LRAB Chapter 341 - 340: FIX
Chapter 341 - 340: FIX
Earth…In a random country, in a random city…
A young boy, about fourteen years old, could be seen heading home, bruised all over, pushing a broken bicycle.
Within a few minutes, the boy finally reached his house and called out,
"Ma, Pa, I'm home," he said.
A mature woman wearing an apron came out. A tantalizing aroma filled the air. She had a smile on her face, but it quickly disappeared when she saw the state her son was in.
"Son, what happened?" she asked with concern as the boy struggled to smile.
"I fell while riding the bicycle you got me. Ma, I'm sorry… I destroyed it," the boy said sadly.
"Silly kid," his mother lightly scolded him as she checked his body for injuries.
"As long as you're fine, everything else means nothing," she said with a laugh as she stood up and brought out the first-aid kit.
The boy smiled. Having a caring mother like this felt amazing.
"Thank you, Mom."
After cleaning him up and bandaging his wounds, she spoke again.
"Cain, be careful next time. Once your dad comes back, he'll try to fix it. Go upstairs and get dressed, okay? Dinner will be ready soon."
"Yes, Ma," Cain replied.
"And don't shower yet. The bandages can't get wet," his mother shouted as Cain laughed.
"Yes, Ma," he replied as he went upstairs.
Bam!
Cain shut his door and rushed to his desk.
A large book lay there.
Pushing aside his keyboard, Cain picked up his pen and opened the book.
"Ah, where was I?" Cain muttered as he stared at the words.
"Oh yes… Abornim was closing the rift after the Creator which is me, punished him. Hahaha, novel writing is fun. The imagination is amazing. What next? What next?" Cain thought as he reread the previous chapter.
But as he reached the end, his expression changed.
"Why is Abornim's name fading? I remember writing it clearly… wait, what's happening?"
Suddenly, Cain's vision blurred. Everything felt fuzzy.
Then he looked up and froze.
A shadowy figure stood in front of him.
Although it had only a humanoid outline and no face, a name echoed in Cain's mind.
"Abornim?" Cain whispered in shock.
How was this possible? How could a character from his novel appear in the real world?
Was he dreaming?
No… something was wrong.
"Oh, so you do remember, Creator," a deep voice echoed. "I told you a million mythological years ago, you would pay. And now… you shall."
Abornim stretched his arm into Cain's chest and grabbed his beating heart.
Squeeze.
Cain gasped, unable to breathe. Blood rushed from his eyes, nose, and ears.
"What—" Cain felt his life fading rapidly.
He was dying.
And he was dying at the hands of a character he had written.
Boom.
Cain collapsed to the floor, his life extinguished.
Abornim looked down at Cain's lifeless body and clicked his tongue.
"So weak," he muttered before disappearing.
Moments later, Cain's mother called out from downstairs.
"Cain? Is everything okay?"
No response.
Worried, she rushed upstairs and opened his door only to scream in horror.
"Cain! Cain!!!"
Neighbors gathered. Cain was rushed to the hospital.
But it was already too late.
"Who are his parents?" a male doctor asked as he came out, sweat on his face.
Cain's mother and father stepped forward in tears.
"We are."
The doctor shook his head.
"He was already dead when you brought him in. We ran an autopsy. When he fell off his bicycle earlier, his chest hit the ground. A rib broke and punctured his heart. If he had been brought in immediately, he could have survived… but sadly, he didn't."
Cain's parents collapsed in grief.
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Back at Cain's house, new words appeared in the book:
[Abornim killed the Creator and was freed from the curse.
He traveled to other worlds to grow stronger and fulfill his dream.]
The End
**Date: ***/2030
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Back in the Omniverse…
Void collapsed, and Mark quickly helped him up.
Void's body began healing as he groaned in pain.
"Master, we weren't supposed to do that," Mark said.
"Maybe," Void laughed weakly, "but why not? At least I'll be the first being to influence their world."
Just then, Abornim appeared.
"Thank you," Abornim said. Void nodded.
"Well, let's get going," Void said as Mark nodded.
Void was fully healed, back to normal.
Sigh…
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure descended.
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT.
"Huh? Who, what are you?" Void asked as he turned.
Mark was frozen in terror.
INFLUENCING OUR WORLD. DO YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED? I COULD ERASE YOU, CHILD.
"What the fuck?" Void muttered, completely confused.
I CAN'T FIX THE PAST, BUT I WILL FIX THE PRESENT. I SEE NOW WHY INFLUENCING OUR WORLD IS FORBIDDEN.
Void's eyes went blank.
Boom.
Void regained awareness.....
.
.
.
"Master… I didn't know the Creator was hiding in that universe," Mark said as he watched Abornim fighting a Rank 3 being.
"Yes… but let's leave. I'm sure Abornim can kill the Rank 3 Creator," Void replied.
"Ah, yes," Mark said as they vanished.
Moments later, a being in a modern coat appeared, scanning the area.
"What happened here? I sense the power of an Author… wait. Something was erased. Cleaned off."
YES. I TAKE RESPONSIBILITY. IT HAS BEEN FIXED.
A terrifying voice echoed from beyond.
"Huh? Fixed? You erased everything. No one can see what happened. Author, what did you do?" the being asked.
I DID NOTHING. AND HOW DARE YOU QUESTION ME.
Boom.
The being vanished.
"Tch… authors and their pride," another muttered, shaking his head before disappearing.
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Important note;
An Author-Level Being may influence a lower narrative, but cannot fully control another Author's narrative without triggering correction.
PS: Time Measurements
1 year
Decade – 10 years
Century – 100 years
Millennium – 1,000 years
Ten Millennia – 10,000 years
Hundred Millennia – 100,000 years
Megaannum – 1,000,000 (1 million) years
Gigaannum – 1,000,000,000 (1 billion )years
Universal Era – 1,000,000,000,000 (1 trillion )years
After each Universal Era, the universe undergoes a cleansing. All beings are destroyed and new ones are born.
The energy released from death is stronger than the energy used for creation—thus, stronger lifeforms emerge in the next era.
This terrifying evolutionary process was designed by the universe itself to improve.
At high enough realms, beings can survive this cycle—or wield artifacts to resist it.
Mythological Era – 1,000,000,000,000 Universal Eras
> Unlike the universe, the multi-universe does not cleanse itself.
A Mythological Era is simply how the age of a multi-universe is counted.