In the middle of a town streamed with dead bodies everywhere, a small red orb forms itself red lighting strikes the ground, each strike made the orb to pulse and grow bigger, the middle part of the orb, rips open and so does the reality forming a red portal 2 metres high 1metre wide.

    It's prescense alone distorting the surroundings. Out of the portal comes out a handsome man with long black hair in a ponytail wearing long thin crimson coat no pockets nor any unique design, just plain, his black shirt followed the same plain style, his black pants and black shoes have nothing unique either.                 

        [Initializing system...]

[Initialization complete... Access to the Aurea Demonica regained]

The system notified. Then a red system window with white writings pops up in front of his face.                 

            [Aurea Demonica]

[Welcome to the sixth floor of the Outer tower.

World: The Third World.

Continent: Demonic Continent. Kingdom: Delsai kingdom.

Location: outer kingdom state]

     The man turns away from the system and looks around only to be met by death and destruction, his gaze flickered a little and the ground beneath him cracked. He took his first step and the ground cracked even more, each stride the ground further cracked. The more he stepped the more the ground cracked more than the last step, his gaze cold and detached only stared at the lifeless bodies of his people. With a glance he turned and went for the Kingdom gates, which were destroyed. The state fo the Kingdom was much more worse the the outer state. The stench of death still lingered, the cold blood stained road made of reinforced deep slate cobblestone cracked for the first time in centuries.

    The man slowly walks to the palace gates which were also in shambles, the black armoured guards pinned to the arch walls with there own swords.

His gaze still  remained unresponsive as if he didn't acknowledge the situation, without looking back the he went to the castle doors and pushes them open. The stench of rotting bodies escape the their confinement.

He slowly made his way to the throne room.    

    On the throne  layed a man blue eyes, short black hair who looked like he was in his late 300s with a sword impaled into his chest, a black elegant crown rests on his left hand, clenched tightly even in death. The battle's  aftermath could be evident as even the room hand countless deep wall cut and golden energy seeped out ot the slashes, proving the man didn't go out with out a fight. He walked to the man, closing the man's eyes he said,

    "You have died in hounour now leave the rest to me, father" his voice cold but still with acknowledgement, the man noticed something in the right hand of his father, a piece of paper, he gently pulled out the paper from his father's hand and unfolded it to reveal a letter, which said;       

      𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏,

  𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑬𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒎𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍,  𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓.                

                             -𝑩𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐,                                 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈          

"You truly were naive, but there is solace in naivity, you weren't strong to handle the truth"  The Irrelevant King said a tear almost rolling down his left chick as he gaze at his father for one last time, but it instantly faded. He got up and went closer to the walls and touched the golden energy and clenched his fists

"Divine energy, I knew it was bound to happened, so the Outer gods have chosen death" His voice lingered with a tone of fury.

    He then walked down the hallway, passing his room, his brother's room, his sister's room and finally he stood before his parents room the dark metal doors stul had slashes on them. He placed his hand on the cold metallic door and gently pushes open the door the sight left him shocked his face once devoid of emotionwas now pale with shock for his mother was...

"Don't you dare explain it!" He spoke with absolute authority the page stopped.

[You have gained attention from the outer, boundless, trancendce and disparity writers]

"The hands that hide behind the sixth wall will be cut off by their own creations" His voice cold enough to send chills to the narrative itself.          

    He walked out of the castle and used 'search' to scan the entire continent only to find no living soul. He picked up a long sword from the ground next to him and wiped the blood from it.

"Rememberance of the dead" he lifted the sword pointing towards the sky his gaze straight, then a black orb forms at the tip of the sword and slowly spreads in a downward spiral to the hilt tof the sword. He then plunged the sword into the ground and all the bodies got absorbed and from them arose obsidian gravestones which grew to 1 metre tall with the inscriptions.

[Name:??????]

[Title:????]

