The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 34: The City of Lost - Ozyrn

Zar narrowed his eyes, his thoughts a tangled storm of unease and realization. "What are you—" He stopped mid-sentence, inhaling sharply.

"System, show me my interface."

A familiar hum resonated in his mind as golden lines of code wove themselves into existence before his eyes, forming the text he had grown accustomed to. But this time... something felt different.

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[Status Interface]

Title: Master of Multiverse 9008

Realm: Multiversal God [90% Sealed (1% Recovered)]

Current Number of Multiverse: 9008

Authority: Presence of Supreme (1)

Innate Talent: Awakening (Estimated: 59 days)

True Form: ?? (Processing (10%)...)

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Zar's gaze locked onto a single word.

'Current'

He had seen it before, but now it struck him differently. Why did the System specify current before the number of multiverses? The realization hit him like a collapsing reality.

His lips parted slightly, his voice measured yet heavy.

"Now I get it."

The System chuckled, its tone carrying a strange sense of approval.

"Oh? Finally matured, have we? Took you long enough."

Zar ignored the jab. He was too focused on the weight of his own discovery.

"This means... there are multiverses that got destroyed."

A suffocating silence followed. Even the lingering golden threads of existence seemed to dim at his words.

Destruction of a reality was possible. Planes could collapse, timelines could be erased. But even if someone obliterated an entire reality, the multiverse itself would reconstruct it. That was a fundamental law.

The Nexus Verse was a self-repairing existence.

But to truly erase a multiverse?—to strip it from the layers of all things—meant surpassing the very will of that multiverse itself.

That level of power...

It was beyond imagination.

A deep, unsettling shudder ran down his spine. He knew this because of the System's hellish lessons.

The System let out a satisfied sigh.

["See? My lessons have made you more mature."]

Zar shuddered again, this time for an entirely different reason. The System's "lessons" had been anything but pleasant.

But he wasn't a fool. If entire multiverses had been erased, that meant even this one was vulnerable. This was why the System had insisted he join Nexus Academy.

He could ask who or what had done it.

But he already knew the answer.

The System wouldn't tell him. It would just mock him.

So, instead, he changed the subject.

"System... what are those beings?" His tone was sharp. "And how the hell did they survive their multiverse's destruction?"

A brief pause. Then, the System let out a mischievous chuckle.

["Didn't I just say? It's a secret."]

Zar's gaze darkened.

"..."

["Don't worry,"] the System continued, voice playful yet deliberate. ["I'll explain that later. But for now—"]

The air trembled. A shift in the very fabric of reality.

["Let's go. Your subordinates are waiting."]

Zar exhaled and took a step forward. The Gate loomed before him, glowing with untamed power. Without hesitation, he passed through—

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—And entered a world of his own making.

It was... breathtaking.

A domain of untamed celestial storms and boundless energy, a place where the very fabric of reality pulsed with his will.

At its heart swirled a cosmic vortex—an eternal maelstrom of golden radiance and electric fury, reflecting his power, intellect, and vision.

The skies crackled with lightning woven from knowledge itself, and the winds howled with the echoes of creation and destruction, embodying the duality of his existence.

The clouds shimmered with threads of energy, each strand a fragment of forgotten wisdom or an unfulfilled destiny, waiting to be shaped by his hand.

This was not just a realm.

It was a reflection of Zar's mind.

An ever-evolving storm where the past, present, and future collided, converged, and rewrote themselves.

Zar exhaled, his gaze sweeping across his creation.

"Well... this looks too good."

Then—his attention shifted.

A group of figures stood in the distance. The Main Gods and Lesser Gods.

Waiting.

Zar snapped his fingers.

And in an instant—

Reality warped.

In a single breath, the gods vanished from the storm realm—

—And reappeared in a city that could only be described as divine incarnate.

A city as vast as a universe.

Its towers stretched beyond the skies, carved from celestial marble and adorned with ethereal runes. Streets of luminescent stone pulsed with ancient power, and in the sky above, massive rings of golden light rotated slowly, holding in place entire floating continents.

This was Ozyrn.

A name that carried the weight of the fallen.

The destroyed ones.

Those who had lost everything.

Zar stepped forward, his presence commanding absolute attention.

He spoke, his voice resonating through the fabric of the city itself.

"Welcome to Ozyrn."

The words carried meaning beyond mere introduction. They spoke of loss, of survival, of something far greater than any of them understood yet.

Then, his gaze swept over the assembled main gods.

"You all have three hours to prepare your subordinates."

A pause.

"Keep this in mind—take the whole thing seriously." His tone darkened, a subtle warning. "This will affect your competition as well."

And then—

He disappeared.

Just like that.

The gods stood in stunned silence.

A realm... of half the size of the Nexus Verse itself.

A teleportation that defied even divine standards.

The sheer scale of Zar's power was unfathomable.

Among them, Aetherion was the most shaken, his eyes filled with silent disbelief.

But then—

Zephiron exhaled, shaking his head.

A slow, almost exasperated smirk crossed his lips.

"Now I need to get some kind of immunity for our master's absurdity."

The gods exchanged glances.

Because they all knew—

This was just the beginning.