The heavy iron doors at the back of the hall creaked open. Out stepped a man with a long, white beard and eyes that looked like they had seen the birth of stars. This was Lord Barnaby, the Guild Master and a retired Level 50 Legend.
He looked at the hole in the wall, the broken divine axe on the counter, and finally at Sakura. Unlike the others, Barnaby's "Ancient Eye" skill allowed him to see a sliver of the truth. To him, Sakura didn't look like a human—he looked like a primordial sun disguised as a boy.
"Enough!" Barnaby's voice boomed, silencing the whispers. He walked up to the counter, ignoring the groaning Grog in the wall. "Young man, you've caused more property damage in five minutes than a dragon attack."
"I'm really sorry," Sakura said, bowing his head. "Reil is just... protective. I'll pay for the tables!"
"Money isn't the issue," Barnaby said, his eyes narrowing. "You want a quest? I have one. It's been on the board for fifty years. It's listed as F-Rank, but no one has ever completed it."
The veteran adventurers in the room gasped. "Not that one, Master! That's a death trap!"
Sakura's eyes lit up. "F-Rank? That sounds perfect! Is it picking flowers? Cleaning a basement?"
"It is a gathering quest," Barnaby said, a small, devious smirk hidden in his beard. "Deep within the Wailing Abyss—a canyon south of the city—grows a plant called the [Midnight Ghost-Lily]. It only grows in the center of a 'Corrupted Zone' where the mana is so toxic it melts steel. Bring me one, and I'll overlook the wall."
"Toxic mana? Sounds like great fertilizer," Sakura chirped, grabbing the quest paper.
"I'll be back before lunch! Reil, stay here and don't break anything else. That's an order."
Reil let out a depressed whine and flopped onto the floor, her tail giving a sad, single thump.
To the rest of the world, the Wailing Abyss was a scar on the earth filled with Level 300 undead and poisonous fog. To Sakura, it just looked like a garden that hadn't been weeded in a while.
As he walked down the canyon, a [Lich King] (Level 350) rose from the purple mist, raising a staff made of human bone. "MORTAL... YOU SHALL JOIN MY ARMY OF THE DAMNED—"
FLICK.
Sakura flicked a pebble at the Lich's forehead because it was blocking his view of the flowers.
BOOM.
The pebble, moving at Mach 10, didn't just hit the Lich—it deleted its upper torso and kept going, carving a new tunnel through the canyon wall.
"Stupid skeletons, always shouting," Sakura muttered. He reached the center of the "Toxic Zone." The purple fog was so thick it was literally eating away at the ground. Sakura took a deep breath.
"Ah, smells like... lavender? The System must be filtering the poison again."
He spotted the Midnight Ghost-Lily. It was a beautiful, glowing flower, but as he reached for it, the "Guardian" of the Abyss—a [Void-Stalker Hydra] the size of a cathedral—burst from the ground.
"ROOOOOOAR!"
Sakura looked at the seven-headed beast. "Oh, you're perfect! I needed a multi-head watering system for the cabbages! You look like you can hold a lot of water."
An hour later, the Guild doors kicked open. Sakura walked in, looking completely clean, holding a bunch of the glowing Ghost-Lilies like they were common daisies.
Behind him, he was pulling a rope. Tied to the rope was the Void-Stalker Hydra. The legendary beast, which had terrified the Empire for centuries, was now wearing a muzzle and looking absolutely traumatized. Its seven heads were drooping, and it was whimpering like a kicked puppy.
"I got the flowers!" Sakura announced, slamming the lilies onto the counter. "And I found this stray dog-thing in the pit. I figured it could help with the irrigation back at the farm. Is that allowed?"
Lord Barnaby's glass of ale shattered in his hand. The entire Guild fell into a silence so deep you could hear a feather drop.
'He... he didn't just gather the flowers,' Barnaby thought, his soul trembling. 'He domesticated the Calamity of the South.'
Lord Barnaby stared at the Void-Stalker Hydra as it let out a submissive, bubbly gurgle at Sakura's feet. Barnaby's brain was basically blue-screening. He had spent his entire life hearing legends of this beast—how it had devoured whole battalions of High Knights—and now it was being used as a glorified garden hose.
"The reward..." Barnaby choked out, his voice several octaves higher than usual. "R-right. The reward."
