Everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
Kael Veyris stood in the center of the Meta Continuum, a place beyond worlds, dimensions, timelines, and even the highest stories. The air didn't exist, yet it trembled. The sky wasn't real, yet it cracked.
Kael could feel it.
Someone was watching him.
Someone far stronger than the Nameless Tyrant.
Someone who didn't exist inside a universe… or a story… or even an author's imagination.
A being who stood above all fiction.
A quill of pure white fire drew itself in the air.
Lines of text formed around Kael, billions per second, rewriting everything they touched. Even outer beings kneeled to it. Even authors feared it.
The voice behind the quill finally spoke:
"I am the Absolute Scribe.
I author the authors who write the worlds you see.
You, Kael Veyris, have grown too powerful.
You step beyond stories. That is forbidden."
Kael blinked once.
"If it's forbidden, why can I still do it?"
The quill shuddered.
For the first time in its existence, it hesitated.
With a single stroke, the Absolute Scribe attempted the impossible:
It tried to unwrite Kael.
Erase him from every story.
Erase him from every meta story.
Erase him from possibility, from ruleless dimensions, from memory, from anything that could ever contain a concept.
Billions of layers were slashed out at once.
But the moment the ink touched Kael.
it evaporated.
Kael smiled.
"I learned something in that void."
He stepped forward.
Entire stacks of creation collapsed under his feet, rewritten by his presence alone.
Kael's New Ability: Transcendent Reversal
Kael raised his hand.
Every line the Scribe wrote reversed itself.
Rules cracked.
Meta rules shattered.
The Scribe's power spiraled backward, collapsing into its own origin.
Kael's voice cut through the collapsing layers:
"You can't write someone who exists outside the idea of writing."
For the first time, the Absolute Scribe faltered.
Pages of reality fluttered around it, tearing themselves apart trying to repair the damage Kael caused simply by existing.
"Your growth is impossible!
You were created! You were written!
You cannot surpass your own origin!"
Kael looked at him with calm boredom.
"I already did.
Kael's True Power Awakens
The Scribe tried one final attack
It summoned the Eternal Draft, the very document that all worlds come from, the first script ever created. A glowing sphere containing infinite beginnings and endings.
A weapon no one was ever meant to touch.
Kael reached out.
And touched it casually.
The sphere hummed.
Then bent.
Then submitted.
Because Kael's new power awakened fully:
1.Hyper Transcendent Storycraft
He can rewrite things higher than authors, higher than the source of stories, higher than creation logic.
Things that should never be touched became editable to him.
Kael whispered:
"Let's fix a few things."
The End of the Scribe
Kael rewrote one line.
One simple sentence.
"The Absolute Scribe loses all power."
The universe reacted instantly.
The Scribe collapsed, fading like a candle before a star. Not dead just irrelevant. Powerless. Reduced to a normal observer.
Kael didn't destroy him.
He just rewrote him into something harmless.
The former cosmic supreme whispered:
Impossible…"
Kael corrected him:
"No. I just got bored."
Kael stood alone in the endless continuum.
All script worlds hung around him like distant stars.
He cracked his knuckles, ready for more.
He smiled.
"Next, I'll rewrite things even higher.
And with one step, he vanished into layers of reality no one had ever seen before
not gods,
not tyrants,
not scribes,
not authors.
No one had ever gone that high.
Until Kael Veyris.