The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 50: God Of Joy 5

Causality cracked his neck, amusement glinting in his sharp eyes. "Alright... you asked for this."

In a blink, the space between them warped as chains laced with celestial glyphs erupted from Causality's fingertips, weaving around Joy like serpents.

The concept of motion itself buckled and twisted, freezing Joy in place as if reality itself refused to let him move.

Causality snapped his fingers. "Now!" he said, eyes darting to Decay and Thunder. "Take him out while he's locked."

But a calm voice cut through the tension. Joy's voice.

"You sure you got the right target?"

Causality's pupils shrank.

Before anyone could process what happened, the chains shattered like glass. The bindings dissolved—and behind them stood Thunder, frozen in place.

Joy appeared a few steps ahead, hands casually tucked behind his back, a smirk curving his lips.

Thunder struggled, trying to break free, but he was rooted to the spot.

"I swapped places while you were too focused," Joy said smoothly. Above his palm, a miniature sun flared to life, radiating unbearable heat. "And Thunder's the one trapped now."

Thunder's heart pounded, the weight of the heat searing against his frozen frame. Yet Joy's grin only widened as he leaned in closer, teleporting to whisper into Thunder's ear.

"You know, Thunder... this isn't a sun at all," he whispered, eyes gleaming mischievously. "It's a Divine Core Spike, cloaked in solar energy."

Thunder's breath hitched. His divine senses picked up the distinct pulse of the hidden spike—a forbidden weapon etched in forbidden runes.

Joy's voice remained playful. "I 'borrowed' it from Trickster before we came here specially for you. He won't mind... much."

"Joy!" Causality roared, yanking back the chains as Decay hurled her Synth of Decay in a desperate arc.

But they were too slow.

The radiant orb hurled toward Thunder—and in the next heartbeat, the Divine Core Spike ejected from its core, screaming like a meteor.

It pierced Thunder's chest, carving through his divine core. Thunder's eyes widened in shock as his entire body flickered, divine circuits shattering within.

Light swallowed him whole.

Then—gone.

Thunder disintegrated into shimmering particles, fading from the battlefield.

Joy exhaled, dusting his hands off. "One down," he said simply.

Causality's tense posture melted into laughter. "Damn... that was slick, man."

Before Joy could react, Causality closed the gap between them in a blink.

Joy instinctively raised a defensive stance—but Causality simply stood there, hands on his hips, expression curious.

Joy narrowed his eyes. "What's your game now?"

Causality's smile widened. "You know how this game works, right? We can't die here—our bodies and powers are real, but deaths? Only temporary."

Joy's eyes narrowed further.

"So," Causality continued, stepping even closer, voice dropping low, "how much damage do you think I can cause if I self-detonate right here?"

Joy's stomach dropped. "Self-detonate?"

Causality's chains flared outward, encasing both of them inside a massive dome forged from causal threads.

Joy growled. "You're insane."

Causality shrugged. "You forced my hand. Let's see how real this damage feels."

Joy's mind raced. He knew both of them wouldn't truly die, not here. But the detonation would still be painful.

"See," Causality said softly, "I've always wondered how much force I could unleash if I turned myself into a causal bomb. And right now? You're the perfect guinea pig."

Joy's instincts screamed at him as he summoned power to break the dome, but Causality's chains reinforced faster than he could counter.

Outside, Decay's eyes sharpened. "That idiot," she muttered, watching from afar.

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Then—

BOOM.

A flash brighter than a collapsing star engulfed the dome. An explosion ruptured the very layers of reality, rippling outward like a storm devouring dimensions.

The battlefield warped and distorted, rifts and voids tearing in the aftermath of the shockwave. Entire planes in the distance collapsed into fractal chaos before the Nexus stabilized them.

Decay braced herself, her Synth manifesting to shield her. Even still, the impact hurled her across the battlefield, tearing through craters and jagged terrain.

She slammed into a cliffside, coughing as she stood, staring in disbelief.

The battlefield—still mostly intact, safeguarded by the Zar's unyielding rules—buzzed with lingering distortion. Fissures of causality stitched themselves shut, reality slowly correcting the tears.

Decay wiped blood from her lip, narrowing her eyes at the smoldering crater where the dome once stood.

"Joy...?"

The dust settled.

No movement.

No signs of life.

But then, as she prepared to search further, she noticed her fingertips flickering. Her arm followed next.

"No way," she whispered.

Light particles peeled away from her form as the battlefield's rules took hold.

"Guess I win..." she muttered with a faint, ironic smirk. "In the dumbest way possible."

With that, the last goddess dissolved, leaving only silence behind.

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'Regret is the razor that slashes the soul, a slow bleed of 'if onlys' and 'maybes' that poisons the present and shrouds the future in an eternal darkness of what could have been.'