Regressor

"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.

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