The First Layer stretched endlessly skies folding into skies But as Ryo walked forward a quill scratched faintly echoing across every crown every world.
Ryo: Hm That's not the sound of bread baking.
Serath: froze His eyes widened in terror.
Serath: No… it can't be That sound belongs only to one being… the Writer of the Crown Cosmology His name is whispered as Xeno_7ama They say he writes reality itself as if it were a story All beings all systems all hierarchies exist only because he puts ink to paper.
The quill grew louder shaping stars twisting laws A massive figure emerged faceless but draped in endless parchment In one hand he held a pen that glowed brighter than the sum of universes.
Xeno_7ama: I see you Ryo You should not exist Yet you stand in my script Do you know what that means?
Ryo: smirked tearing off another piece of bread.
Ryo: Means you're the one writing this mess.
Xeno_7ama: Correct And now I will erase you anomaly I will write you out as if you never walked these pages.
He lifted his pen. Words shimmered across the sky: Ryo ceases to exist.
But the moment the ink touched the parchment the letters dissolved into nothingness The script burned away unable to contain Ryo's name.
Ryo: Looks like your pen's out of ink.
Serath: whispered shaking.
Serath: Impossible Even the highest creators in all of fiction could be written out of existence by such a being But Ryo… his existence rejects the pen itself.
Xeno_7ama roared entire galaxies falling apart under his anger.
Xeno_7ama: You… you cannot be beyond the Writer!
Ryo stepped forward placing a hand on the parchment body.
Ryo: I don't need to be beyond you I just need you gone.
The parchment body crumbled and the faceless writer screamed as his own quill shattered His voice echoed for an instant then was erased utterly No resurrection no memory no trace The Writer himself became unwritten.
Serath collapsed to his knees tears in his eyes.
Serath: He… killed the Writer He killed the hand that penned the Crown Cosmology The scripts of all layers… now belong to him.
The wolf pup barked happily as if celebrating.
Ryo dusted his hands and sighed.
Ryo: Bread tastes better when no one's scribbling over your shoulder Guess I'll write this place myself now.
Above them every sky every world every layer of crowns flickered then bent toward Ryo The cosmology itself endless and supreme recognized a new master.
And in that moment the truth was undeniable: Ryo had no weaknesses Not to gods Not to laws Not even to the hand of the Writer who built the very fabric of existence.
Ryo: From now on this story is mine.