Rien stepped out of the room, hands behind his back, expression calm as ever. Bharat followed right behind him, already annoyed.
"Hmm," Rien said casually, "I'm thinking of entering the fictions directly."
Bharat snorted. "You already are fiction. From the readers' perspective, at least."
Rien stopped walking and glanced over his shoulder, smiling faintly.
"You're not writing fiction," he said. "You're documenting my biography—because I allow you to, Mr. Writer."
He turned and continued walking.
Bharat clicked his tongue and followed. "You really think you're real?"
Rien didn't stop this time. His voice remained calm, almost lazy.
"My existence is thousands of times more real than so-called 'real people.' The version you describe with words isn't me. You're just borrowing my presence to satisfy your creative cravings."
Before Bharat could reply—
"HEY—!"
Kuto Haraki came running toward them, breathing hard. "There's an emergency! A meeting in the Tian Clan Grand Hall. Four powerful masters are coming to kill us—because of the Beast Master you erased, Rien!"
Rien gave him a deadpan look.
"…And?"
Kuto blinked.
"There's nothing new about that," Rien added, then turned toward the grand hall. "Let's go."
Tian Clan – Grand Hall
Rien sat down casually on a chair as the hall filled with tension.
Suddenly, a furious man stormed in, shouting,
"WHERE IS RIEN KINOHUTSU?!"
Rien raised his hand slightly. "Oh. You're not supposed to appear until Chapter Thirty-Seven."
The man froze.
Rien waved again.
The man vanished into thin air.
Silence.
Rien turned to Bharat with a blank stare.
"You are painfully lazy with continuity. Do you enjoy ruining my life with misplaced characters?"
Bharat looked away, rolling his eyes. "Hey, when you write too many characters, mistakes happen. That's normal."
Tian Master chuckled softly. "Sometimes… I truly don't understand what you two are talking about."
Miss Yin stepped forward, her expression serious.
"We have a bigger issue. Four masters are coming here to kill us because of the Beast Master's death."
Bharat frowned. "Wait—seriously? I wrote five masters?"
Rien looked at him calmly.
"Of course. Writers like you never forget to add extra spice."
Shuan Master slammed his staff lightly on the floor.
"Enough. We don't have time for this nonsense. We must prepare to face the four masters."
Rien stood up and began walking toward the hall gate.
"I'll handle them. You prepare for the war against the Soul Towers."
Bharat sighed deeply. "Tracking this man's life is a nightmare…"
Kuto turned toward Bharat, studying him.
"So… are you Rien's friend?"
Bharat gave an awkward smile. "I'm his biographer. Currently documenting the life of Rien Kinohutsu—since he's ridiculously overpowered."
Kuto nodded slowly. "You're… surprisingly impressive. And attractive."
Bharat smirked, struck a pose. "Naturally. I'm very popular with girls."
Lan Xia rolled her eyes. "Focus."
She turned to Tian Master. "We must begin preparations immediately. We can't afford mistakes."
She and Miss Yin left the hall together.
Omni Realm
A portal opened.
Rien Kinohutsu stepped into the Omni Realm, facing seventeen thrones aligned in perfect order. Men and women sat upon them, their cosmic energy violent, ancient, and destructive.
"Hello," Rien said casually. "Omni Organization."
All seventeen beings instantly stood and kneeled.
"It's an honor to stand before you, My Lord."
Rien sat on an empty throne.
"So. You're known as the strongest cultivators of Standard Existence?"
A woman raised her head respectfully.
"Yes, My Lord. As per your creation, existence is divided into Lower, Standard, and Upper layers—each on a different reality scale."
Rien frowned slightly.
"I hate record-keeping. So… everything triples?"
"…Yes, My Lord."
Another woman continued, smiling softly.
"Beyond that, there are two higher structures. You rule the Absolute Layer, infinitely superior to the Upper Reality. That is what separates you from all creation."
Rien glanced at her.
"You're smart."
She bowed. "We are Omni Beings. Power-wise, we're classified as Tier Zero—the final measurement."
Rien tilted his head.
"And my tier?"
She laughed lightly.
"My Lord, tiers don't apply to you. You edit the story itself. That places you beyond scale—Outerscale."
Rien stood up.
"I need one of you. Four masters from the Alzera Universe come to attack."
The woman immediately stepped forward, bowing deeply.
"It would be my honor to serve you, Master."
Rien nodded and walked toward a portal.
"Good. Try not to die."
He vanished.
The woman sighed, sitting back down.
"Our Lord really behaves like a child."
Another Omni smiled.
"But there is no one stronger than him."
All nodded in agreement.
Back at Tian Clan
Rien returned, standing before a massive army of cultivators and the Seven Clan Masters.
"I assume we're ready."
Tian Master and Miss Yin nodded.
Rien turned to Bharat.
"Hold the pen tightly, Writer. My life is about to become more… absolute."
Bharat smiled. "I will. And don't worry—you're always there to fix my glitches."
He vanished.
Kuto raised his fist.
"Then… let's move!"
The entire army roared—
"YES!!!"
As the cultivators boarded the massive aircraft, clan leaders moved among them with disciplined precision. Cosmic energy flooded the interior—dense, radiant, and violent—wrapping the entire fleet in an overwhelming pressure. Runes glowed along the hull, engines humming like restrained thunder.
Miss Yin stood near the viewing panel, her fists clenched, eyes burning with resolve.
"We will win this war," she said firmly.
Rien Kinohutsu sat back in a chair, one leg crossed over the other, as relaxed as if he were observing clouds pass by. He glanced at her and spoke calmly, his voice steady enough to silence the chaos around them.
"Don't burden yourself by imagining your entire life ending in one battle," he said. "Wars are solved one moment at a time."
The tension in the cabin eased.
Several masters nodded, their confidence returning.
"We will shatter the Soul Towers," one of them said.
"Completely," another added.
A massive map unfolded on the map—layers of space, spiritual routes, defensive zones, and tower locations overlapping one another. The clan leaders gathered around it, pointing, arguing, refining strategies, their voices sharp and focused.
"We strike here first."
"If the central tower falls, the rest will collapse."
Rien watched silently, his eyes half-lidded.
To them, this was a war that would decide their fate.
To him—
It was already over.