He fumbled behind the counter and pulled out a small, velvet pouch. "The posted reward for the Ghost-Lily was 500 Gold Crowns. But... considering you brought back the entire Source of the Corruption as a... pet... I am legally obligated to award you the [Guild Master's Emergency Fund]."
He slapped a heavy, platinum-inlaid card onto the counter. "This is a Universal
Credit Tablet. It's loaded with 50,000 Platinum Pieces. You could literally buy a small moon with this."
"Fifty thousand?!" Sakura's eyes went wide. Internally, he was doing the math. 'That's enough to buy the high-grade enchanted fertilizer AND that premium A-Rank salt Gaia likes! Finally, I can stop using the weird sea salt!'
"Thank you! This is great!" Sakura beamed, pocketing the card. He turned to the Hydra and gave it a friendly pat on one of its scaly heads. "See? I told you being a farmhand pays off. Now, let's go. We've got to find the girls."
Sakura walked out of the Guild, casually leading the seven-headed Hydra through the streets of the Capital. People weren't just screaming; they were fanning themselves and fainting in piles. The Royal Guard was mobilizing, but every time a captain looked into the Hydra's eyes, they saw the infinite trauma reflected there and decided to "stay back and observe."
He eventually found Gaia, Elara, and Mina standing in front of a high-end boutique.
Gaia was draped in a new "simple" dress—this one made of [Starlight Silk] that shimmered with every movement, hugging her world-bearing hips even tighter than the linen one. Elara and Mina looked like true royalty, their new elven gowns embroidered with Mana-Crystals.
"Master!" Mina chirped, running up to him. She then stopped dead, looking up at the fourteen yellow eyes staring down at her. "Um... Master? Why did you bring a Hydra to lunch?"
"He's the new irrigation system!" Sakura said proudly. "His name is... uh... Sploshy. He can spray water, mist, and I think one of his heads does liquid fertilizer. Anyway, did you buy the whole market?"
Gaia glided forward, her emerald eyes scanning the Hydra with a look of "I've seen bigger," before resting her gaze on Sakura. She leaned in, her scent of lilies and ancient power making Sakura's face heat up instantly.
"The girls were quite modest, My Lord," Gaia purred. "But I found a few items that require... a private showing back at the farm. To ensure they fit the 'Author's vision,' of course."
Sakura's face went full tomato. "R-right! Fit! Vision! Great!"
Neither the city's walls nor its elite guard were prepared for the [Abyssal Breach].
As Sakura stood there with his new pet Hydra, the sky over the Capital didn't just turn dark—it bled. Massive, jagged rifts in reality tore open, and a swarm of Level 300 Greater Demons began raining down onto the streets.
The Guild Master, Lord Barnaby, stumbled out of the wreckage of the Guild hall, his face pale as he clutched his staff. "The Void Cult! They've used a forbidden ritual to open a gate inside the city! They've taken the civilians and the low-rank adventurers hostage in the South Plaza!"
He looked at Sakura with a look of pure desperation. "Saint Zeno! My men are being slaughtered! The Cultists are using a [Soul-Binding Barrier]—if we attack, the hostages die! Please... you have to help!"
Sakura's face went from "embarrassed farmer" to "The Author" in a heartbeat. He looked at the chaos, the screaming families, and the oily black mana of the Cultists. 'I didn't write this world just so some edgy cultists could ruin the ending.'
"Gaia, Reil," Sakura said, his voice low and vibrating with a power that made the stone beneath his feet crack. "The Mortal Protocol is temporarily suspended. Cleanup duty."
Sakura didn't run; he stepped. With one stride, he bypassed the entire city block and appeared in the South Plaza.
Dozens of Cultists in purple robes were chanting around a massive, pulsing cage of shadow containing hundreds of terrified people. At the center stood a High Apostle of the Void, holding a dagger made of solidified sorrow.
"Interloper!" the Apostle shrieked. "Stay back, or I shall sacrifice every soul in this"
[Skill Activated: Author's Authority — Draft Deletion]
Sakura didn't even use a spell. He simply reached out his hand and made a "pinching" motion in the air.
SNAP.
The "Indestructible" Soul-Binding Barrier didn't just break; it ceased to exist. The shadow cage evaporated into white sparkles. The Cultists' weapons turned into harmless stalks of celery.
