114. Warning!! Concept discarded! Pseudo-beasts come out, the narrative collapses, and the author must also die! (Ch 114)

In the perfect world, on the other side of the sea, those Immortal King giants who had just experienced the final battle and thought they had ushered in the dawn, now felt their own insignificance and misery.

Shi Hao stood on the embankment with a frown on his face. His eyes, which could see through the ages, were filled with solemnity and a hint of confusion.

“It says… not to the characters, only to the author or the reader?”

Beside him, an Immortal King spoke in a dry voice: “Could it be… Could it be that our world, all our cultivation, all our bloody battles, are just… a story to be read?”

Another Immortal King added, his tone filled with incredible absurdity: “Then this false beast can directly… delete us, our world, and our era?!”

“Like…as simple as a mortal tearing up a book?!”

“Immortality? Eternity? In front of such power, it’s simply a joke!”

“What it wants to erase is the very existence of the concept that records our immortality!”

Shi Hao clenched his fists. He could kill powerful enemies and quell the darkness, but facing this attack that directly affected the “narrative” itself, he felt helpless for the first time.

“If the story itself no longer exists, then what is the meaning of the hero in the story?”

In the world of Mortal Cultivation, in the spiritual world, Han Li was standing side by side with Nangong Wan. His calm face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, was now filled with shock and fear.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: “If there really is a high-level narrator…author…”

Nangong Wan’s beautiful eyes were also filled with shock, and she whispered: “Husband, this…”

Han Li looked deep in his eyes and continued, “Then is it that our cultivation of immortality, going against the will of heaven, pursuing immortality, and understanding the great truth… is this just a predetermined fate of the characters in his writing?”

The cautious state of mind he had cultivated for many years was now greatly shaken by this incredible truth.

“This fake beast is no longer attacking individual creatures or the entire world, but…”

“It is the cornerstone that supports the concept of the existence of all things!”

“Once the author is erased and the story ceases to exist, all of us so-called characters, no matter how high our cultivation or how powerful our magical powers are, will disappear in an instant like a dream bubble, as if we had never existed!”

“This… This is a million times more terrifying than any heavenly tribulation or any inner demon!”

For the first time, he felt that the “true immortal” and “Taoist ancestor” he pursued might be nothing but illusions in the face of such narrative attacks.

In the Xianni world, inside and outside the world, in countless star fields, those ancient and powerful beings, such as ancient gods, ancient demons, and those monks who walked on the sky, were all in deathly silence at this moment.

Wang Lin stood in the starry sky, looking at the bloody sky with complicated eyes. He had felt the ruthlessness of heaven and went against the will of heaven, but he had never imagined that there would be such a strange enemy.

“It does not fight with you, nor does it kill you…”

“It just has to…make that voice that speaks of your existence disappear forever.”

Situ Nan, who was beside him, also put away all his playful smiles at this moment, his eyes were filled with horror and a hint of madness:

“Damn it! I was a big shot in the past, I thought God was the boss and I was second, but I never thought… I never thought there was such a way to play!”

“Just flip the table over and kill the writer?!”

“Then what’s the point of us characters jumping around in the book?”

“This is like taking away the fuel from under the cauldron! No, I’m taking away the cauldron as well!”

They can destroy the world and reverse reincarnation, but facing this weapon that directly targets the “storyteller” itself, all their strength and magical powers seem so ridiculous and powerless.

Because, you can’t attack an enemy that doesn’t exist in your “story” level.

Douluo Continent, God Realm.

The faces of the Asura God and the Rakshasa God were extremely ugly. The “existence” and “narrative authority” they had spoken of before were attacked, and at this moment they received the most horrifying confirmation.

God Shura gritted his teeth and said, “As expected! It wants to directly wipe out the source of our God Realm and even all the worlds!”

There was a mad bloodshot flash in Rakshasa’s eyes: “Once that source is wiped out, we gods, along with the entire God Realm, will be completely wiped out as if we had never existed.

Forget it, delete it completely! ”

“This is more terrifying than the annihilation of one’s soul! It means even the proof of one’s existence has been taken away!”

Dragon Ball World.

Beerus had stopped yawning long ago. His eyes, which symbolized the authority of the God of Destruction, were wide open and even cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

“Weiss…this…this is beyond my comprehension!”

“It’s not destroying the universe, it’s… denying the existence of the universe itself!”

