyxara and Eterna.

They walked with elegance, their very presence reinforcing their status as goddesses.

The hall itself seemed to welcome them.