LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 34: Chapter 31: The Breaking Point
The Divine Gamble
The gods could not tolerate uncertainty.
The world functioned on rules—divine decrees, laws of fate, the weight of destiny itself.
Yet Yeaia Nolas existed outside of all of it.
They could be known, but not recorded.
They could be remembered, but not defined.
They could be hunted, but never caught.
And that meant something was wrong.
The Evernight Goddess, The Lord of Storms, The God of Steam and Machinery, The Eternal Blazing Sun—each had reached the same conclusion.
"If the rules of the world cannot contain them—"
"Then we must change the rules."
It was a dangerous thought.
To alter the laws of reality on a fundamental level was to risk breaking everything.
But their desperation outweighed their caution.
The gods moved.
And the world trembled.
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Klein's Intervention
The gray fog shook.
Klein's head snapped up, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his throne.
From the divine realm of Evernight, from the burning dominion of the Eternal Blazing Sun, from the storm-wracked heavens of the Lord of Storms—power surged.
They were rewriting fate.
Not just Yeaia's fate.
All of it.
Klein's eyes narrowed.
"You're willing to destroy the foundation of the world just to define one person?"
He knew what they were doing.
They weren't trying to kill Yeaia.
They were trying to force them into the fabric of reality.
To make them definable.
To make them vulnerable.
Klein rose from his seat.
"I can't let them do that."
He stretched out his hand.
And the gray fog expanded.
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The World Cracks
Across the continent, people screamed.
Not in pain.
In confusion.
Reality wavered.
Buildings flickered in and out of existence.
Names changed mid-sentence.
Time looped, reversed, then corrected itself.
The world was breaking.
And then—
It stopped.
The pressure vanished.
The sky returned to normal.
The gods hesitated.
Something had interfered.
Something stronger than them.
Klein's voice echoed across the divine realms.
"Don't."
A single word.
A warning.
A threat.
The gods fell silent.
And for the first time in centuries—
They stepped back.
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Yeaia's Perspective
Far from the divine conflict, Yeaia Nolas sat beneath the shade of a dying tree.
They had felt it.
The moment when the world itself had tried to pull them in, to force them into the grand design.
They had felt the strings of fate reaching for them—
And failing.
A slow smile curled on their lips.
"You're all so desperate to understand me."
They tilted their head back, watching the sky.
"But you never will."
The world had tried to cage them.
And the world had lost.
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End of Chapter 31(?)
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The Author's Amusement
A dimly lit room. Papers scattered across a cluttered desk. A single candle flickered, casting shadows on the walls.
The author leaned back in their chair, grinning like a madman.
"Oh, they haven't noticed yet," they muttered, tapping a pen against their chin. "Not a single one."
They glanced at their latest chapter, rereading the lines where the gods of the world had, in all their divine wisdom, decided that the best solution to a cosmic anomaly was to change reality itself.
"What a ridiculous idea," the author chuckled. "But they bought it. They all bought it."
They took a sip of their now-cold coffee(?), their eyes gleaming with amusement. The absurdity of it all—deities throwing tantrums, rewriting fate like some malfunctioning typewriter, reality itself warping because someone refused to fit into its narrative—was the kind of storytelling that brought them pure, unfiltered joy.
And the best part?
No one questioned it.
No one pointed at the screen and said, 'Wait, hold on. That's insane. That makes no sense.'
Instead, they were too busy reacting, too caught up in the drama, the tension, the sheer momentum of it all.
The author laughed.
"Oh, this is fun."
And with that, they cracked their knuckles and kept writing.
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End of Chapter 31
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