The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 36: Arrival of Guest.

A quiet hum filled the grand hall as Zar stood on the balcony, his gaze fixed on the distant ruined world that now floated in the vast emptiness of space.

It was done.

The perfect battlefield had been created—a realm of shattered stone and fractured skies, where echoes of destruction still lingered in the air, yet the very land pulsed with an unyielding will to endure.

Torn spires of obsidian jutted out of the cracked earth, bathed in an eerie twilight. The skies above flickered between colors, shifting as though reality itself was uncertain whether to mourn or prepare for war.

Zar observed his creation with a calm, calculating gaze. "This should do."

Then, without another word, he turned away, stepping into the shimmering void that transported him back to his room.

A delicate fragrance of tea filled the air as Zar reclined in his seat, the cup warm against his fingertips. Steam curled into intricate patterns, vanishing before his eyes.

He sighed.

Three hours.

How the hell was he supposed to pass the time?

Taking a slow sip, he leaned back, contemplating various ways to kill time—perhaps a brief nap, a visit to another realm, or even...

His thoughts halted.

His eyes narrowed.

Something had entered his sanctum.

There was no sound, no fluctuation in space, but his instincts screamed at him. A presence unlike any he had encountered before.

In an instant, he vanished from his seat, exiting the realm.

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Zar reappeared within the heart of his Eternium Sanctum, his eyes locking onto the figure standing before him.

His breath hitched for just a moment.

She was breathtaking.

A goddess unlike any other he had seen.

Her ethereal green hair shimmered like woven strands of cosmic essence, cascading down her back like liquid jade. Her green eyes—vast, deep, and glowing with the very essence of the multiverse itself—held the weight of a thousand realms, yet radiated an unspoken gentleness. She wore a celestial dress, flowing and adorned with threads of existence itself, shimmering like the night sky celebrating creation. Every movement of the fabric sang with the rhythm of the multiverse, as if it was alive, woven from the very will of reality.

For the first time in a long time, even Zar was momentarily at a loss for words.

And without thinking, he muttered to system:

"She's beautiful."

A teasing chuckle echoed in his mind.

["Oh? So, are you saying Eterna, Nyxara, and Vaelora aren't?"]

Zar blinked.

"Huh? When did I say that?"

The System hummed, clearly amused. ["Oh? So you do find them beautiful?"]

A beat of silence.

Then, realization slammed into him.

Shit.

This was a trap.

His eyes twitched. His lips parted as if to deny, but his brain quickly caught up with the obvious bait.

"...You know what? I'm not playing this game."

The System clicked its imaginary tongue. ["Tch. Finally getting smarter, huh?"]

Zar ignored it and refocused on the goddess in front of him. He knew exactly who she was—or at least, what she represented.

"System, she's the consciousness of this multiverse, isn't she?"

["Bingo."]

Zar narrowed his eyes. "Then why the hell is her name Elythros? Doesn't sound very... feminine."

The System burst out laughing.

["When did I ever say Elythros was the consciousness of this verse?"]

Zar's mind came to a grinding halt.

"...Excuse me?"

His confusion only deepened as the System continued, its tone oddly pleased.

["Let me explain it in a way even your tired brain can understand. When this multiversal consciousness began awakening, it needed a place to develop, a vessel, if you will. That vessel was Elythros. While she resided within it, Elythros managed everything in her stead, ensuring the multiverse remained stable. Only once this multiverse reached a certain threshold could she fully manifest into a physical form—this form, right in front of you."]

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Zar exhaled sharply. "So, that's why Elythros needed a guardian."

At those words, his gaze flickered past her.

And sure enough—there he was.

Standing silently behind her, the Guardian of Elythros radiated an aura of quiet vigilance. Though he had yet to speak, his presence was undeniably powerful. His very existence hummed with a primal energy, as if bound by duty beyond mortal comprehension.

The silence between them stretched—an odd, growing awkwardness filling the air.

Then, in an effort to ease the tension, Zar smirked and spoke.

"Well now, my lady, do I have the pleasure of knowing your name, or should I keep calling you the most captivating mystery in this realm?"

The Guardian visibly tensed.

Zar arched a brow, confused—until he replayed his words in his mind.

Oh.

Oh, hell no.

That had definitely sounded like flirting.

His brain screeched to a halt.

And then, deep within his mind—

["PFFT—BWAHAHAHAH!!"]

As Zar heard the System's laughter echo in his mind, his expression darkened. He clenched his jaw before muttering, "FUCK YOU, SYSTEM."

The amusement in the System's voice only grew.

["Oh, come on. You should be thanking me. This was entertaining."]

Zar clicked his tongue. He knew the System was behind this mess.

But.

The System just wheezed, its laughter sounding as if it was rolling on the floor, clutching its imaginary stomach.

["OH MY GOD, ZAR!—"]

Zar clenched his fists, his face utterly deadpan. "I will end you."

But the System only laughed harder.