Two men stood within a darkness where pitch-black emptiness flowed. Around them, the butchered remains of severed tentacles drifted weightlessly.They were the corpses of otherworldly divinities that had floated above the Void Veil.Yu Joonghyuk wiped the blackened blood from the blade of Black Heaven Demon Sword.“One escaped.”His voice carried faint irritation.The man standing opposite him frowned.“You’re the one who let it go.”Clad in tattered rags, the man steadied the murderous aura spilling from his entire body as he looked down toward the veil.The one who had just fled was now below that veil.“That barrier is difficult to pierce, even for my thrust.”The Void Veil.The web of plausibility woven by the Star Stream to protect the scenario regions from the outer gods.Only a divine being willing to pay plausibility and lower its rank could descend beneath it.The man puckered his lips as he looked down at that veil.“If I truly intended to destroy it, I could.”“Then the hounds hunting you would appear.”“You think I would fear hounds?”Yu Joonghyuk did not answer.The man before him had every right to say that.There were likely fewer than ten beings in the entire universe capable of facing that man’s thrust.“Is this all you brought me here to fight?”“There are stronger divinities. You underestimate the Star Stream.”“You said there was a place to destroy, so I came. If you keep wasting my time, I’ll leave first.”Muttering, the man lay back as if bored and closed his eyes.Yu Joonghyuk watched him for a moment—then noticed faint sparks beginning to churn around them.Tsssss.Beyond the veil, plausibility lost influence.Yet for the aftershocks of plausibility to appear here meant that the Star Stream regarded them as a significant threat.It will be difficult to descend to this worldline again for a while.Yu Joonghyuk looked down at the Void Veil.He could not see clearly past the opaque curtain—but he knew the two people below it.From far away, the sound of more otherworldly divinities gathering echoed.Yu Joonghyuk tightened his grip on Black Heaven Demon Sword and murmured words meant for no one in particular.“Don’t die.”***I don’t know about other authors, but there is one thing I always consider before I write a story.Is this a solvable event, or an unsolvable one?Most of the time, we create events that can be solved somehow. Otherwise, it becomes impossible to sustain long-term serialization.But every author, at least once, must face the moment where they challenge the impossible.【O O O O O O O】This was that moment for me.Just looking at the thing from afar made my legs tremble.There was no way to face such a monster in a normal state of mind.“You can. The protagonist grows by fighting things like that.”I nodded.Han Sooyoung had probably fought countless otherworldly divinities already. So for her, something like that was—“But just to say it now, I can’t be the protagonist.”Her avatar body was in shambles. Even at a glance, I could see her bones were twisted or broken everywhere.“Instead, I’ll lend you my tale. Go on. Fight. Protagonist.”I stared at her in disbelief.The otherworldly divinity descending from the sky was a high-grade being I had never encountered.And she wanted me to fight it alone?Absurd.“You can.”[Tale, ‘Expected Plagiarism’ infuses your avatar.]At once, countless “Lee Hakhyuns” began shouting inside my head.If it descended below the veil, it must have sacrificed part of its rank.It may only be an avatar of the main body.It’s the strongest opponent you’ve met so far, but not invincible.Han Sooyoung’s tale flowed through me and granted me strength.I had forgotten—divinities are strong. But Han Sooyoung is also strong.And here, in the scenario outskirts, her original tale could manifest with power exceeding plausibility itself.Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu.I clenched the thoughts surging through my body to test the tale filling me.Thoughts.At my command, the shape of Thoughts shifted.[The Blade of Conviction activates!]A white blade bloomed like frost.I swung it toward the “Founder of the Absolute Throne,” now only a step away.A strike dozens of times faster and sharper than usual. I felt like a swordmaster had possessed my body.Maybe that was why—Skkkrrrk.It was shallow, but I felt something catch at the blade’s edge.【O O O O O】It let out a furious cry. My ears rang; bile rose in my throat. Every hair on my body stood upright.The cause was clear.The Tale of the King.The tale of a king who compels all living things to prostrate themselves poured from its body like smoke.My legs trembled. A compulsion to kneel clawed at my mind.This was the aura of the one who created the Absolute Throne.But I endured. Somehow.Maybe because of Han Sooyoung’s tale.Maybe because it had weakened to descend.Maybe because I had once hunted an otherworldly divinity before.Whatever the reason, one thing was certain—I had to make this event solvable.【Ga…hi…】A radiant blade appeared in the founder’s grasp. The outline of a massive greatsword—an artifact, unmistakably dangerous.“Careful! That’s Excalibur!”With Han Sooyoung’s warning, a storm of tale-force exploded before my eyes.The souls of those cut by that blade screamed endlessly. Ordinarily, I would have become one of them.But now—[Tale, ‘Omniscient Reader’ continues its story.]The story we wrote was protecting us.“Kim Dokja! Dodge!”I could see it.A trajectory I normally could not.Skkak!I narrowly slipped past the storm of tale-force and cut horizontally.“Keep going! Don’t let it rest!”Flames sparked from its shin as it shrieked. It was working.“It’s an undead-type! Convert the Blade of Conviction to holy!”I didn’t hesitate.Holy power mixed with white frost, and when I slashed again, that exalted divinity took its first step back.I can fight.My magic surged. Muscles screamed. Bones ached from the backlash.Han Sooyoung’s tale was beyond what my body could handle.[Your avatar body is in critical condition!]I gulped down every elixir in my pockets just to hold together.Each clash tore my palms open. Each wound I inflicted returned a wound to me.The price for facing a divinity this early.But I did not think I could not win.【O O O O O】The founder sprouted new bones from its waist—two additional arms. Each held a wicked sword.