Reincarnated as the Villain: The System Made Me Overpowered-Chapter 64: The Architect of Oblivion

It stood at the center of the sky.

Not descending, not floating—just being.

No wings. No voice. No face. And yet, it exuded authority beyond comprehension. Reality shivered around it, rippling like a broken reflection. The remnants of the battlefield below quaked beneath its presence. Portals that had begun to close flickered open again, not from their own will—but from its.

The Architect of Oblivion had awakened.

Alaric’s voice was barely a whisper. "I’ve seen it once. Back in Cycle Zero. It didn’t fight. It didn’t need to. It just... erased."

Kael flared up instinctively, but his fire dimmed without his control. "Why can’t I... light up?"

Selene trembled. Her glyphs flickered erratically. "It’s a stabilizer. It enforces recursion through presence. The moment it enters a realm, deviation collapses. Systems overwrite reality."

Valerian’s hands gripped his sword tighter. "So it’s not a fighter."

"No," Alaric said. "It’s a reset key. The ultimate failsafe. If recursion is broken beyond repair, it triggers Oblivion Protocol."

Seraphina stepped forward, her golden wings shimmering against the void. "And what happens then?"

"We all vanish," Lira said flatly. "No war. No screams. Just deletion. From every version. No echoes. No fragments."

Valerian’s heart thundered. "Then we fight. We fight with everything we have."

Kael cracked his neck. "Even if I can’t burn, I can still punch a cosmic admin in the face."

The Architect began to move—not physically, but conceptually. Like a thought sweeping across the land. The sky darkened not from clouds, but from definitions being rewritten. Stars blinked out, not by distance, but because they were reclassified as unnecessary data.

And then it spoke.

> "You are errors in the code. All deviations will be reconciled."

The voice was not sound. It was command. Authority beyond divine, beyond mortal.

Valerian felt it scrape across his soul like an overwrite attempt.

> [Warning: Identity Merge Request Denied.]

> [System Control Attempt Detected.]

Selene stumbled, blood trickling from her nose. "It’s rewriting us. Trying to convert us back into code!"

"Not me," Kael growled. "I’ve always been an exception."

Valerian raised his blade. "Alaric, this thing—can it be killed?"

Alaric nodded slowly. "It can be severed from the recursion. But only if we strike at its core—its Prime Anchor. That glowing sigil in its chest."

They looked up.

In the center of the Architect’s form, just barely visible beneath translucent layers of shifting logic and code—burned a symbol. A perfect circle with a crack down its middle.

"The crack is new," Selene murmured. "It wasn’t always like that."

Valerian narrowed his eyes. "We’ve weakened it. Not this version—but all the deviations we caused. They’ve fractured its command authority."

Lira unsheathed both daggers. "Then let’s shatter it the rest of the way."

The Architect reacted.

A pulse of white tore through the battlefield.

Alaric shouted, "MOVE!"

They scattered just in time as the ground where they stood was erased—not destroyed, but wiped clean, like chalk off a slate. Rivers of logic carved through the realm, dissolving matter into code fragments and vanishing memories.

Selene activated a shield matrix, forming a prism around the group. "I can hold it for a few seconds!"

Valerian pointed to the sky. "Then that’s all I need!"

He launched himself upward—sword spinning, soul ignited.

The Architect responded.

From its form, avatars emerged—mirrored copies of Valerian, Selene, Kael, Lira, and Seraphina. System-generated countermeasures. Cold. Hollow. Flawless.

Kael collided midair with his copy, snarling. "You’re not half as pretty as me!"

They clashed in a shockwave of flames and fists.

Selene faced her double across the collapsing sky. "You’ll never be me."

The clone cast a perfect spell.

So did she.

The spells collided—and Selene’s won.

Because hers carried emotion.

Seraphina battled her twin through spiraling towers of broken light. "You carry the blade, but not the burden!"

Lira stabbed her version from behind—twice—then vanished. "Flawless doesn’t mean unpredictable."

Alaric crushed his clone beneath his greatsword.

Only Valerian’s mirror remained—standing on air between him and the Architect, expressionless.

"You think you’re me?" Valerian growled. "Then you know what I’m willing to do."

They clashed.

Steel met steel.

Memories crashed against memories. Rage, sorrow, hope—all colliding in a storm of identity.

Valerian pushed harder.

> [Override: Engaged.]

He didn’t need to be perfect. Just himself.

His blade shattered the copy’s defense.

He stabbed straight through the clone’s chest.

The mirror screamed—then dissolved into fractal light.

And the Architect finally acknowledged him.

> "You have rejected every classification. You are a corruption."

"Damn right," Valerian spat. "And I’m your end."

He flew upward, blade glowing with the combined wills of every timeline he’d touched. Around him, the Architect’s form split open like a machine revealing its core.

The Anchor pulsed.

A single line of code, cracked and flickering.

He aimed for it.

The Architect retaliated with a beam of pure system reformat—meant to reduce him to his base components.

Selene’s voice echoed through a spell-link: "NOW!"

She, Lira, Kael, Seraphina, and Alaric all fired everything they had at once—arcs of fire, radiant arrows, mathematical detonations, shadow constructs, and divine light.

They collided with the reformat beam—just enough to weaken it.

Valerian roared.

And drove his sword into the Anchor.

Time collapsed.

Not stopped—unwound.

Every timeline bled together. Every version of Valerian—ruler, rebel, murderer, savior—flooded into this moment.

And then—

Silence.

The Architect’s form cracked.

> [Core Anchor Destroyed.]

> [Oblivion Protocol... Cancelled.]

The being shrieked.

And was unmade.

Not deleted.

Just... finally allowed to rest.

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Valerian fell.

Selene caught him in a bubble of stasis before he hit the ground. She floated down with him, heart pounding.

Kael, singed and smiling, stumbled over. "Tell me we won. Because I’m out of juice."

Seraphina dropped beside them, her sword chipped, her armor smoking. "It’s over."

Lira landed last, eyes sharp. "The sky’s clearing."

Above them, the stars aligned—not randomly, but meaningfully. Constellations formed that none of them recognized. New ones. Unwritten.

Alaric stood beside Valerian, looking up.

"You did it," he said. "You did what I couldn’t."

Valerian sat up slowly, breath ragged. "We did it. All of us."

Selene smiled softly, eyes tired but warm. "No more system. No more recursion." freёnovelkiss.com

Kael collapsed into the grass-like glass. "No more mandatory prophecy. Thank the nonexistent gods."

Lira looked at the broken battlefield. "So... what now?"

Seraphina glanced to the rising sun. "Now we rebuild. A world not dictated by fate. But by choice."

Valerian stood with effort. His sword dimmed for the first time since awakening. No longer burning with resistance. Just glowing with hope.

"We’re not just survivors," he said. "We’re the first of the next story."

And from the ashes of recursion, the world breathed again.

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