LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 30: Chapter 27: The First Move
The moment the world realized it had changed, everything began shifting.
Not instantly. Not obviously.
But deep beneath the surface of fate, hidden hands moved.
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The Evernight Church Responds
In the sacred halls of the Evernight Church, Cardinal Snake of Fate, Mobet Zoroast, sat in silence.
Before him, an obsidian mirror reflected nothing.
Not darkness. Not light.
Just emptiness.
A future that should have been woven with divine foresight—now blank.
"A disruption?" he murmured.
His fingers tapped against the surface of his desk.
Fate was an intricate web, woven and rewoven, constantly shifting in response to human actions.
But it never vanished.
Not like this.
Not unless something outside the Loom of Fate had been introduced.
He closed his eyes, reaching out to the Goddess' will.
And he felt—
Nothing.
Not absence. Not rejection.
But a profound silence.
As if even the Evernight Goddess Herself was watching.
"Interesting," Mobet whispered, rising to his feet.
The Serpents of Fate would need to investigate.
Before the unseen force made its next move.
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The Eternal Blazing Sun's Calculation
Deep within the celestial domain of the Eternal Blazing Sun, gears ground to a halt.
Thousands of divine thoughts ran in perfect synchronization—except for one.
A sequence of calculations that should have been logical.
Should have made sense.
But now contained a variable that defied all known parameters.
The Sun's radiant consciousness pulsed.
"Who?"
"What?"
"How?"
It had been prepared for uncertainty. The Fool had already proven that much.
But the Fool's influence was predictable in its unpredictability.
This was different.
This was a presence unaccounted for.
And if there was one thing the Sun could not tolerate—
It was something beyond its knowledge.
A decision was made.
A divine gaze turned downward—
And the search began.
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A Chessboard Without Rules
In a distant palace of crimson banners, a certain war-mongering god laughed.
"Hah!"
The echoes of battle reverberated through the air, a thousand conflicts playing out at once.
The Red Priest lounged in their throne of war, watching the flames of fate flicker.
A single ember burned differently.
Brighter.
Unchained.
"A game without rules, is it?"
They leaned forward, eyes gleaming with raw amusement.
"How could I possibly ignore that?"
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The Fool's Realization
Klein's fingers twitched.
He sat in the gray fog, surrounded by the boundless Book of Secrets, flipping through unseen pages.
And yet—
There was something wrong.
Something off.
"What did we just do?"
It wasn't regret.
It wasn't even fear.
It was curiosity.
A creeping, unsettling realization that for the first time in his life—
Even he didn't know what would happen next.
The Fool's power let him manipulate fate, break free from determinism, and bend prophecy to his will.
But this?
This was something else.
A path that had never been recorded.
And that meant one thing—
If he didn't know…
Then neither did the Outer Gods.
And neither did the thing that was watching them.
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Yeaia, the Unwritten
Yeaia sat on a rooftop in Backlund, feet dangling over the edge, looking up at the sky.
The stars shimmered in a way they never had before.
Like they were expecting something.
"I wonder what they're thinking," they mused.
No one was around to hear.
Not that it mattered.
Their own existence was something that had never been accounted for.
Something that had been erased—then returned.
"The story's changed."
A lazy grin spread across their lips.
"And now everyone's scrambling to catch up."
They stretched, letting their form shift subtly in the moonlight.
They were neither written nor unwritten.
They were simply here.
And that made them the only one who could truly say—
"The next page is mine."
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The First Move Has Been Made
The world was waking up.
The gods had noticed.
The seers had noticed.
Even the ones beyond the stars had taken interest.
And somewhere, in a place that had no name, a certain observer leaned forward—
Excited for what would come next.
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End of Chapter 27
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