The smoke from the erased scroll hadn't even settled before the air twisted again. But this time, it wasn't divine authority or structured law—
it was chaos.
Ren exhaled slowly.
"That makes it the third time they've tried to define me today," he muttered.
The girl beside him glanced up. "Define?"
He nodded, eyes cold. "They think if they can describe me clearly enough—attach a title, pin down a function—then they can control me."
But they couldn't.
Because Ren wasn't bound to concepts—he was disconnected from them.
Ren (Ryu) — The Disconnected One
He does not exist in the past, present or future but rather exist wherever he chooses to be.
A being disconnected from possibilities not bound by potential outcomes or probabilistic realities. Anything he's disconnected from (destruction, life, death, reason, order, time, space, truth, fate, will). Simply put all of creation cannot be applied to him by default, regardless of wether it's logical or illogical.
He didn't just exist beyond time, space, dimensionality and category—he was disconnected from them.
Not time. Not space.
Not death.
Not life.
Not reason.
Not truth.
Not will.
Not fate.
Not destruction.
Not creation.
Even "possibility" couldn't reach him.
He didn't just "break" rules—he stood "outside" the very idea of rules.
He was "beyond the all of creation".
So when systems like "truth" or "logic" tried to assert themselves around him—they failed.
There was no reference point for him in the order.
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That's why the Order called him "The Paradox That Walks."
He moved, yet he had no "where."
He acted, yet had no "when."
He existed, yet had no "what."
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As they walked farther into the forest, the girl finally spoke.
"Why do you even fight them? You're beyond all this. They can't even touch you."
Ren paused.
"Because they're not trying to touch me. They're trying to touch everything else I care about."
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Just then, a sound pierced the silence.
A ripple in the forest—a figure walking through time that didn't belong to this layer of reality.
It was the embodiment of death itself. Its weapon a scythe was forged from the world's principle.
A Herald of Finality—sent to force Ren into a defined fate.
"You're the error," it said. "You contradict every outcome."
Ren's eyes narrowed.
"You're wrong."
And with a gaze, the Eye of Nullification activated.
The Herald—its fate, mission, and even reason for existing—folded into nothingness and vanished from thought.
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The girl looked shaken.
"You didn't even move."
"I didn't need to," Ren said. "That's the thing about paradoxes. We don't fight back… we just make everything else meaningless."
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