[Achievements: Subject to the Sovereign Demon King]

"Continential burial" He said

.  "This is the day I never longed for but always expected it, now I must drawy blade and become the Reincarnated Evil" He closed his eyes and vowed.

    "I as the Sovereign Demon King, The Irrelevant King and the Reincarnated Evil, shall seek revenge for the fallen and my blade will bring suffering to Genesis of the Outer gods" He declared.  A system window pops up in front of him  

[The ruler of heaven dares you to try]

"You have written your own downfall" He stared at heaven.

He slowly and his way to the garden and followed the path til he cam across blue spider lilies.

"Blues spider lilies, father favourite. He is now in a better place" He smiled ant touched one and the petals got blown by the wind.

He walked further into the garden,

"Pink spider lilies, sister's favourite" he touches one and the petals do not get blown by the wind

"I hope your are alive, where ever you are" his voice actually sounded hopeful.

He walked further down the path,

"Black spider lilies, mother's and brother's favourite" he touches one of them and this time only half of the petals get blown by the wind.

He finally reaches the end of the garden and he takes a deep breath.

"Red spider lilies, my favourite"

He stood among the lilies basking in their wonderful sent with a smile on his face. He then stops smiling and looks down his face dark the the garden gets coverd with a red aura, the the Kingdom and then the whole continent and it begins to transform.

[Ancient archives updated...  the Demonic Continent Has become the 367 ancient ruins continent ]

    The Irrelevant King stands his aura still radiating, a he slightly raised his head to gaze at the sky then a gring forms on his mouth a sinster one.

In Heaven.

     Two guards stand in front of a golden gate, 5 metres tall 10m wide. "Ghen?" One guard call the other's attention. Chen turned to him "Speak Lao" Chen told Lao.

    "Did you get the notification?" Lao calmly asked. "Everyone did" Chen bluntly replied. "Right" Lao awkwardly chuckles. "But do you think it will truly happened" Lao cautiously asked.

    "Of course not! Who would be stupid to challenge the will of Heaven in this tower" Chen confidently replied. "Yeah but the system wouldn't lie, would it" Lao worriedly asked. Chen looks at the golden system window in front of him.

         [10th, heavenly system]

[... My blade will bring suffering to Genesis of the Outer gods]

    Chen thoughtful thinks.

    "I can't say for sure but let's hope it is. For a declaration such as this then the enemy isn't a normal climber" Chen told Lao.

    "Am not sure we would be of any help, were not yet Genesis" Lao confirmed.

    "Yes we are not so let's hope this is all just a lie, like it always was, below the towers" Chen answer with a tone of seriousness.

Chen then summons his system window to view his profile.

                    [Climber]

Name: Chen Jen

Alias: Plum blossom, elegant blade.

Tower: The Outer Tower.

Tier: Outer state tier 7-Awarness

Race: True Human

Alignment: Sentinal Guard

                       [Stats]

Level: Lower tier 7

Vitality: Deeper infinite

Strength: Deeper infinite

Speed: Deeper infinite

Endurance: Deeper infinite

Intelligence: Shallow meta-conceptual

Understanding: Deeper infinite

Charisma: Hua's Lone blossom sword

Luck: Run out

                      [Titles]

Blossoming sword saint

Light bearer

Endless dancer

Hua's sect brightest star

                      [Abilities]

Blossom blade: Sword art of the Mount Hua sect

Blooming slash: A slash that cuts through the lines of fate and death

Resistance: Resistant to alterations in the story

Fortune Monopoly: Sucks the luck from others to improve one's own luck and claims all rewards in the towers even those owned by others.

....

    "Chen" Lao's voice pulls Chen away from the system and looks at him, Lao's mistic spear is raised in his mistic spear technique. His eyes locked in front of him.

    Chen notices his unwavering gaze and he too looks at the same direction, to see a entity, black hair in a ponytail, long thin crimson coat, black shirt, pants and shoes. His aura is chaotic but controlled. The entity's steps get louder and louder and louder each time as the entity drew closer.

