The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 30: Welcome to the Classroom

Zar was having the most peaceful sleep of his life.

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For once, no stress.Just pure rest.

And that because—

A dream.

No, not just any dream.

A dream where his System was bowing before him.

It wasn't just obedient.

It was praising him, calling him Supreme Master, and offering him absolute control over him.

Zar stood in a throne room made of endless data streams and glowing runes. Before him, an enormous System interface floated like a divine entity, its text shimmering in gold.

"My Lord," the System's voice echoed, submissive and full of reverence. "All of existence bends to your will. You need only speak, and I shall obey."

Zar smirked. "Well, it's about time."

The System continued, "Would you like to activate the 'Eternal Ruler' mode, my supreme? With it, you shall never suffer again—"

Then—

A harsh, mocking voice interrupted.

["Wake up, sleeping beauty."]

Zar jerked awake.

His eyes snapped open, and his surroundings had changed entirely.

Gone was the Vault. Gone were the threads of existence.

Now, he was in a place that could only be described as Void.

It stretched endlessly in all directions, yet it felt like it was neither big nor small.

There was no light, no darkness, no matter—just nothingness.

And yet, he was standing on something.

Somewhere in the distance, stars flickered, but they were not real stars—just illusions, flickering in and out of existence like the echoes of forgotten gods.

Then, the System's voice spoke again, but this time, there was something... off about it.

["Well, you were unconscious for two hours, so yeah—now you've got four hours to learn everything. So be ready for it."]

The voice was gentle.

But also... suspiciously playful.

Zar rubbed his temples. "Okay, first question—where the hell am I?"

The System chuckled.

["Oh, well, let's just say your sudden power surge was causing damage back there. So, I moved you... outside your Multiverse."]

Zar froze.

"...You what?"

The System paused, then added, ["But don't worry! You can still complete your 'crash course' here."]

Zar sighed, shaking his head. "Alright. Fine. Now what?"

["Oh, nothing much,"] the System replied casually.

["You just need to learn how to create threads of existence from scratch."]

A long, unbearable silence followed.

Pin-drop silence.

Then—

Zar burst out laughing.

Like, genuine, from-the-soul laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Oh man, good one, System. 'Create threads of existence'? Classic. You really had me there."

The System laughed with him.

["Haha, yeah, I know, right? Hilarious."]

Both of them laughed for a solid ten seconds.

Then—

The System's voice turned dead serious.

["But... that wasn't a joke."]

Zar's face instantly froze.

"...What the fuck are you saying?"

The System's interface flickered slightly.

["Relax. I'll help you this time."]

Zar scoffed. "'Help'? Hah. Like hell you will."

The System's voice turned... mysterious.

["Oh, trust me... you'll LOVE my help."]

Before Zar could react—

Reality twisted.

And suddenly—

He was in a classroom?

Zar blinked.

He was sitting at a desk.

In front of him was a massive floating screen, displaying the System's interface.

The walls were made of shifting cosmic energy, glowing with endless symbols and equations.

And standing at the front of the room—

Was the System.

Not as a person. Not as a voice.

But as a floating holographic interface with imaginary hands.

The System clapped its nonexistent hands.

["Now, let's start your first lesson!"]

Zar tried to stand up.

Tried to speak.

But he couldn't.

He was completely frozen.

The System sighed.

["Oh, don't look so offended. I just know you'd start blabbering, so I took the liberty of making sure you stay quiet."]

It smiled.

["Now, for your first task—adjust your perception of reality by 3 million times."]

Zar's face twisted in disbelief.

"How the hell am I supposed to—"

But before he even finished that thought—

It happened.

Instinctively.

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, his perception shifted.

Time slowed.

Stretched.

Expanded.

Suddenly, the world moved in a way he had never comprehended before.

Then—

The System chuckled.

["Confused? Heh. Well, you forgot what realm you're in and what happened two hours ago."]

Before Zar could even process that—

The lesson began.

What followed was a blur of visions, lectures, and endless information.

The System blabbered nonstop, while Zar's mind was flooded with knowledge about threads of existence, reality weaving, and fundamental forces.

He couldn't even pause or slow down.

It was pure chaos.

Two hours passed in real-time.

Zar was shaking.

His brain felt like it had been rewritten a thousand times over.

The System clapped.

["Well, that's it for today! Hope you liked it."]

Zar just sat there.

Motionless.

His soul had left his body.

But then—

The System added one last thing.

["Now, next lesson—how to create a realm."]

Zar snapped back to reality.

He immediately stood up, turned around, and bolted for the door.

"NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. FUCK THIS. I'M OUT."

He threw open the classroom door and ran like a madman.

Down the infinite corridor, sprinting as if his very existence depended on it.

He looked around—

No System in sight.

He exhaled in relief.

"Alright, I'm safe. I finally escaped that damn—"

Then he paused.

Something was wrong.

He was still... in the classroom corridor.

His face paled.

"...I'm fucked."

Because he had forgotten one key fact.

He was connected to the System.

Which meant—

["B00."]

A dark, glitched System interface with a creepy smile popped up in front of him.

For a moment, time stopped.

Then—

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Zar screamed like his soul had left his body.

He stumbled backward, his heart pounding as if he had just witnessed the birth of an eldritch god.

"I AM NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE!" he yelled.

The System?

It ignored him.

Instead, it grabbed him by the ear.

Not physically—since it was an interface, it didn't have a physical form.

But somehow, through sheer conceptual absurdity, it used an imaginary hand to grab him like a misbehaving child.

And then—

It dragged him.

"No! No! I refuse! Let me go, you bastard!" Zar kicked, struggled, and flailed like a child throwing a tantrum.

The System? It simply hummed a tune as it dragged him back into the classroom.

With a thud, Zar was plopped back into his seat.

And then—

It happened again.

Two more hours of hellish lessons.

By the end of it—

Zar sat at his desk like a dead man.

His eyes empty.

Foam dripping from his mouth.

The System chuckled.

["Good job! Now... next lesson—"]

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Author:

Just remember,

"Life's hardest hits are often its loudest whispers, guiding us towards our greatest growth."

And

Be there my friend. (°•°)