The angel Weiss also put away his usual relaxed look at this moment, and his face showed an unprecedented solemnity and… a hint of fear.

“Lord Beerus, if we consider our universe, and all known universes, as a grand work…”

“Then this SCP-pseudo-beast is to find and devour the author.”

“Once the author disappears, the work naturally ceases to exist…”

“This attack goes beyond power and rules, and acts directly on…the boundary between reality and fiction!”

Naruto world.

Uchiha Obito looked at the sky, his Rinnegan eye filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

“Infinite Tsukuyomi… In the face of such an attack, it’s like a ridiculous dream.”

“What it wants to erase is the root of why even the concept of dreams cannot be placed!”

“All of us, all ninjas, all history, may just be a record of a higher dimension…”

“And now, this record is about to be torn up!”

One Piece World.

The wild smile on Doflamingo’s face had long since frozen, replaced by a shudder that came from the depths of his soul.

“咈咈咈……I thought before that it was just to erase the author’s will or authority……” (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

“Now it seems that it is going to…completely devour the author’s very existence!”

“Crazy! Completely crazy! How could such a monster exist?”

Countless beings in the heavens and the worlds, whether they are mortals or gods and demons, leaders of scientific civilization or giants of the world of cultivation, all felt the same emotion at this moment –

That is the purest fear and despair when faced with the “conceptual death” that cannot be understood, resisted or avoided!

Above the sky, the flame of the hundredth candle was still burning, but it illuminated not only the document of SCP-5999, but also the identical silence and horror on the faces of all the “readers”.

The blood-red light stained everything with an ominous hue.

The invisible and intangible, yet omnipresent greedy will of the SCP-pseudo-beast has locked onto its ultimate target – the “supreme narrative authority” hidden behind the sky that maintains the existence of all “stories”!

The final sacrifice to “existence” itself is about to begin!

And all the “readers” and all the characters in the “story” will inevitably be the victims of this sacrifice!

The false beast appears, the narrative collapses, and the author dies!

And then, there will be eternal nothingness!

The blood-red sky still shrouded the heavens and all the worlds. Although the flame of the 100th candle had merged into the sky, turning into an ominous scarlet background, the trembling and despair it brought was like a maggot on the tarsus, deeply imprinted in the soul of every living being.

In the center of the scarlet sky, the document of SCP-5999 “This is Where I Die” is still floating quietly. The twisted words seem to have life and wriggle slightly, exuding a sickening sweetness and decayed smell, as if it will reopen the deadly “Hyaku Monogatari” strange story at any time and lure new “readers” into the abyss of no return.

Just when all the “readers” thought that the false beast would descend in the next moment and everything would return to nothingness, the words on the sky suddenly changed, and new content slowly emerged, with an unusual calmness, but it was like the dead silence before a storm:

[SCP-pseudo-beast threat level assessment and mechanism analysis… the phased inventory is completed.] []

This short line of text gave countless creatures, who were almost crushed by fear, a tiny chance to breathe. Inventory… is over? Temporarily?

Before they could think carefully, a more magnificent and heavy narration, like the verdict of fate, continued to unfold on the bloody sky, summarizing this despairing (bcaf) “creation”:

[From the supreme divine horrifying definition when it was given the title of “Keter-class SCP-001 candidate”, to the ingenious trap of “Hyakumonogatari” that induced “readers” to sacrifice themselves; from its core mechanism of conceptual erasure against “upper-level narrators”, to the desperate paradox that its containment measures themselves are a ritual of release. SCP-pseudo-beast, this spear forged by the mortal hands of the Foundation, consuming unimaginable resources and forbidden knowledge, and ultimately pointing to the narrative authority of a higher dimension… The gun of killing gods has already brought the ultimate fear of “existence” and “reality” itself to all “readers” in the heavens and the worlds who can observe this sky! ]

“The Spear of God Killer…”

Countless strong men silently recited this word in their hearts, feeling the madness and determination contained in it. Foundation…what kind of existence are they?

The bloody words on the sky, each word seemed to be written in solidified blood, continued to state the suffocating truth:

[It is not a physical threat in the traditional sense. It cannot be harmed by conventional force, cannot be separated by space barriers, and cannot be limited by the speed of time. It is pure and absolute.