"My... my magic..." the Apostle gasped, looking at his celery-dagger. "What have you done?!"
"I'm editing your scene," Sakura said, his cosmic violet eyes glowing with a terrifying light. "And I've decided you're a filler character."
He turned to his "pet" Hydra. "Sploshy! Use the third head! High-pressure 'Holy Water' spray! Wash the rot off these streets!"
ROAR!
Sploshy's middle head unleashed a torrent of glowing, sanctified water. It didn't harm the citizens, but the moment it touched a demon or a cultist, they screamed as their dark mana was "uninstalled" from reality.
Zeno felt something was of about the situation,looked at the floor of the plaza and with one punch the ground didn't just crack under Zeno's fist; it vanished. Sensing a "glitch" in the city's foundation that didn't match his original blueprints, Sakura delivered a casual blow that sent the entire group—Sploshy the Hydra and all—plummeting into the darkness below.
As the dust settled, Sakura realized they weren't in a sewer. They were standing in a [Secret Abyssal Labyrinth], a place woven from black stone and pulsing with a level of demonic energy that would have liquidated a normal knight instantly.
Before them stood thousands of Level 300 Void Sentinels, their eyes glowing like dying stars. In the center was a massive ritual circle, where a [Demon lord Candidate] was channeling a portal even larger than the one above.
"Oh," Sakura said, looking around the massive hall. "So the city attack was just the loading screen. This is the actual main quest."
The Guild Master, Lord Barnaby, clutched his chest. "A hidden stronghold right beneath the Emperor's throne?! They've been digging this for decades!"
The demons didn't wait for a greeting. Ten thousand high-level monsters charged at once, their roar shaking the very pillars of the Empire
Sakura looked at the charging horde with the bored expression of a gardener seeing a fresh patch of weeds.
"Sploshy, take the left flank. Reil, take the right. Don't worry about the floor—I already broke it."
As Reil transformed back into her [Divine Wolf] form and Sploshy began spraying pressurized holy acid from all seven heads, Sakura walked toward the Demon lord Candidate.
"I don't know who gave you the permit for this basement," Sakura said, his voice echoing with the weight of the Creator. "But you're way past the noise ordinance limit."
The Demon Lord Candidate—Vorgas the Eternal—leaned back on a throne made of human bone, swirling a chalice of black ichor. He didn't even look at Zeno. To him, the "Farmer" was just a bug that had fallen through the ceiling.
"Bring the next batch," Vorgas drawled, his golden eyes flickering with boredom. "The Void requires more 'fuel' to stabilize the gate."
Behind him, several high-ranking Empire Nobles, their faces twisted by greed and dark mana, dragged a group of trembling citizens forward. Among them was a woman, her clothes torn and her body covered in deep, jagged lacerations. She was hunched over a small girl, shielding her child with her own broken body.
"Please..." the mother whispered, her voice a ragged wheeze. "Take me. Just... let my daughter go. Please."
One of the corrupt nobles laughed, kicking her in the ribs. "Quiet, wench! Your lives are finally worth something. You're building a new world for us!"
The Guild Master, Lord Barnaby, let out a scream of pure agony. "Count Valerius! General Kahl! You sold your own people?! You monsters!"
Sakura stood in the center of the carnage. He wasn't looking at the demons. He was looking at the mother.
In his mind, a door he had kept locked for years slammed open. He remembered the hospital room. He remembered the "fake" tears of his own mother asking for a million dollars while he coughed up blood. He remembered the hollow feeling of being a "source of income" rather than a son.
But here... here was a mother who was willing to be erased from existence for a child who had nothing to give her.
It was too much. The "Zen" of the Farmer snapped.
The temperature in the labyrinth didn't just drop; it died. The air became so heavy that the corrupt nobles were slammed face-first into the stone, their bones snapping under the sudden atmospheric pressure.
"You..." Sakura's voice wasn't human. It was the sound of a universe grinding to a halt.
His Omni-Eyes, usually a calm cosmic violet, suddenly ignited. They turned a Blood Crimson Red, the galaxies within them beginning to swirl and explode in a violent, supernova-like frenzy. A black, vein-like mark—the [Sigil of the Void-Maker]—crawled up his neck and across his cheek.
