Secretive Plotter.

Up until now, I hadn’t planned on asking for his help. From the start, it was doubtful he’d even respond, and I was afraid that my call might cause even greater chaos in the universe.

But that was when I was in the 41st round.

This place was the 1,863rd round. A world line where a clear “contractor” connected to him already existed.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you even know what you’re saying right now?"

"I’m perfectly sane."

The 'Secretive Plotter' was the strongest divinity I knew. One of the 'great old beings', and the king of the Outer Gods called the 'Great Plot'.

If I could only get his help—if I could somehow open a deal with him—then it would be possible to resolve this situation.

Kugugugugu.

Another roar rang out in the sky. An Outer God trying to interfere with the 1,863rd round was moving. With the scenario nearing its end, and with the ‘void curtain’ covering Earth surely having become extremely thin because of the plausibility of my appearance. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before the 1,863rd round broke.

Frowning deeply, Han Sooyoung shook her head and said.

"No. I can’t call that bastard. My contract with him is already over."

The contract was over?

"Didn’t you hear anything from the main body? The moment the 'Yoo Joonghyuk of the 1,863rd round' made ‘that choice’, my contract ended too."

I carefully recalled the contents of the main story.

「"I made a contract with the 'Secretive Plotter' on the completion of 'a certain world'. If I give him what he wants, he’ll help me complete the world I want too."」

In the main story, the Han Sooyoung of the 1,863rd round definitely said that.

The ‘certain world’ she mentioned was probably this 1,863rd round.

Separated from the ‘main body’, she wanted to have a world of her own, and the Secretive Plotter provided this 1,863rd round world as her stage.

In exchange, Han Sooyoung promised ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’s death’.

"Yoo Joonghyuk chose regression and death at the same time."

And thanks to Kim Dokja’s great performance, Yoo Joonghyuk of the 1,863rd round split into two, with one side choosing ‘death’ and the other choosing ‘regression’.

Because there was a Yoo Joonghyuk who succeeded in ‘death’, the ‘otherworldly covenant’ Han Sooyoung made was completed as well.

"I can’t contact the Secretive Plotter anymore. I don’t even know where he is or what he’s doing."

"Have you ever tried calling him?"

"I asked for help a few times. But even that was two years ago. Now the line itself that I could contact is gone."

It felt like my chest dropped with a thud.

In the sky, an enormous Outer God on the level of a ‘great old being’ was trying to come over, and the ‘Secretive Plotter’ couldn’t be contacted.

"Even if you could contact him, it’d still be a problem. Did you forget that every ‘otherworldly covenant’ has a price?"

"Whatever the price is, I can bear it."

"Even if you can bear it, it’s a problem for us. We don’t know what the ‘Otherworldly Divinities’ will want."

I could understand Han Sooyoung’s words too.

She had the ‘Final Scenario’ right in front of her, and she’d probably prepared every plan in advance through [Expected Plagiarism].

But for some guy who suddenly dropped from the sky to call in an ‘Otherworldly Divinity’—of course it would be a problem.

But I couldn’t just back down either.

"If I want to return to my original world line, there’s no other method besides getting help from an ‘Otherworldly Divinity’. If we keep dragging this out, your world is really going to be destroyed."

Either way, if I couldn’t return to my original world line, this world was finished.

But it looked like Han Sooyoung thought a little differently from me.

"Well. There’s one method that’s easier than you going home."

I didn’t ask what it was. Even without asking, I could tell.

Lee Seolhwa, her face pale, grabbed Han Sooyoung’s shoulder.

"Sooyoung. Don’t."

"Let go."

"He hasn’t done anything wrong."

"The moment he dragged something like that into our world, he already committed a serious crime."

A cold killing intent was rising from Han Sooyoung’s entire body as she looked at me.

"And this bastard, no matter how I look at him, something about him feels shady. He drops from the sky out of nowhere and starts threatening me about Kim Dokja being in danger and whatever."

"……."

"It’s weird that you came from the 41st round too. Why did you come from the 41st round and not the 3rd? Did Kim Dokja split up like a slime and scatter all over the universe or something?"

She was diagnosing the situation so accurately that for a moment I had nothing to say.

