The One Who Writes Existence

Play 'Kosandra'

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Zar sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the endless abyss surrounding him. The vast expanse of nothingness stretched in every direction, an ocean of swirling void and distant, pulsing lights. It was beautiful in an eerie, detached way—like staring at a dream that didn't belong to him.

"Now… how should I find my palace?" he muttered. "Hmm… let me think."

The system had dumped him here without real directions. No clear path, no map—just vague coordinates he didn't even know how to read.

Annoying.

He rolled his shoulders, testing his body. His limbs felt weightless, yet coiled with untapped energy. Even if his realm was sealed, there had to be something left—some power that hadn't been stripped from him.

"Alright," he said, clenching his fist. "Let's start with my speed."

Speed was a foundation. If he could control it, he could cover more ground, test his abilities, and—if he was lucky—stumble upon something useful.

He bent his knees slightly, preparing to launch forward, muscles tensing in anticipation. The void beneath him didn't react—there was no ground, no wind resistance. Just… space.

Then—

BOOM!

The void around him shattered.

A sonic explosion erupted behind him as he shot forward, the force of his acceleration warping the space in his wake. The glowing orbs scattered throughout the abyss blurred into elongated streaks, like shooting stars being ripped apart. The sheer velocity sent an electric rush through his veins—powerful, exhilarating, completely out of control.

His eyes widened. "Holy—!"

His mind couldn't keep up. His body had become a projectile, a comet flung into the unknown. The problem? He had zero control.

"Sh*t, s*it, shi*, SH*T!"

He twisted, trying to stop, but there was nothing to slow him down. No friction, no gravity—just unrelenting acceleration.

Then—

A massive celestial structure appeared ahead.

A towering, glowing construct, radiating ancient energy, carved with inscriptions in a forgotten language.

Zar's stomach dropped.

"That's a wall?"

And he was about to crash into it.

His instincts screamed at him. The moment demanded action—now.

Power surged through him, an unfamiliar force awakening from deep within. His veins burned like molten fire, muscles locking under the weight of something more than himself. And for a brief moment—

Time itself slowed.

Everything stretched into eternity. The distant lights became frozen streaks, the glow of the celestial wall dimming into a slow pulse. Zar's mind caught up. He wasn't just fast—his presence was disrupting the very concept of time around him.

But even with this momentary control, stopping was impossible. He could only shift—just enough to avoid a fatal impact.

With a desperate twist—

BOOM!

His shoulder clipped the edge of the wall.

The sheer force sent a shockwave through the abyss. Zar tumbled uncontrollably, flipping end over end before finally—

THUD!

He crashed onto an invisible platform, his body skidding before coming to an abrupt halt.

Silence.

For a long moment, he just lay there, staring up at the vast, endless sky—or whatever passed for a sky in this place. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Holy sh*t…" he muttered. "That was insane."

Then, the system's voice chimed in.

["Hah! That was entertaining."]

Zar groaned, rolling onto his back as he tried to catch his breath. His entire body felt like it had been through a high-speed blender, his muscles still tingling from whatever surge of energy had allowed him to change his trajectory mid-air.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his sore shoulder, and turned his gaze toward the colossal wall he had just barely avoided crashing into headfirst.

The Wall of Dominion, the system had called it.

It was massive, stretching endlessly into the void, its golden engravings pulsating with a rhythmic glow. The energy it radiated was so overwhelming that even standing near it made Zar feel like an ant staring up at a divine mountain.

But that wasn't what made his breath hitch.

No, the real problem was at the exact point where his shoulder had made impact.

A deep, jagged crack had formed.

He stared at it, his mind working overtime to process what he was seeing.

"...Did I… damage it?"

For the first time in a while, the system hesitated.

["...Huh."]

Zar narrowed his eyes.

"...What do you mean, 'huh'?"

The system clicked its tongue, sounding almost irritated? or happy?

["Normally? Nothing much."]

A pause.

Then, in the most flat and unimpressed voice possible—

["But congratulations for not breaking it properly."]

Zar blinked. "...Huh?"

His brain glitched for a second.