Vorgas the Demon Candidate dropped his chalice. His golden eyes widened in a terror he hadn't felt in ten thousand years. "What... what are you?!"
Sakura didn't answer. He simply took a step forward.
[Skill Activated: Erasure of the Unworthy]
Every monster, demon, and void-beast within fifty feet of him didn't just die. They were deleted. As Sakura walked, the creatures simply turned into grey ash, their souls being unwritten from the narrative before they could even scream.
He reached the corrupt nobles. They were sobbing, clawing at the ground, unable to even look at him.
"You traded lives for power?" Sakura asked, his voice a low, vibrating hum that made the very air bleed. "Then I shall trade your existence for Nothingness."
He waved a hand, and the nobles were sucked into a microscopic black hole that opened in their chests, vanishing forever.
With every once of strength he could muster,he finally excaped and completed the ritual becoming a arch demon he then looks right at Zeno with his new power he used the origin of darkness on Zeno but Zeno was calm the darkness pathed then entered him
"H-how is that possible this was the origin of all darkness a power given by prince maphaal himself" Vorgas was shocked
"Exactly," Zeno's voice cut through the thick, oily silence of the abyss, sounding like the closing of a heavy book. "I am the Origin of everything."
Vorgas, now an [Arch-Demon of the Void], stood frozen. His skin had turned into shifting obsidian, and his wings were vast enough to cover the city above, but his eyes were wide with a terror that transcended mortality. The [Origin of Darkness]—the ultimate "Delete" button given by Prince Malphas—hadn't just failed. It had been absorbed.
As the darkness entered Zeno, his crimson eyes flickered, the exploding stars within them settling into a cold, terrifying void. He looked at his own hand, watching the black energy weave into his skin like ink returning to a pen.
"This 'power' you're so proud of..." Zeno said, taking a slow, heavy step toward the Arch-Demon. "It's just a smudge on the page I haven't bothered to wipe away yet. You think darkness is your ally? I created the very concept of the shadow so that the light would have a place to rest."
Vorgas, now fueled by pure desperation and the Arch-Demon's pride, refused to accept the gap between them. "I AM A GOD NOW! THE VOID CANNOT BE UNDONE!"
He roared, summoning the [Cataclysmic Void-Blade], a weapon forged from the literal deaths of a thousand stars. He lunged at Zeno, the blade vibrating with a frequency that was supposed to shatter the soul of anyone it touched. The air around the blade was screaming, reality itself peeling back like burnt paper.
Zeno didn't move. He didn't even raise his hand. He just looked at the incoming blade with a cold, tired gaze.
[Skill Activated: Author's Authority — Power Nullification]
As the blade was inches from Zeno's chest, a ripple of translucent light expanded from his body. It wasn't a shield; it was a redefinition of reality.
In a heartbeat, the "Divine Void-Blade" turned into a brittle, rusted piece of scrap iron. The Arch-Demon's massive, obsidian-muscled arm suddenly felt like wet noodles. The dark divinity pouring out of Vorgas didn't just stop—it evaporated, leaving him as nothing more than a tall, confused man with cardboard wings.
Vorgas stumbled, the weight of his own momentum carrying him forward until he fell face-first at Zeno's feet. He tried to summon even a spark of darkness, but his mana pool was as dry as a desert. It was as if he had been disconnected from the universe's server.
"How..." Vorgas croaked, staring at his trembling, powerless hands. "What did you do to my power?!"
"I didn't take it," Zeno said, looking down at him. "I just reminded the world that it doesn't belong to you. You were playing with my ink, Vorgas. I've simply decided you're no longer allowed to hold the pen."
Zeno's Crimson eyes remained locked on the demon, the Power Nullification field growing so strong that even the gravity in the room began to fail.
Vorgas thought he could handle a slugfest, but he realized too late that every time Zeno's fist connected, it wasn't just a punch—it was like being hit by the weight of a falling dimension.
[Skill Activated: Physics Override — Absolute Momentum]
Zeno stepped into Vorgas's guard and delivered a devastating uppercut. The impact didn't just sound like a crack; it sounded like a mountain splitting in half. The Arch-Demon was launched upward, turning into a black streak that tore through the labyrinth ceiling, through the foundations of the Capital, and straight into the clouds.
Vorgas drifted in the upper atmosphere, his mind a haze of white noise and shattered teeth. But just as his eyes flickered open, his blood ran cold.
