The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 38: A Veyara 2

A heavy silence followed the System's words.

Then—

Zar smirked. Playfully, he leaned slightly to the side, as if addressing an unseen audience. "Yeah, you should be ready to be reduced to a third-wheel side character because you are the one responsible for this."

The System didn't even hesitate.

[So what, man? At least now you finally got to flirt with someone.]

Zar exhaled through his nose, already regretting engaging.

[And hey, look on the bright side—at least she'll remember this greeting forever. Talk about impact, huh?]

Zar clenched his jaw, inhaling deeply, but think about it more and thought well it's true but still he was about to retort—

But something made him pause.

He turned back toward Astraia.

For someone who embodied the awareness of an entire multiverse, she looked oddly small in that moment.

She was still standing there, her delicate fingers lightly curled against the shimmering fabric of her celestial dress. Her gaze wasn't hostile. If anything, it was filled with something far more delicate—hesitation, uncertainty... shyness.

Because

She was experiencing something new.

For the first time in her existence, she wasn't merely watching.

She was part of something.

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"...Hah," Zar exhaled, running a hand through his hair before shifting his stance. He had no idea why, but the sight made him ease up a little.

Then, with a small shake of his head, he spoke.

"Well... I know I'm late, but welcome to my sanctum."

Astraia blinked. The glow in her eyes flickered slightly, and her lips parted, but no words came.

Then—

As if remembering something—

Zar suddenly pointed a finger at her, his usual smirk returning. "And there's no more flirting, by the way."

Astraia merely tilted her head slightly.

The System scoffed.

[Oh sure, now you set boundaries. You really think that works retroactively?]

Zar ignored it. Instead, he crossed his arms, posture exuding nothing but confidence. "Now, let's go to the realm I just created."

Astraia's head tilted again, this time a little further. "You... created a realm?"

Zar nodded, though her tone made him pause. "Yeah? Why do you sound so surprised?"

"...Because I didn't feel any disturbance," she finally said.

Zar scratched his cheek. "...Well, it's kind of like isolation, I guess?"

The words hung between them for a moment.

Behind Astraia, standing quietly at a respectful distance, the Guardian—an armored, towering figure—narrowed its glowing, unreadable gaze. Though it remained silent, its thoughts whispered through its consciousness.

"Huh? What does he mean by isolation?"

At the same time, Astraia's expression subtly shifted. She was the multiverse's awareness—nothing should be able to form without her noticing. And yet, this supposed realm had appeared without even the faintest ripple.

"...Isolation?" Astraia echoed.

Zar waved a hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter. What does matter is that we're going there now."

Without further delay, the air around them folded.

Reality bent.

And in the next instant—

They arrived.

A vast metropolis stretched before them.

Its towers rose beyond the skies, carved from celestial marble and adorned with ethereal runes that pulsed faintly, like the steady heartbeat of a god. The streets, made of luminescent stone, wove into complex patterns that radiated an ancient power—so intricate, so deliberate, it felt as though the city itself was alive.

Above them, massive rings of golden light rotated, locked in an eternal rhythm. These weren't just for aesthetics—each one held within its embrace entire floating continents, suspended in perfect harmony.

This place was more than a city.

Zar stretched, looking entirely pleased with himself. "Well, here we are."

Astraia's gaze swept over the city.

For a moment, she simply... watched.

Then, as if some invisible command had been issued, the scenery around them shifted—again.

In an instant, they were no longer standing in the middle of Ozyrn.

A vast castle surrounded them, its architecture grand enough to challenge the concept of infinity itself. This was Zar's domain—the very core of his newly forged realm.

Zar turned to Astraia, smirking. "You can do whatever you want here."

And with that, he left, yeah he just left.

As soon as his presence faded, Astraia's initial shyness began to settle.

For the first time since her awakening, she found herself alone.

The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable—it was merely different.

She glanced around, the glowing light in her eyes shifting slightly. There was something lingering in her thoughts, something she couldn't quite dismiss.

A realm.

A realm that she had not noticed being formed.

That should be impossible.

Without hesitation, she reached outward—not physically, but through the very fabric of reality itself.

It was not the act of a god extending their divine senses.

Nor was it the perception of a celestial being seeking knowledge.

No.

It was the act of something far more fundamental.

It was awareness itself stretching forth.

And then—

She saw.

At first, she was merely impressed.

The city was vast. A construct of grandeur, crafted beyond the limits of divine architecture.

But then—

She kept seeing.

Her perception expanded.

And what she witnessed next left her stunned.

This was not just a large realm.

This was an expanse nearly half the size of the multiverse itself.

Her glowing eyes widened ever so slightly.

For the first time, since she had awoken—

She felt something entirely foreign.

A quiet, undeniable sense of awe.

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