"What the hell does that mean?" he asked, confused.

Then, suddenly—

The system's voice shifted.

The mockery returned, but this time, it was dramatic as hell.

["OHHHHH!"]

The exaggerated, theatrical tone made Zar flinch.

["Now our little child thinks this wall is indestructible!"]

Zar squinted. "...What?"

["And because he sees a single, teeny, tiny little crack—oh my, oh my—he thinks he has achieved something greater than greatness!"]

Zar frowned. "That's not what I—"

Then—the shift.

The system's tone dropped instantly—from over-the-top mockery to something dead serious.

["Are you crazy or what?"]

Zar froze.

His instincts screamed that something had changed.

The system continued, its voice cutting like a blade.

["At your current power level, you could have damaged it far more than this."]

Zar's pulse spiked.

["But congratulations."]

The sarcasm returned, but this time, it was laced with something dangerously close to amusement.

["You somehow managed to control somewhat of your power."]

Zar felt a chill creep up his spine.

Not because of what the system had said.

But because of what it implied.

He turned back to the crack. It was deep, but nothing too extreme. He had assumed the wall was some kind of untouchable divine structure, and yet—he had damaged it. That alone had been shocking.

But now…

The system was saying he should have done more?

His fingers unconsciously curled into a fist.

"...Wait," he muttered. "You're saying I held back?"

The system snorted.

["I'm saying that if you hadn't, you wouldn't be looking at a single crack right now. You'd be staring at a giant hole."]

Zar's throat went dry.

He turned back to the wall, his mind racing.

Was this normal? He had barely even used his strength. It had all been instinct. Reflex. He wasn't even trying to break anything—he had just been trying to stop himself.

And yet, despite that…

He had still left a mark.

He didn't know what was scarier—the fact that he had damaged something that wasn't supposed to be damaged, or the fact that, according to the system, he had unintentionally restrained himself.

He took a deep breath. This wasn't the time to dwell on it. He still had a mission.

"Alright," he muttered. "Forget the wall. I still need to find my palace."

["Good. At least you're staying focused."]

Suddenly, a soft hum resonated through the air. The golden engravings shimmered, and in an instant—

The crack vanished.

Zar watched, stunned, as the system casually repaired the damage as if it had never existed.

The divine glow returned to its full brilliance, no longer showing any sign of harm.

"...Okay," Zar said slowly. "That's suspicious as hell."

The system cleared its throat.

["Nothing to see here! Moving on!"]

Zar narrowed his eyes. "You fixed it way too fast."

["I just don't like messes."]

"...Yeah. That's totally believable."

The system cut the connection.

Zar exhaled, rubbing his temples. Something about all of this felt off. But he didn't have time to question it.

But he is right...

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Because elsewhere…

Far above the celestial barrier, beings had gathered.

Cloaked in golden radiance, their ethereal forms pulsed with divinity. Their presence alone bent the space around them, warping reality itself.

The first celestial narrowed his eyes. "We sensed an intruder. Where are they?"

Another being, with six luminescent wings, stepped forward, his gaze piercing through the void. "Strange… There's no sign of an attack."

A third, the eldest among them, furrowed his brows.

"...No. I am certain we received a warning. Something touched the wall."

The others exchanged uneasy glances.

"But the wall is intact," one murmured.

The leader of the celestials hovered closer, his eyes scanning the golden inscriptions.

Nothing. No damage. No disturbance. The divine energy remained unchanged.

Yet.

His instincts screamed at him.

Something had happened here.

And whatever it was…

It was something they weren't meant to see.

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Zar walked through the void, muttering to himself.

"System, you said you wouldn't talk until I reached my palace. So why the hell did you show up?"

Silence.

Then—

["Ohhh… Not telling~"]

The playful tone sent a chill down his spine.

Zar stopped walking.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "I swear to god, you are the most annoying thing I've ever dealt with."

["Oh? You're swearing to a god? Well then—all the best."]

Zar froze.

His expression twitched.

...Damn it.

Without another word, he marched forward.

The system, of course, only laughed.

Somewhere out there, his palace awaited.