"To defeat someone who defies fate, you must become something fate can't write."
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[WARNING: FATELESS ENTITY DETECTED]
> ZEROTH – THE FIRST FATELESS
Final Form Activated
System laws are now completely disabled.
All talents are subject to reverse logic.
Reality rewriting in progress…
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The world convulsed.
Not metaphorically—literally. The continent shuddered and cracked, floating mountains crumbled into rivers of light, and the broken throne dissolved into a crown of orbiting runes around Zeroth's head.
His form was no longer humanoid. No longer structured. He had become a living paradox—a swirling avatar of infinite timelines, contradictory logic, and overwritten deaths.
> [Zeroth's HP: ∞]
[Only one condition remains: Surpass the System Itself.]
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Jayce's first punch shattered backward in time, striking himself from five seconds ago.
"Okay, that's not fair."
Vix barely avoided being aged forward a century before she rerouted probability, tripping into a wormhole made from bad puns and butterflies.
Lian's Unified Ember flared, but his entire fire turned to regret.
"Even my flames burn with emotion now?" he whispered.
"Good," Ria shouted, eyes glowing, "Because if we're going down, we're going down with everything that makes us human."
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Then the plan began.
Phase 1: Anchor the battlefield.
Vix hurled her Luck Bomb into the sky, rewinding a dying star's collapse and anchoring time for 33 seconds.
Phase 2: Force his form to localize.
Jayce used Joke to Reality Inverter, slapping a cosmic pie into Zeroth's entropy-spiral. It worked. Zeroth snarled.
"Did… you just mock omnipotence?"
"Bro," Jayce smirked. "Your haircut's outdated by two apocalypses."
Phase 3: Load the Core Shot.
Lian and Ria merged talents—Ember Execution—creating a singularity-powered bullet made from every decision they'd ever made, good and bad.
"Let's end this with who we are."
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ZEROTH LAUGHED.
"Do you think identity can defeat oblivion?"
"Not just identity," Lian said, aiming the shot. "Choice."
And he fired.
The singularity bullet struck Zeroth's core—a thousand overlapping versions of himself screamed. Realities shattered. Stars bled. Code howled.
And then—
> [Final Protocol Activated.]
[Zeroth's HP: 1]
[Execute Final Consequence? Y/N]
Zeroth, crumbling, stepped forward. No longer a monster. Just… a man.
"You win," he whispered. "So… who claims the crown?"
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The team looked to Lian.
Then Vix stepped forward, holding the crumbling system crown in her hand. "None of us."
They stared.
"No one rules the system," she said. "We rewrite it together."
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[System Rewrite Initiated]
> All survivors recognized.
Crownless Throne will now become the System Core.
New roles distributed:
Lian: Guardian of Possibility
Jayce: Architect of Chaos
Ria: Keeper of Heart
Vix: Threadwalker Prime
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Zeroth smiled faintly, tears of oblivion streaming down.
"…You did what I couldn't."
Then he faded.
Not in pain. Not in rage.
But in peace.
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[WORLD 101 COMPLETE]
[ZEROTH ERA ENDED]
[SYSTEM RANKS RESETTING… NEW AGE DAWNING.]
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And as dawn broke across a new world, one without thrones, without rules carved in blood…
Jayce said, "So… uh… who wants spicy chips?"
Lian laughed for the first time in what felt like years.
And Vix whispered, "The future's unwritten now. Let's make it a good one."
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