Zeno was standing on his chest in mid-air, looking down at him with those terrifying Crimson eyes, his straw hat not even ruffled by the supersonic ascent.
"You like the view?" Zeno asked, his voice calm despite the whistling wind. "From up here, the world looks so small. It's easy to forget how much damage people like you cause."
Before Vorgas could even mutter a plea, Zeno pivoted his weight. He didn't just kick; he stamped his foot down with the force of a meteor strike.
BOOM.
Vorgas was hammered back toward the planet. He broke the sound barrier instantly, a trail of friction-fire igniting around his body. He slammed into the center of the wasteland outside the city with such force that the ground buckled for miles.
A massive, mushroom-shaped cloud of dust and debris rose into the air. When the smoke cleared, Vorgas lay at the bottom of a mile-wide crater, his obsidian armor shattered and his divinity leaking out like spilled oil. He couldn't even move a finger; he was just a broken "final boss" waiting for the Author to close the book.
Zeno descended from the sky like a falling leaf, landing gently on the rim of the crater.
"I'm done playing," Zeno said, the black marks on his face pulsing. "You've trampled enough of my world today."
Vorgas, trembling and coughing up black ichor, desperate to understand what kind of monster he was fighting, activated his ultimate forbidden eye: [Eye of the Forbidden Truth]. He wanted to see Zeno's status, his past, and his limits.
The vision didn't just show him a status screen; it dragged his soul out of his body.
First, Vorgas looked down. He wasn't standing on dirt anymore. He was standing on an Infinite Cosmic Wall that stretched across the multiverse. He looked up, and his mind began to fracture. What he thought was the sky was just the palm of a hand—a hand so vast that galaxies were merely dust motes on its skin.
Then, the true vision hit him like a physical blow.
He saw the Throne of the Beginning. He saw the Primordial Gods who created time, the Ancient Immortals who lived for billions of years, the Demon Kings of the Deepest Hells, and the Heroes of every era. Every single one of them—beings who could erase Vorgas with a thought—were pressed face-down against the floor in absolute, terrifying submission.
And sitting on that golden throne, draped in robes woven from the very fabric of reality, was Zeno.
The Zeno in the vision didn't look like a farmer. He looked like the Reason for existence. Every word ever spoken, every life ever lived, and every star ever ignited was just a drop of ink from his pen.
Vorgas's "Eye of Truth" shattered, blood pouring from his sockets. He collapsed back into the mud of the crater, his mind completely broken. He didn't just feel fear; he felt the crushing weight of his own insignificance. He had tried to kill the man who had dreamed him into being.
You..." Vorgas wheezed, his voice a pathetic rattle. "You... aren't a Sage. You aren't a God... You're the... the..."
"I'm just a farmer," Zeno said, his Crimson eyes finally fading back to a soft, tired violet. He looked down at the broken demon. "And you're just a character who overstayed his welcome."
Zeno raised his hand one last time.
Vorgas let out a primal, desperate scream. He unleashed every ounce of his new divinity, his claws tearing through the spatial fabric of the labyrinth. "IMPOSSIBLE! THE PRINCE PROMISED ME ETERNITY! I AM THE END!"
"No," Zeno whispered, appearing inches from Vorgas's face in a fraction of a nanosecond. He didn't use a punch or a spell. He simply placed a single finger on the Arch-Demon's forehead.
[Skill Activated: Narrative Finality — The Last Period.]
The Crimson-Red glow in Zeno's eyes flared one last time. "You're not the End. You're just a typo."
White, blinding light erupted from Zeno's fingertip. It didn't explode; it erased. Vorgas's obsidian body began to crack, but instead of blood, letters and ink-like smoke poured out of the wounds. He wasn't dying; he was being undone. His memories, his power, and his very name were pulled back into Zeno's aura.
In seconds, the Arch-Demon was gone. Not a single atom remained.
Zeno turned his head toward the wounded mother and her daughter. The bloodthirsty aura vanished instantly, replaced by a warmth so pure it felt like a summer morning back at the farm. He knelt beside them, his hand glowing with a soft, gold light as he touched the mother's shattered ribs.
"Rest now," he said softly. "The story's over for the monsters."
The Labyrinth began to collapse, the dark mana holding it together having been devoured by its Creator.