The natural enemy of concepts is the erasing force of narratives that hangs high above all stories, all histories, and all civilizations! The Foundation, as its creator, inevitably bears the eternal curse and heavy responsibility of creating an absolute taboo. Although the inventory of SCP-pseudo-beasts has come to an end for the time being, as long as there are still stories being told in this world, as long as there are still readers reading in the unknown or known… this gun of killing gods aimed at the narrative dimension itself will always hang high above the sky of all known and unknown narratives, becoming a shadow that cannot be erased or ignored, an end that may come at any time! 】

After a brief silence, the world erupted into more complex discussions and deep fear. The fear remained, but it was also mixed with a bit of awe and confusion towards the “creator” of the Foundation.

Douluo Continent, God Realm.

The six-winged holy light surrounding the angel Qian Renxue seemed to freeze at this moment. Her flawless, peerless face, which had always been as calm as an ancient well, was now filled with solemnity and deep thought. She looked up at the sky, as if she wanted to see through the bloody words and see through the Foundation’s unfathomable intentions.

“The Foundation…” She whispered to herself, with a hint of disbelief in her voice, “Are they the last guardians standing before the ultimate darkness, or… a group of destroyers more insane and reckless than any evil demon?”

Her golden pupils flashed with complex light as she continued to analyze, “This so-called God-killing Spear is so terrifying in its definition and so decisive in its means that it is simply unimaginable. If it can be truly controlled and used for the right purpose, perhaps it can really be as it implies, and cut off the source of certain evil gods lurking in unknown dimensions, constantly whispering temptation, spreading depravity and madness, and protect the final purity of countless worlds.”

“However…” Qian Renxue’s tone suddenly turned cold, and a trace of deep worry flashed across her sacred face. “If this kind of power gets out of control, even if there is only a slight possibility of falling into evil thoughts or uncontrollable variables, the result…”

She closed her eyes slightly, as if she couldn’t bear to imagine such a future. “That will be the ultimate disaster that surpasses any war between gods and any catastrophe of heaven and earth. All gods, all living beings, and all worlds will be completely deleted at the conceptual level, along with the stories of their existence, turning into nothingness without leaving any trace. All worlds will be silent and fall into the void forever.”

“Foundation, what kind of enemy are you fighting against that would risk everything and forge such a double-edged forbidden weapon?!”

In the world of Naruto, deep in the Myoboku Mountain, in front of a simple wooden house.

Jiraiya sat cross-legged, the ink on the manuscript paper in front of him was not dry yet, but the brush in his hand had already stopped, unable to put it down for a long time. He took a deep breath, and the fresh air in the mountains now carried a hint of blood and ominous smell.

“Sigh…” A long sigh, filled with the complex emotions of being a “storyteller”.

“As a weaver of stories, this is the first time I’ve felt such…such a real and piercing chill.” Jiraiya rubbed his brows, his eyes filled with fatigue and a hint of confusion.

“We, the so-called authors, endow our characters and worlds with joy, anger, sorrow, life and death, and magnificent epics. But this SCP-pseudo-beast…”

He gave a bitter smile and looked up at the bloody sky, as if he could see an invisible giant beast staring at all the “creators”.

“It’s not about destroying the world in the story, nor is it about killing the characters in the story. It’s about directly…devouring the person who tells the story, and the person who reads the story!”

“This is simply like… the final judgment on the act of creation itself, the most vicious curse!”

“If even creation can lead to such disasters, then what is the meaning of the touching stories and inheritance we pursue as writers? Are we digging graves for our own stories from the very beginning?”

“The Foundation… they created this gun. Does that mean that, at their level, the narrative itself is a more brutal war?”

In the world of One Piece, in an unknown sea, on a small coffin ship.

“Hawkeye” Jorakolmighok still had a calm expression. He slowly drew out the supreme sword “Night” from behind him and carefully wiped the inky black blade with a piece of silk. But if you look closely, you can see that his hawk-like sharp yellow eyes are flashing with an unprecedented solemn light.

“snort….”

A very light cold snort escaped from his mouth.

“An attack method that surpasses all domineering, surpasses all swordsmanship, and even surpasses all devil fruit abilities…” His hands did not stop moving at all, but his voice was colder than a blade.

“So it’s aimed directly at the people who read the stories, or rather, it records the existence of the stories?”

Mihawk raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the endless space and fell on the bloody sky, with a trace of inquiry and… a barely perceptible tremor in his eyes.
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