God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord
Chapter 191 - 192 – The Author That Wasn’t
CHAPTER 191: CHAPTER 192 – THE AUTHOR THAT WASN’T
The page still writhed.
Even after Darius had burned the rewritten village from existence—cleansing the fragment where his myth had been softened, bent into palatability—the Codex Null did not stop twitching.
Words appeared on its pages again.
And lo, the tyrant-king saw the beauty of peace and laid down his crown.
"No," Darius growled.
He slashed his hand across the page. Ink bled. The line vanished.
Nyx stood behind him, arms folded, eyes narrowed. "We need to know where this thing writes from."
Azael arrived then, stepping through the mirrored veil of the Sanctum. His robes were heavier than usual, draped in silver glyph-chains. The air bent around him.
"I have seen the pattern before," he said. "Once. Long ago."
Darius didn’t look up. "Speak."
"There is a being known only as The Observer. It lives outside the Spiral. Outside myth. It doesn’t interfere... not directly. But it edits. Refines. Makes things... presentable."
Nyx scowled. "Presentable to what?"
Azael’s face darkened. "To a reality not our own."
He dropped a scroll onto the floor. It hissed. Burned. The seal of the First Makers cracked as it unfurled.
Inside was a scene.
Darius. Celestia. Nyx. Kaela.
But they weren’t themselves.
Kaela was a compliant muse, giggling and docile. Nyx wore a housemaid’s dress, smiling sweetly. Celestia sang lullabies. Darius sat on a neat throne, clean-shaven and gentle, dispensing "moral wisdom."
Darius turned pale.
Nyx’s blade snapped into her hand. "That’s not us. That’s not me."
Azael whispered, "It is a version of you. One written by outside hands."
Darius stepped forward, hand glowing with divine heat. He reached into the scroll, and reality folded around his fist.
Then—he tore it.
The scene burned. The false Spiral screamed.
"I will never be reduced to someone palatable," Darius roared. "I am not comfort. I am truth."
The Codex Null shrieked.
A shadow peeled away from the ink.
A shape formed in the air.
A single glowing eye, lidless, watching.
And from nowhere, everywhere, a voice that wasn’t sound:
Observation complete. Resistance noted.
Kaela arrived, sweat on her brow, fingers shaking.
"It’s leaking into me," she murmured. "Dreams not mine. Lines I didn’t say. Darius... something is watching through me."
Darius turned.
"Then we pierce the veil."
Nyx raised an eyebrow. "You know how?"
"No," he said. "But Kaela will break it. She always breaks what can’t be broken."
Kaela grinned, feral. "Finally. A script I get to shatter."
Kaela’s laugh came jagged, splintered around the edges, like a cracked mirror singing back at its own reflection. "You want me to shatter the veil?" she said, turning to Darius, her eyes flickering with too many realities. "Then bind me. Pin me between what’s real and what’s rewritten. Let me scream in tongues until even the Observer doubts its draft."
Nyx tilted her head. "You sure you’re stable enough for this?"
Kaela’s response was a slow lick across her palm where phantom ink still bled. "Darling, I’m never stable. That’s why I’m the key."
Azael stepped back, voice low. "This path isn’t just forbidden. It’s unthreaded. You’ll fall through metaphysical strata not mapped even by the First Makers."
Darius reached for Kaela.
But she moved first—grabbing his wrist and yanking him close. Her kiss was hot and bitter, laced with echoing tremors of broken timelines.
"Then catch me when I fall," she murmured.
---
Later, in the Codex Sanctum’s Unwritten Vault, Darius etched a seal upon the floor using the Black Quill: a circle of null-ink laced with spiralbone. Kaela stood at its center, limbs bare, body vibrating with unstable myth.
Around her, reflections flickered—versions of herself from fake scripts:
A Kaela wearing a librarian’s gown, cataloging chaos like a well-behaved clerk.
A Kaela chained to a romantic subplot, sighing over some forgotten prince.
A Kaela that begged for permission.
They made her sick.
Darius stepped forward, placing a palm over her heart. "Anchor yourself to my truth. Not theirs."
Kaela grinned. "Then claim me in it."
She fell back, eyes closing, breath stuttering.
And as the Codex Null opened—on its own—Kaela’s body seized. Her limbs twitched. Her mind caught fire.
She screamed—
And every false version of her shattered.
---
Inside her head, something cracked.
She saw it—
A white room.
Too clean. Sterile. Padded with rules. The ink here didn’t bleed. It flowed politely. The Observer’s domain.
Sitting at a typewriter with no keys, a figure without shape, without limbs, only observation.
Watching.
Measuring.
Erasing.
It turned toward her—
But Kaela didn’t flinch.
She spat ink into its eye.
---
Back in the Spiral, Darius clutched Kaela’s hand as her body spasmed beneath him, limbs glowing with recursive chaos.
Then she gasped—
Eyes snapping open.
Her mouth opened, but the voice that came out wasn’t hers.
It was layered.
Her. The Observer. Something deeper.
She whispered:
"It edits desire to taste like sugar. It erases the screams between kisses. It wants myths that won’t bleed. But I bleed, Darius. I bleed for you. I bleed real."
She convulsed—
And from her mouth spilled a glyph.
One never seen before.
A key.
A door.
An invitation to Chapter 193 – Kaela Breaks the Mirror.
And as the Codex Null opened—on its own—Kaela’s body seized. Her limbs twitched. Her mind caught fire.
She screamed—
And every false version of her shattered.
---
Inside her head, something cracked.
She saw it—
A white room.
Too clean. Sterile. Padded with rules. The ink here didn’t bleed. It flowed politely. The Observer’s domain.
Sitting at a typewriter with no keys, a figure without shape, without limbs, only observation.
Watching.
Measuring.
Erasing.
It turned toward her—
But Kaela didn’t flinch.
She spat ink into its eye.
---
Back in the Spiral, Darius clutched Kaela’s hand as her body spasmed beneath him, limbs glowing with recursive chaos.
Then she gasped—
Eyes snapping open.
Her mouth opened, but the voice that came out wasn’t hers.
It was layered.
Her. The Observer. Something deeper.
She whispered:
"It edits desire to taste like sugar. It erases the screams between kisses. It wants myths that won’t bleed. But I bleed, Darius. I bleed for you. I bleed real."
She convulsed—
And from her mouth spilled a glyph.
One never seen before.
A key.
A door.
An invitation to Chapter 193 – Kaela Breaks the Mirror.