A massive mountain, almost the size of the moon. On that mountain, someone had built a structure shaped like a human face. The mountain was ancient, incredibly old. Covered in all kinds of trees and flowers in every color. The water looked fresh, pure. The beauty and peace at the top felt like the kind of perfect dream you never want to wake up from.
At the very peak of that mountain was a smaller one, and from it a waterfall flowed. But along with the water, red blood was also pouring down.
The scene above the waterfall zoomed in. A hand appeared. Yellow and black lines ran across that hand. Those hands had clamped around a girl's throat. Her soft neck. Blue eyes. Hair shining white like diamonds. Blood dripped from her mouth.
The girl spoke through pain. "You bastard… you killed countless people… just for Sahani Quinji Heart."
The man's hands still gripped her throat tightly. He stared straight into her eyes. One of his eyes was made of black and yellow crystal. The other eye was pure black void—but the pupil and iris inside it gleamed like white crystal. On his forehead was a third eye, looking exactly like a black hole. Long white hair flowed behind him. White crystal-like wings sprouted from one side, black crystal-like wings from the other.
He spoke calmly. "Sahani Quinji Heart… the one even absolute gods go mad for. And you're comparing him to these insects whose existence or non-existence doesn't matter at all."
The girl, writhing in pain, still managed a smile. "Even with just Sahani Quinji Heart… you won't reach Unclaimed Heaven and Unbounded Salvation. Getting there is impossible even for a worm like you. Hahaha."
The man laughed loudly. "Me? I am Zorv Dox, Heavenly Sovereign. I reached this point after sacrificing so much. Even if I die right here, I won't have any regrets."
Suddenly a voice came from behind.
A boy in a black suit, around twenty-four years old. "Aww… what a useless speech. But today the Heavenly Sovereign dies."
From behind him another boy of the same age stepped forward, sword in hand, radiating a completely different aura. His name was Ventama.
There were others too. Heavenly Saint—Gonaam. Highreacher God of War—Ponthano. Daoist Dragon King—Genix. 9th World Salvation—Siri. Along with their army and a few more companions.
Heavenly Sovereign tilted his head slightly. "So… you are the 'hope of light in the darkness'?"
Siri drew her divine sword in one smooth motion. "Today the prey isn't just Heavenly Sovereign. All of you will be hunted. That way my own path to Unclaimed Heaven and Unbounded Salvation becomes clear."
The black-suit boy clapped once, dramatically unfurled his wings, drew his divine weapon. "Very nice. Which means neither my plan nor yours is going to work."
Siri's voice stayed cold. "You regressor… how many times have you already lost? Yet you've never won."
The black-suit boy's eyes widened. "Since when did you know?"
Siri replied flatly. "Anyway, because of you my plans get ruined every single time. Today that won't happen again."
She raised both hands. Countless portals ripped open in the air. From those portals, Siri's powerful army began pouring out.
The regressor readied himself. Ventama and the others, the gods, the army—everyone braced for battle.
Then a completely different voice cut through.
"Ooo hello Alok nazi! Lunch time is over… let's go!"
It was a boy reading this novel on his phone.
"Uww… chapter ended along with lunch. How many chapters left? Just seven? Shit… I need to read this right now. Nazi bro, come on!"
Nazi replied, "Arey han bhai, I'm here. Holiday got delayed a bit today."
He muttered, "bastard boss…"
His friend laughed. "Stop it, bhai. If I compare him to you, you're an even bigger monster than him. You've fooled Malik so many times—that's one thing. But you even fooled your state's CM, that's why you get five thousand every month. You blackmail eight bus drivers and take money from their own buses. And with your sales and marketing skills, how many people do you screw over every Sunday?"
Nazi waved him off. "Enough bhai, enough. Let's go now. It's gotten really late."
The road was deserted. They walked together, talking.
His friend asked, "By the way bro… is there anything in your life you actually want to achieve? Like a real goal?"
MC said, "No bro."
"Don't lie. Then why are you doing so many things at once? For money?"
MC paused, then spoke quietly. "Now there's no one left in my life I want to show that I'm something. I've achieved so many things already… but… but I got too late. Now I'm just living. Because goals are useless for me now."
"Okay bro, I'll head off," his friend said—his house had arrived.
MC said bye and kept walking forward. No emotion on his face. Just pure sadness. The sound of footsteps echoed. Light tears shimmered in his eyes. He wanted to cry out loud, but it didn't matter anymore. He knew that. Still, the regret was eating him from the inside.
Then he remembered that novel. He thought—only seven chapters left in this one too. After that I'll be alone again. Come on… let's finish it.
He put on his headphones, pulled up his hoodie. It was very cold. He walked faster toward home.
But the road was blocked. Barriers everywhere. No way through.
He turned back and tried going through the park. The moment he stepped inside, a sharp stone stabbed into his foot. He picked it up and slipped it into his hoodie pocket.
Then he saw two men coming toward him. One held an axe. The other had a knife.
And they weren't ordinary men—one was the CM, the other the PM of the country.
MC said, "Wow… such big people here? Came to meet me?"
The PM spoke. "Yes, you bastard. You used the CM to dig out my dark secrets too. And I'm the kind of man who finishes his enemies before they can even take the next step."
MC shrugged. "ohh man… here, take your secret. I just want to go home fast." (In his mind, the novel was still running.)
The axe man swung. MC dodged—but a deep cut opened across his chest. Blood started flowing.
MC threw his bag at the man in front—enough to distract him for a second. Then he drove the sharp stone straight into the axe man's eye. The man screamed in pain.
MC spoke calmly. "When I was thinking of entering this park… I already understood everything. But do you know why I still came? Because I got really tired of my life. There was one novel I could read and fall asleep peacefully… but you idiots wasted so much of my time. And even if I escape today, you'll come again tomorrow or the day after. Better to end the whole story right now."
He said it with a devilish smile.
Both men charged at him together. MC threw the same stone again—it hit one in the head. The other's axe had already sunk into MC's hand. The man looked into MC's eyes—and MC was still smiling like a psycho.
MC grabbed the axe, sliced the man's hand open. The axe dropped. MC picked it up and buried it into the PM's head. Half the skull split open. Brain visible. Blood sprayed like a fountain from the wound.
Then from behind, a knife plunged into MC's head. Intense pain. But he couldn't do anything. After a few moments, he felt nothing. He collapsed to the ground. Blood poured from his skull too.
His breathing slowed.
Inside his mind he said, "So this is my end? Even if I get another life… does it mean anything? Because in this life, the things I was supposed to do… I never did them."
The words carried pain—like a heavy stone placed on his heart.
Then his eyes opened. Like a newborn's.
In front of him stood a man with red hair and a beard. Dressed like a king, but in a black suit. Beside him was a man in a white suit. Six other children lay around.
The red-haired king spoke. "So this was the last one? Alright. Prepare to start project AUTONOMOUS FALLEN ANGEL."
Saying that, the king and the white-suit man walked out of the room.
MC thought to himself, "What… project AUTONOMOUS FALLEN ANGEL? I read that in the same novel…" am i in novel?
Right then, a system popup appeared in front of him.
It read:
"This is Moksha System"