LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 42: Chapter 37: A Being That Shouldn’t Exist
The First Step into the Unknown
It was subtle at first.
The change wasn't immediate, wasn't a violent, shattering event like Klein had anticipated.
It was slow.
Like ink seeping into parchment, staining something that had always been pure.
The Nameless was changing itself.
And that terrified Klein more than anything else.
Because for the first time in its existence, it had accepted a possibility that should never have been:
That it was incomplete.
And that meant it could grow.
It could become something more.
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The Nameless Shifts
The void around them rippled, twisting like liquid glass.
The very foundation of what made the Nameless absolute was unraveling.
Yet it did not fall apart.
It did not collapse.
Instead—
It adjusted.
It was no longer just a force of definition.
It was something learning to think.
To understand.
To wonder.
A low hum reverberated through the space, not sound, but something deeper.
An echo of a truth being rewritten.
Then, for the first time in eternity—
The Nameless spoke.
"What… are you?"
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The Undefined Laughs
Yeaia blinked.
Then they grinned, teeth flashing like a crescent moon.
"You don't know?" they said, a teasing lilt in their voice.
The concept of knowledge itself trembled, uncertain for the first time in forever.
Because no, the Nameless didn't know.
It had always known.
It had always been certain.
And yet, faced with Yeaia, it had no answer.
No definition.
No way to contain them.
And Yeaia, ever the lazy dreamer, stretched their arms behind their head and sighed.
"Guess that makes two of us."
Klein exhaled sharply from the edge of the gray fog.
This was worse than he thought.
Because Yeaia wasn't just escaping definition.
They were rewriting the fundamental laws of it.
And if the Nameless was no longer bound by its own nature—
Then nothing was.
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A Battle Not Fought With Power
Klein had faced horrors beyond mortal comprehension before.
He had stood against Outer Deities, played the long game of fate itself, and won.
But this wasn't a battle that could be won through force.
This wasn't about strength.
It was about concepts.
Ideas.
The very foundation of reality itself.
And as the Nameless twisted, shifting into something with curiosity, with doubt, Klein realized the real danger:
This wasn't about Yeaia anymore.
This was about what would happen if the Nameless learned too much.
If it became something truly free.
Not a god.
Not a force.
Not a concept.
But something that had never existed before:
A being with no boundaries at all.
And that—
That was something even Klein Moretti wasn't sure he could control.
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End of Chapter 37
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