He did not have a world.
Rather, all worlds were his world.
He did not have a throne.
Rather, all thrones were his shadow.
When he appeared—
Space did not split.
Existence did not tremble.
Instead…
it straightened.
As if the universe adjusted its posture out of respect for him.
A simple body.
Calm features.
Eyes that reflected nothing.
He spoke in a voice that carried no threat:
"I knew you would arrive."
Kim did not stop.
"Then you were waiting."
Fate smiled faintly.
"I do not wait."
"I write."
---
The Truth
The stars around them turned into lines.
Every event.
Every death.
Every scream.
They were sentences in a vast book stretching without end.
Fate extended his hand.
A book appeared.
He opened a page.
An image of Kim being born.
Another of him killing.
Another of him falling.
Another of him returning.
"Every step… was here."
He closed the book.
"Even your rebellion."
Silence.
"Even your sacrifice of eternity."
He stepped closer.
"You did not break the system, Kim."
"You were fulfilling your role within it."
---
The System Trembles
It appeared before Kim:
Warning: Conceptual conflict
User is subject to comprehensive narrative
Freedom percentage: 0.03%
Kim did not grow angry.
He did not shout.
Instead…
He looked at the book.
And said:
"Then… you are the one who chose Nir's death."
Fate did not deny it.
"It was a necessary catalyst."
The air grew heavy.
But Kim did not explode.
He slowly raised his hand.
Skill: Path Fracture
The book trembled.
For the first time… Fate frowned.
"This is not possible."
Kim looked at him with steady eyes:
"You write…"
"But now… I influence."
---
Fate opened thousands of pages at once.
Future after future.
Endless scenarios.
In every one—
Kim dies.
Or loses.
Or becomes a monster.
Fate said:
"All paths end here."
Kim closed his eyes.
The system appeared in its full power.
Final Sovereignty System
Activated Property: Redefinition of Fate
The final line changed.
Fate: Undefined
Fate stepped back half a step.
For the first time.
"Impossible…"
Kim extended his hand toward the book.
He did not tear it apart.
He did not burn it.
Instead—
He pulled out a single page.
The page of his life.
He looked at it.
It was filled with arrows.
Forced paths.
Illusory choices.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Then he said:
"If there was no meaning in my effort to change the future…
If I was born with a fate that condemned me to ruin before I was even a demon…
If I was nothing but a small child…
Then who am I now?"
And he tore the page.
At that same moment—
The stars vanished.
The book evaporated.
Fate felt something he had never known before.
Emptiness.
"What did you do…?"
Kim opened his eyes.
"I removed my name from your story. The writing was poor."
---
Fate did not die.
But he was no longer absolute.
He no longer wrote.
He became…
a watcher only.
He whispered in a low voice:
"If you remove your fate… you will have no destiny."
Kim answered calmly:
"Better than being written by you.
Who are you to know what I intend to do?
You should not judge the book by its cover.
Had life not been so brutal, I would have remained as pure as the pages within it."
Then—
He used the Breath of Nothingness.
Not to stab.
But to draw.
A single line in the void.
Final Skill: Origin Liberation
The line severed the last link between him and the cosmic narrative.
The system trembled.
Then stabilized.
Final Update:
User outside the scope of Fate
Destiny: Untraceable
Status: Independent Entity
Fate whispered:
"You are now… without a written end."
Kim turned away.
"That was the point."