[Scene Instance: Available]
[Ability: Alter a minor narrative event]
[Warning: Each change affects the emotional structure of the canon]
Leo walked alone by the riverside, near the bridge where he knew Erina and Jonathan used to spend time together.
He wasn't there out of nostalgia—he was there for strategy.
He knew the beats of this story.
He knew that soon, Dio would forcefully kiss Erina.
A cruel act. One that, in the original timeline, would shatter the bond between Jonathan and Erina, filling both with guilt, rage, and pain.
A key event.
An emotional fracture Dio would use to break Jonathan even further.
"But I'm not Jonathan," Leo muttered.
And he activated the system.
[Scene Instance activated]
[Target Event: "Dio's Forced Kiss on Erina"]
[Suggested strategy: Interrupt encounter via external intervention]
Leo closed his eyes.
He pictured the moment.
Saw Dio following Erina. Saw the arrogance, the violence in his stare.
Saw his hand reaching for her chin.
And then… he changed it.
Erina was walking alone through the market street, carrying a basket of herbs.
Dio followed, wearing that hunter's grin.
"You look lovely today, Pendleton."
But just as he reached to grab her arm…
A cart loaded with barrels overturned in the middle of the street.
Barrels rolled. People screamed.
Dio stumbled. A stray dog peed on him. A child burst out laughing.
Erina walked away.
No fear.
No trauma.
No kiss.
Leo stood atop a nearby building, invisible, cloaked in shadow and the dampened pressure of his controlled aura.
[Scene Instance complete. Event removed. Emotional branch rewritten.]
[Outcome: Erina – Respect +2 / Trust +4]
[Dio Brando – Frustration +6 / Emotional instability: mild]
He smiled.
A small step.
A stone removed from the path.
But in a world bound to a script… a misplaced comma can topple an entire story.
Later, at dinner, Dio couldn't help but glare at Leo.
"Did you have anything to do with that…?"
Leo raised an eyebrow.
"With what? That the barrels weren't tied down properly? I'm not that influential, Dio."
Dio clenched his jaw. He couldn't prove anything.
But he felt it.
The world was no longer turning according to his will.
That night, Leo checked the system.
His Stand, The Archive Over Void, hovered beside him like a silent shadow made of words—
as if it hungered for the next chapter.
[New ability detected: Edit Fragment. You may alter dialogue or reactions of secondary characters during key events.]
Leo closed the menu.
"Soon, I'll change more than a scene."
And the universe whispered back:
"Partial authorship confirmed."