     Chen raised his sword pointing towards his enemy and he gets into the Mount Hua's Blossom blade art. His stance screams out dominance his pink aura radiates with his blade.

     Mist starts to form around the tip of Lao's spear and it spreads to cover the spear to the hilt of the blade.

    They both gaze at the approaching entity with out even batting an eye.

    At that very instantly the entity disappear right in front of them and instantly appeared in front of them in between them. Chen eyes open in shock, both him and Lao jump to the side. Both raise their weapons towards the entity who just stood there.

    "What the... How? I couldn't keep up with this climber... no he is more than just a climber" Chen's voice laced with shock and worry.

     "This guy is something more... Something mush more worse" he said starting at the entity in front of him.

     Then a sinster evil grins forms on the mouth of the entity. His aura getting wild. Chen only stars at the sight. "Who are you. Answer me!" Chen commanded.

    "Answer you? A lowly Sentinal guard like you" the entity's said in a condescending tone. Chen boils with rage.

[Ability activated: blooming slash]

    His vision, pulses his pupils become black and he could now see all lines of fate and death and only needed to cut them and unleashed a slash. He looks at the entity but his eyes widen in shock. The attack was mid-air then the entity grabbed the back of the sword manipulating it to cut Lao's threads, and Lao's story dies, and he ceases to exist. Chen can only watch as his friend vanishes.

    "He has no fate, no death how. Fate and death are above this tower." Change thought "How can an Outer state entity have no fate nor death" he tries to think of a reason.

    "Your thoughts are Irrelevant and hold no meaning sa you are weak" The entity mocked Chen. "Weak! No you are a damn monster" Chen replied making the entity to grin even more.

    "I can't beat him, he is too strong" Chen lowers his sword, his face takes on a dark expression, "That only leaves one choice" his tone disappointed. Then his pink aura completely truns black, the area around his eyes have black viens throbbing, his hand grows dark claws and.

[Ability activated: Fortune Monopoly]

    Chen stretches his black hand and a large black hand shoots out at the entity. The hand then approaches but it cracked and kept on cracking til it crumbled into ashes for it couldn't fine anything form the entity that it could claim as its own.

     Chen's right hand slowly vanishes and falls to his knees and he looks down, his face blank.

    "I lost" Chen bluntly said out loud, this time the entity didn't grin but took on a detached expression and didn't acknowledge Chen.

    "Your not from the sixth tower... Your not from the Boundless tower, nor in the Trancendence tower, yet transcendent yourself" Chen chuckles, "You are a Narrative absolute, your the final boss of the forbidden layers of trancendence" he proclaimed

    "stories speak about you but they reject you, the narrative fears you but still fights against you, the page writes your story while plotting for your downfall. The entity who rejected everything, even the Author himself" he proudly said with relief for he knew he didn’t stand a chance — not in this life, not within the towers, not even across infinite rebirths.

   The entity didn't say anything.

   "Do me a favour and tell me who I am dying to" Chen asked.

   "Chen Jen of the Mount Hua sect, you now today died by the hands of The Irrelevant King... Andru Melious" the entity declared and he snapped his fingers and Chen's story collapses and falls apart and he vanishes.

    Andru Melious turned to the gate and looked at it. ""It has been a while, don't you think" he said "No response, not even a welcome sign" he sacasticly added. Then ancient golden chains shoot from all conors surrounded by magical enchantments towards Andru, and they engulf him, but he doesn't flinch, he just looks at the chains attaching themselves to him and with a single cold glance all the chains break.

    He walks up to the gate and punches it wide open removing the gates from its hinges.

   "If you won't let me in, then I I'll do it myself"  he said and he looked at the entrance and grined.

