Chương 115: Chapter 113: The Domain of Forgotten Legends

Crimson light flooded the Heart of Memory. The newly awakened Memory Domain expanded from Rayan's feet, covering the shattered chamber in glowing crimson runes. The fractured marble floor disappeared beneath an ocean of light, and countless golden memories floated through the air like stars. Every heartbeat of the World Root echoed throughout the domain. THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... The Editors stopped advancing. For the first time... Their silver eyes flickered.

WORLD SYSTEM Memory Domain Synchronization: 25% Effect: Restores forgotten histories. Strengthens allies through remembered bonds. Weakens beings born from erasure. Duration: Dependent on the Successor's will.

The Prime Editor slowly scanned the expanding domain. Its emotionless voice echoed through the chamber.

"Unknown Authority..."

"Not registered within the Original Narrative." Rayan lifted the Dharma Dragonblade. The golden flames surrounding the blade intertwined with crimson vines of light.

"I don't need to be part of your story."

"I'll write my own." The Prime Editor vanished. This time, Rayan didn't panic. The Memory Domain showed him everything. Ripples spread through the crimson light behind him. Without turning... He swung the Dragonblade. CLANG! The silver-thread blade collided with his sword, sending sparks of crimson and silver across the chamber. Kael smiled.

"He predicted it."

"No..." Mira whispered.

"The Domain remembered it." The Prime Editor retreated several steps. For the first time since its creation... A visible crack appeared across its silver mask. Not from force. From instability. The Memory Domain was rejecting its existence. Hundreds of Editors charged simultaneously. Before Rayan could move— The floating memories surrounding the battlefield suddenly transformed. Golden silhouettes emerged from the light. A knight carrying a broken spear. A queen with a shattered crown.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. An old mage leaning on a wooden staff. A dragon with torn wings. Thousands of forgotten heroes stepped onto the battlefield. Not alive. Not ghosts. Memories given form. The Librarian smiled.

"So..."

"The legends have answered." One forgotten knight knelt before Rayan.

"My king..."

"Command us." Another raised her sword.

"Our stories ended..."

"... before they could inspire others." The dragon lowered its head.

"Allow us..."

"... to protect the future." Rayan felt his throat tighten. These were heroes whose names had vanished from history. They had received no songs. No monuments. No gratitude. Yet they had still fought for their worlds. He raised the Dharma Dragonblade toward the sky.

"You won't be forgotten again." Golden light burst across the Domain. Every forgotten hero stood taller. Their bodies became more solid. Their weapons shone brightly. The World System reacted immediately.

WORLD SYSTEM Hidden Skill Evolved LEGION OF REMEMBRANCE"Those history forgot shall fight once more."

The forgotten heroes charged. Thousands of legendary warriors clashed against the endless Editors. Ancient dragons roared through the chamber. Long-lost kings crossed blades with silver executioners. The Heart of Memory became a battlefield where forgotten history itself resisted erasure. Far above the battle... The Seven Authors watched in silence. The Violet Author smiled faintly.

"The Crimson Author..."

"... you truly left behind an impossible successor." But the Golden Author did not smile. Instead... It slowly raised one hand. The other six Authors looked toward it. Its ancient voice carried through every level of the Library.

"If the Successor cannot be erased..."

"... then the story itself must end." The entire Library trembled. Millions of books began turning their pages at once. Somewhere beyond the endless shelves... An enormous door that had remained sealed since the dawn of creation slowly began to open. The Librarian's expression filled with horror.

"No..."

"They're awakening..."

"... the Last Chapter." The enormous door groaned as it slowly opened. Its sound echoed throughout the Library of Origins like the final toll of an ancient bell. Every floating book fell silent. Every glowing page froze in midair. Even the forgotten heroes halted their battle against the Editors. Something beyond that door commanded respect from every story ever written. The Librarian's face turned deathly pale. His hands trembled around the wooden staff.

"It was never supposed to open..." Mira stepped beside him.

"The Last Chapter..."

"So it truly exists." Kael glanced toward the towering door.

"What exactly is it?" The old man closed his eyes.

"It is not a book."

"It is..."

"... the ending of all books." Silence spread across the battlefield. Far above them, the Golden Author lowered its raised hand.

"The Successor has altered too many predetermined outcomes."

"The balance of creation has been broken." The Emerald Author nodded.

"The Final Chapter will restore order." Only the Violet Author remained silent. Its gaze rested on Rayan. There was sadness in its ancient eyes. Suddenly... A page drifted out of the opening door. Unlike every other page in the Library... It was completely black. No words. No illustrations. Only darkness. As it floated downward... Everything it touched vanished. Books disappeared. Shelves dissolved. Even the crimson light of the Memory Domain faded wherever the page passed. The Prime Editor immediately knelt.

For the first time... The being created to erase stories bowed before something greater.

WORLD SYSTEM WARNING Absolute Authority Detected Designation: The Last Chapter Threat Level: Beyond Calculation Known Function: End of Narrative Cassian's voice echoed from the surface world through the Origin Keys.

"Rayan!"

"What's happening down there?!" Static interrupted the connection. Then Lyra's frightened voice followed.

"The sky..."

"It's disappearing!" Far above the Library... Across every kingdom... People watched in horror. Stars vanished one after another. Entire constellations faded into darkness. The World Tree shed thousands of glowing leaves. Each leaf represented a living story. Each disappearing leaf represented a destiny coming to an end. King Dasrath gripped the palace balcony.

"Rayan..."

"Hurry." Back inside the Heart of Memory... The forgotten heroes looked toward the black page. One by one... They lowered their weapons. An elderly queen smiled peacefully.

"So..."

"Our time has come." A dragon closed its golden eyes.

"We remember."

"And that is enough." Rayan stepped forward.

"No." The heroes turned toward him. He looked at every forgotten soul surrounding him.

"You didn't fight so your stories could end here."

"You fought so someone else could continue them." The chamber fell silent. Even the black page paused in the air. The crimson mark over Rayan's heart glowed brighter. The Memory Domain expanded once more. Instead of resisting the darkness... It embraced the memories around it. The forgotten heroes slowly dissolved into streams of golden light. Not into nothingness. Into Rayan. Each hero entrusted him with their final wish. Their courage. Their regrets. Their hope.

Millions of memories flowed into the Last Dharma King. The World System reacted immediately.

WORLD SYSTEM Memory Domain Evolution Synchronization: 25% → 50% New Authority Unlocked HEIR OF LEGENDS"Every remembered soul walks beside the king."

Golden symbols spread across Rayan's armor. The Dharma Dragonblade transformed again. Ancient runes engraved themselves along its blade. The voices of countless forgotten heroes echoed within it. Not as noise. As strength. The Golden Author watched in silence. For the first time... Its calm expression showed concern. The Violet Author smiled.

"It has happened..."

"The impossible inheritance." Then... From behind the opening of the Last Chapter... A shadow slowly stood. It had no face. No body. Only an outline made of complete darkness. Its presence alone caused the Seven Authors to bow their heads. The shadow spoke a single sentence.

"Who dares... rewrite the ending I have already written?" For the first time since the beginning of creation... Even the Seven Authors remained silent. To Be Continue....