“Arondight and Galatine! You know them, right?!”I knew. Arondight had appeared even in the 1,863rd regression. Relics tied to the Arthurian cycle.“Don’t panic! They might be replicas!”Adrenaline erased pain. Expected Plagiarism mapped its sword forms before they appeared.I parried Arondight and severed [N O V E L I G H T] its left arm. I knocked Galatine aside and struck its shin again.Everything moved as naturally as breath.Then the founder unleashed its tale in a burst of overwhelming force.Sickle-shaped arcs filled the air.I raised Han Sooyoung’s tale to its limit and detonated it at the tip of my blade.[Tale, ‘Omniscient Reader’ increases narrative volume.]I cut off the arms that regrew. Again. And again.【O O O O?】The divine being was confused.Each time I swung, Han Sooyoung’s tales roared inside me.[Tale, ‘Expected Plagiarism’ accelerates the story.]The tale was impossibly strong. So alive. Too complete for any single person to have written.I felt like a god.The one who completes a story sees the world differently.Boundless. Empty. Dizzying to the point of nausea.A future where every inch of the world is covered in sentences. A world where the path forward is written by the arc of the blade.I lived within a net of story.I wanted to see what came next.At the end of this road—What would I face in the final chapter?“I loved the story.”Drunk on the tale, I swung again and again.“I came all the way here just because I loved the story.”Was that my sentence, or hers?It no longer mattered.As long as we could fight together—as long as we could restore this broken world—as long as we could reach its rightful ending—Then—Tsssss.Suddenly, the power drained from me. I staggered back from the founder.A sharp nausea twisted my stomach.Ughh—I vomited. I vomited tales. Something inside me was rejecting Han Sooyoung’s story.Someone was saying:This was never your story.“Kim Dokja, haven’t you ever been happy to receive feelings meant for someone else?”Darkness poured from my mouth.“Didn’t you ever feel relieved when someone said, ‘You’re also Kim Dokja’?”I shook my head violently.“Didn’t you ever enjoy living under the name, taking what came with it?”Somewhere, walls trembled.“Didn’t you run away because you were afraid to share it with the real Kim Dokja?”“Snap out of it!”Excalibur’s edge rushed toward me.I couldn’t dodge. I couldn’t move.I am going to—Something slammed into me, throwing me aside. A thunderous blast erupted.A storm of tale-force flared. The founder was thrown back.When I looked up, Han Sooyoung stood before me.This was the price she paid to change the world.When had the scenery changed?When had the number of tale fragments around us diminished?[Tale, ‘Omniscient Reader’ hesitates.]A gaping wound had opened in Han Sooyoung’s chest.White-hot sentences fell from it like ashes.“Han Sooyoung!”Where the ashes landed, a gray snowfield formed.Standing atop it, Han Sooyoung wiped the blood from her mouth and looked at me.“It’s okay.”Clutching her left chest, blood streaming from her ear, she smiled.“In the ‘Omniscient Reader’ I wrote, comrades don’t die that easily.”My whole body trembled.[Tale, ‘Omniscient Reader’ temporarily halts its story.]The courage with which I had declared I would write my own story—was gone.Terror seized me.“I don’t—”I don’t want to be left alone again.Han Sooyoung coughed again and again, then collapsed forward.I rushed to catch her. She looked up at me.“You’re a writer too. You know. Telling the story you want to tell isn’t always a happy thing.”Her face was losing all color. Blood pooled between my hands as I tried to stop the bleeding.Han Sooyoung looked at the sky.I need medicine. A summoning pill. A devil pill. Anything.“Han Sooyoung was letting go of a very long obsession.”Only when I saw the sentences leaking from her body did I understand.This was not a physical injury.“She is writing the final sentence she had never written before.”Her root tale was damaged.“Wait. Wait—!”I shouted, as if shouting could deny it.“This is an avatar. Right? Right?!”There was no way—she could die.She was the cleverest character in Omniscient Reader.The one who always found a path.But Han Sooyoung did not answer. She only looked up at the black sky.As if something she had been seeking was up there.I followed her gaze.The other side of the Void Veil still burned with meteors and screams.At last, questions rose.How did Yu Joonghyuk arrive beyond the veil at the exact right time?Where did the plausibility for summoning him come from?Tsssss.The aftershock of tale-force was tearing her apart. Her body was dissolving in it. Her legs, her torso—being erased.Han Sooyoung had always known.To deceive a worldline, something must be sacrificed.“The space for stories is finite.”To write a new sentence, another must be erased.“One sentence can only be written by erasing another.”With each sentence she called forth, one piece of Han Sooyoung disappeared.Characters, events, themes—scattered.I shook her shoulders.Her fading eyes turned toward me. They seemed to look at me—and also at eternity.At a distant, untouched snowfield where no sentence had yet been written.She asked me:“Why did you want to become a writer?”My lips moved soundlessly.I needed to answer.I needed to say something to hold her here.But nothing came.I had written so many sentences—yet not one remained.Her dissolving hand brushed my cheek.“I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the story you wanted.”That was the last.My mouth opened.“A—ah—”“Han Sooyoung disappeared.”It must have been an avatar.The avatar disappeared.There was no way Han Sooyoung was—[Tale, ‘Omniscient Reader’ ends its story.]And one by one, the tales in my ear stopped speaking.The chatter that had never ceased—fell silent.[Tale, ‘Expected Plagiarism’ ends its story.]All stories ended.And I was alone again.On the ground lay Han Sooyoung’s “Unbreakable Conviction.”“Why did you want to become a writer?”Only after every sentence had been erased—only after I had lost every story I loved—did I finally find the answer.“I wanted to know who I am.”I heard the sound of a wall collapsing inside me.

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