"Halt who ever goes there" A man in Golden armour, white short hair with a beared green eyes commands. Andru didn't not hesitate and entered. Thousands of golden armour warriors stand behind him. "Only a demon, such existence is below me, leave before I put your in your place" the man boasted.

"General Wu I see you haven't changed at all after all these years" Andru said in a cold tone.

"I don't believe we know each other. So how do you know me?" General Wu asked. "You truly don't remember me. I wouldn't really expect you to anyway" Andru said in a condescending tone. Andru turns his gaze to the side and a grin etched on his face.

"I can see you..." Andru's voice seemed to acknowledge the presences of a ghost. "I know you see me" General Wu replied. "Honestly do you think I would be talking to you" Andru mocked Wu.

"Enough is enough! Draw out your sword and let's settle this" General Wu shouts in anger. "I don't need a sword to kill you" Andru bluntly replied.

"So be it, your choice your death" General Wu places his hand on the handle of his sword around his waist and draws his sword. The Storm sword Dreozenen. The sword was enveloped with a storm.

"Dreozenen the sword that engulfs stories, cuts through concepts and bring an storm to the Outer tower" Andru said unimpressed. "Now perpar to meet your end" General Wu said and got into his battle stand. The warriors also get prepared. "Stand down he is mine. And that is and order!" General Wu shouts.

Andru just stands there doing nothing. General Wu Lunges at Andru with a pierce attack aimed at his head. Andru slightly tilts his head to the right and looks at the sword with indifference. Wu tilted the sword the cutting edge turned to Andru and he makes a wide left swing but Andru moved his head backwords. Wu gets enraged and a green aura envelopes him and he then unleashes a bairrage of attacked that Andru effortless dodges.

[Ability activated: All seeing eye]

Wu could now see concepts attached to reason and logic. He could now cut why Andru dodged, could cut Andru's movement and more. So he thought but when he saw Andru, he wasn't attached to any concept. Wu stops he falls to his knees his sword falls out of his hands. With a face full of disbelief and acceptance.

"I lost, you are just not normal. So u are from the upper towers. Figures" General Wu's statement shocked the rest.

"I didn't fight a man."

"I fought the answer the gods were too afraid to ask."

His voice trembled-not from fear, but from a place beyond fear. The kind where faith turns to fiction, and law to laughter.

"For a hundred years," the Divine General spoke, "we bowed to a lie wearing a crown.

He rewrote the Divine Codex with a smile, added laws that even the Supreme Circle couldn't repeal.

He told the High Council that the sun must rise at his laugh,

and by the next morning, the sky laughed, and the sun obeyed."

"He preached mercy while orchestrating wars from the shadows.

He kissed the feet of saints while feeding demons their wings.

He altered cause and effect so thoroughly, even our prophets wept in reverse."

"When I struck at him with a blade forged from Heaven's nucleus,

he caught it with two fingers-not with strength,

but with a statement:

'Oh, this old relic? I gave it to your gods when they still walked barefoot.'"

"Do you know what true horror is?" he continued, voice hollow.

"It's not the monster in the dark. It's the man you trusted with your soul,

who turns around, smiles,

and tells you that your soul was just a subplot in his performance."

Final Words of the Divine General:

"Andru didn't break our Divine Laws. He laughed them into submission. He didn't destroy the heavens. He rewrote the definition of 'above.'

We thought we had caged a demon.

No...

We had handed a pen to something that even reality couldn't author."

Andru just looks at Wu and does nothing. The out of no where a golden diagram of a Pentagon floats in the air and seals the army is entrapped in room. "What do we have here! A demon what a lesser being dares stand in the sights Of Yang Di the god of binding diagrams" Yang Di boast.

Andru just looks at the god coverd in Divine energy. Yang Di looks at Andru with his Divine eye and sees nothing but a being who refuses to be attached to anything.

[Technique activated Binding diagram: Either form Narrative confinement]

Then Golden chains bleed into heaven's reality they alone distorted the surrounding, the chains only had one goal to bind themselves to and Andru not just physically but his mentality, persona, his phycology and his narrative the chains didn't bind they suppressed the story.

