The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 15: Tears

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The air was thick with the remnants of divine power. Infernal flames crackled softly in the distance, their embers dancing like dying stars in the endless abyss. Yet, despite the raging firestorm around her, Eterna felt nothing but cold.

She collapsed to her knees.

Her golden irises, once radiant with the unyielding authority of life and death, now trembled as they stared into the empty void where her sister had once stood.

Nyxara was gone.

A silence unlike any she had ever known pressed against her soul. It was not the silence of death. It was something worse. Something cruel. A void where existence had been, where memories had formed, where bonds had broken.

For the first time in eons, the weight of her actions settled on her divine essence. She had wielded the power of destruction to its fullest, and now, she was alone.

And then—

A tear slipped from her eye.

A single, shimmering droplet.

It glowed with an eerie radiance, pulsating with the celestial essence of creation and annihilation—two opposing forces entwined in delicate balance. It was not just a tear. It was a fragment of divine will, a condensed spark of the fundamental laws that governed existence itself.

And it was falling.

A sudden voice rang in Zar's mind, sharp and urgent.

[Oi, Zar! Eterna's tears contain apocalyptic energy! If it touches the ground, entire universes will face destruction!]

Zar's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't hesitate.

A pulse of unseen power. A flicker of space.

And in the next instant, he was before her.

Time itself had barely registered his movement. The world had not yet caught up with his sheer speed. His body knelt in front of Eterna, one hand gently brushing against her tear-streaked cheek.

His other hand—

Caught the tear.

A cosmic silence filled the space between them.

Eterna's tear shimmered in his palm, its power fluctuating between infinite creation and irreversible destruction. He could feel it—the weight of a thousand galaxies compressed within a single droplet. Even as someone who now wielded unfathomable power, it was staggering.

Eterna's teary gaze lifted to meet his.

For a moment, she said nothing.

For a moment, everything stood still.

Then—

She moved.

Not to attack. Not to lash out. Not to reclaim her divine dignity.

But to embrace him.

Zar froze.

It wasn't just a simple hug. It wasn't a gesture of comfort or gratitude.

It was something deeper. Something raw.

Eterna clung to him with a desperation he had never seen before, as though he was the only thing tethering her to reality. Her trembling fingers dug slightly into the fabric of his coat, and her divine aura—usually so composed, so absolute—flickered unsteadily.

"...Nyxara..." her voice broke, barely a whisper.

Zar's mind went blank.

Not because of the hug.

Not because of the sheer absurdity of the situation.

But because—

This was the first time a woman had ever hugged him.

Not just any woman.

A goddess.

The Goddess of Life and Death.

His life before arriving in this world had been mundane—just a day ago, he was a mere author, a normal guy preparing to release his novel. And now, he was in the arms of a being who had existed for countless millennia, a being who had shaped the cycle of existence itself.

And she was trembling.

Zar didn't know what to do.

Should he return the hug? Should he push her away? Should he say something cool?

His arms hovered awkwardly at his sides, his brain running simulations at speeds that could rival the system itself.

This wasn't in the script.

This was more terrifying than any battle.

A strange warmth spread through him, foreign yet not unpleasant. Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his hand—

Then—

A soft, yet familiar voice echoed from behind them.

"Sister...?"

Eterna's entire body stiffened.

At first, she dismissed it.

A cruel illusion, a final trick of her fractured mind. But then—

The voice called again.

Eterna's breath hitched.

She turned, almost afraid to hope.

And then she saw her.

Nyxara stood there, looking as she had before her fall to corruption. Her once-dark eyes were no longer tainted by rage, no longer filled with hatred. Her presence lacked the monstrous aura of Polyx—the twisted entity that had consumed her soul.

She was—

Whole.

Eterna's breath caught in her throat.

For so long, she had wished for this moment. She had dreamed of it, longed for it. And now, it was real.

But then—

She realized something.

She was still hugging her master.

Like a crying child.

Heat rushed to her face as divine embarrassment struck her like a celestial calamity.

She immediately jumped back, her divine aura flickering erratically. "I-I wasn't—!" she stammered, frantically trying to compose herself.

But the redness on her cheeks refused to fade.

Zar, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed.

He merely stood up, brushing off his coat casually. "You should talk to your sister," he said, his voice far too relaxed for someone who had just been embraced by a literal goddess, "while I take a walk around this realm."

A casual tone.

Eterna's mind snapped.

Her master had never spoken to her like that before. Always commanding. Always absolute. But now, he had spoken so casually, as if they were nothing more than old friends.

She felt strange.

But at the same time...

She felt good.

Before she could fully process it, Zar had already vanished into the infernal landscape.

Zar walked through the Infernal Realm, his steps echoing against the scorched earth. The burning skies above swirled with molten embers, casting an eerie glow across the desolate landscape. Lava rivers flowed in chaotic streams, and distant howls of abyssal creatures echoed through the air.

His expression? Neutral.

His posture? Relaxed.

As if the hellish environment surrounding him was nothing more than a mildly inconvenient summer evening.

Then—

Without warning—

He collapsed.

The world spun. His vision blurred. His limbs turned weightless.

And in the depths of his consciousness—

He was dragged into the System Space.

System Space - Where the Real Suffering Begins

The first thing Zar did upon arriving?

Almost cry.

His mental projection sank to the ground dramatically, gripping his chest as if he had barely survived some unspeakable calamity.

"System... thank you!"

He choked out. His voice carried so much raw emotion that it sounded like a war veteran finally being saved after years of endless battle.

The system interface flickered for a moment. Then—

[...You're welcome.]

A pause.

Then—

[...You're really this grateful?]

Zar shot up, dramatically holding his hands to his heart. "Of course! If you had unsealed my realm from the start—I would've died from social death!"

His over-exaggerated suffering gave the entire scene a ridiculous undertone.

But let's rewind thirty minutes earlier.

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Thirty Minutes Ago

At that time, Zar had been watching everything unfold through a live system broadcast.

When Eterna stormed into the Demon Goddess's palace, her divine presence shaking the entire realm, he had leaned forward, intrigued.

Then, the system revealed their past.

Zar's eyes widened.

"Wait... they're sisters?!"

The realization struck him like a truck.

His head slowly turned toward the system, eyes narrowing.

"...You're not seriously expecting me to fix their relationship, right?"

The system responded in the most deadpan tone possible.

[Are you an idiot?]

Zar exhaled through his nose, choosing to ignore the insult for the sake of his sanity.

Then—

A blue interface popped up before him.

He blinked. "System... since when did you start changing interface colors?"

[...]

Ignoring the silence, he read the notification.

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[Mission Updated]

1. Ensure Eterna mends her relationship with Nyxara.

2. Stop Eterna from burning her essence to erase Nyxara.

[Reward: Full resurrection of Nyxara—without any remnants of Polyx.]

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Zar's face went through several emotional stages in rapid succession.

First—shock.

Then—disbelief.

And finally...

"...Wait, why do I have to kill Nyxara?"

He was about to argue further, but then his eyes landed on the reward.

He stopped talking immediately.

"..."

After a moment of silence, he turned to the system.

"...Hey, what's Polyx?"

The system's tone turned playful.

[As I've said before—you'll find out in the Nexus Academy.]

Zar sighed in pure frustration.

Then—

Something disturbing crossed his mind.

"How the hell am I supposed to erase a Main God's existence? I can beat them one-sidedly, sure, but I'm not able to actually erase them right now."

The system's next words sent a chill down his spine.

[Oh, don't worry—I'm unsealing a portion of your real realm.]

Zar's entire body stiffened.

"...How much?"

[Just 3%.]

An immediate sense of dread settled over him.

Then—

He felt it.

A surge of power.

Something primal.

Something that had been buried for eternity.

And now—

It was waking up.

Zar clenched his fists. If he couldn't control his power—

The Wall of Dominion Incident would happen again.

Then—he ran.

Not walked. Not teleported.

He RAN.

And the multiverse regretted it instantly.

His body moved.

And the multiverse shook.

Not because of his strength.

Not because of his divine presence.

No.

Something worse.

The laws of the multiverse couldn't even process his speed.

Something impossible happened—

The entire multiverse itself began to evolve rapidly just to catch up with him.

Zar's expression shifted from determination to pure panic.

"Sh*t, sh*t, S*IT—"

The space around him didn't shatter.

The void didn't collapse.

No. It was something else.

It was as if reality itself couldn't keep up with him.

It had to adjust.

His mere existence forced the fabric of the cosmos to change.

And he wasn't even at full power.

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Zar couldn't see properly.

Hurricane-force winds slammed into his face at speeds beyond comprehension.

The sheer force of his own movement made his eyes turn red.

And all this happened in a single second.

But for Zar—

That second felt like an eternity.

He had to stop.

He focused. Forced his power to compress.

And—

CRASH.

His body collided into the Infernal Realm's reality layer.

The moment he landed—

His power stabilized.

But for one fleeting second—

His form changed.

Something beyond divinity.

Something unfathomable.

And his eyes—

Began turning violet slowly but surely.