[Ability triggered: Self written law]

The chains broke apart falling to the sheer pressure of Andru's existence. Yang Di eyes widened he stood there unmoving, he struggled to get out a sentence.

"I knew the tales.

The whispers. The forbidden scriptures smuggled from fallen heavens.

They called him the Heaven-Dishonored.

The Fallen God.

The Golden Wrath Deity.

A demon who played a god for a century...

I thought it myth.

Until now.

Until you looked at me."

Andru stood there.

Not as a towering beast or twisted abomination.

But as a man.

A calm, breathing man.

Wearing a silence so heavy, my thoughts shattered trying to fill it.

"You're him," Yand Di whispered.

"The one who made angels doubt, who bent Divine Law with suggestions, not force. The one who ruled Heaven as a lie so beautiful it became truth- until truth itself snapped in two."

Andru smiled. Not kindly. Not cruelly.

Just inevitably.

And then Yang Di understood.

He wasn't a being.

He was a narrative unraveling.

A cosmic horror hidden beneath the skin of divinity.

A self-written law.

A creature who pretended to be what we worshiped- and did it better than the gods themselves.

He saw Andru's true form flicker for an instant behind that human mask-

A maelstrom of reality collapsing inwards, language devouring itself,

emotions folding like broken wings.

He didn't exist in form.

He existed in dissonance.

"You made Heaven your stage," I breathed, trembling.

"And we played our parts... blind."

He didn't answer.

He just kept watching Yang Di, like a writer judging a character he no longer needed.

And in that moment,

Yang Di realized something far worse than death:

He was still part of the story.

And Andru was the author who got bored.

Yang Di fell to his knees.

Andru finally spoke.

"Lord Yang Di," he said, voice unshaken, low, yet it echoed like a chime between dimensions. "We've never met... but you're lucky we didn't."

Yang Di stood silent. Not out of defiance-but uncertainty. His instincts screamed at him. The presence before him wasn't one that belonged in any realm, Divine or Mortal.

Andru tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something far older than time.

"You're not really Yang Di."

The words hit like thunder. He continued.

"You're Sung Kim. Born in South Korea. October 13th, 1973. Your parents died when you were five. Raised in an orphanage, molded by loss, bitterness, and silence. You became a hunter-not a famous one, not even remarkable, just another speck. Then one day, by what some call luck-but I call script-you stumbled upon the Divine God Stone."

Yang Di's body froze. This couldn't be known. No one should know.

"You regressed. At least, that's what the tales say," Andru chuckled. "Regression? No. It was a cosmetic lie-ascension masked as memory. You never lived a god's life before. Your powers are a fabrication. A convenient illusion written into the world. You're not a god, Sung. You're a puppet with a crown."

Andru took a step forward, and it felt as if reality peeled with each motion.

"How does it feel to be worshipped... yet still a slave to the script? Praised... yet shackled to writers who've never breathed your pain?"

Yang Di couldn't breathe. It was all true-too true. He felt read-unwritten by a voice that came before fiction. A shallow biography exposed by something that should not exist.

Andru hadn't even scratched the surface of his past, yet it felt like dissection.

He stumbled backward, whispering.

"Y-You're wrong..."

Andru said nothing.

Yang Di-no, Sung Kim-trembled, then screamed at the cosmos:

"YOU'RE WRONG-HE ISN'T A HORROR... HE'S AN ABSURDITY! AN ABOMINATION!!"

It wasn't denial.

It was acknowledgment.

Andru didn't just break the rules-he had mocked the law, wore Heaven's robes for a century, rewritten Divine statutes with his presence alone. Now Yang Di finally stood before the one whose laughter echoed through the fall of Heaven-the Heaven-Dishonoured, the Fallen God, the being even fear feared.

And the page... was his to turn.