Han Sooyoung spoke in a cold voice, as if cutting off the remaining emotional tether.

"It’s better to just kill you here. That ‘Otherworldly Divinity’ came targeting this guy anyway."

"Wait. If you kill me—"

"What, do you have some memory that can’t disappear? Don’t worry."

Han Sooyoung smiled faintly as she said it.

"I’ll retrieve your memories and go return them."

I never thought the Han Sooyoung of the 1,863rd round would be this no-brakes.

She’d made her judgment with [Expected Plagiarism]. That eliminating me here was the safest path to protecting this world she’d guarded.

"Even if you have Kim Dokja’s memories, I can’t trade this world line’s destruction for them."

A calm, composed sentence. Hearing that voice, I felt like I could understand her heart a little.

"Is that so."

When you write, there comes a moment like that.

No matter how precious a character is, to protect the world’s plausibility—or to keep the entire story from breaking—you have to sacrifice them.

Maybe Han Sooyoung had decided to shoulder that responsibility herself by killing me.

Looking at the [Black Flame] burning in her right hand, I grinned.

"I respect your choice."

"Yeah, thanks."

Like the blade of a guillotine, Han Sooyoung’s hand rose into the air.

The hand that must have written and erased countless sentences was about to strike down my neck, when I opened my mouth.

"But do you know something?"

I understood her as a writer, for sure. But right now, I wasn’t the writer of this world—I was a ‘character’. So,

"The 'Oldest Dream' isn’t a ‘giant baby’."

Struggling to survive as a character—at least I had to try.

Han Sooyoung flinched and glared at me. Looking at her hand stopped exactly three spans away, I calmly continued.

"You’re probably expecting it too. What kind of structure this world is made of. How world lines are connected to world lines. Why stories endlessly flow only into ‘empty places’."

"Sounds like you’re trying to grab my interest by telling a plausible story—"

"That’s right. So while I’m at it, I’ll say one more thing."

Once, Father King said.

"Everything is already written, and at the same time, it is being written."

If all of this was inevitability, and already written and at the same time being written—

"Han Sooyoung, do you think it’s just coincidence that I came to this world?"

A puzzle was clicking into place in my head.

The future of the Han Sooyoung of the 1,863rd round, and the way she saw the ‘end of the world’. And even # Nоvеlight # the clearing process of hers that wasn’t written in the main story.

"If you kill me, you’ll never be able to see the end of this world."

The moment I saw Han Sooyoung’s eyes, I was certain. Right now, she too was thinking—maybe the exact same thing as me.

"That… how do you know that?"

With [Expected Plagiarism], with her who would someday use ‘Ways of Survival’, she would already be guessing.

How this world was constructed, and what the ‘wall’ was that she would collide with at the end of this 1,863rd round.

And even what she needed in order to cross that ‘wall’.

"To see the end of the world, you need the ‘fragments of the Final Wall’."

"If it’s fragments, I have some too."

"But you couldn’t get the ‘last fragment’."

Han Sooyoung’s eyes widened.

"Because that ‘fragment’ doesn’t exist in this world line."

The last fragment of the Final Wall. That was something only Kim Dokja had.

Because this world existed to keep Kim Dokja—the ‘Oldest Dream’—alive.

That was why Yoo Joonghyuk of ‘Ways of Survival’ couldn’t reach his ■■ even after reaching the end of the world.

"I can help you cross the ‘Final Wall’."

Han Sooyoung’s lips parted.

Even without using [Lie Detection], the current Han Sooyoung would have realized my words were true.

Once again, a roar echoed through the sky.

Han Sooyoung opened her mouth.

"I can’t call an Otherworldly Divinity."

Without realizing it, I swallowed down my saliva. Was she still planning to kill me even after I’d said this much?

Thankfully, I couldn’t feel the same killing intent from her as before.

"I’m saying you don’t need to use such a dangerous method to send you back to your original world line."

"Then that means—"

"As long as you get to Seoul, it doesn’t matter if you go the long way, right?"

But without making an ‘otherworldly covenant’, there was no way for me to cross world lines in my current state.

No—if there was a way…

"Is there still an ‘ark’ left in this world line?"

Han Sooyoung pointed outside the window.

Even higher than the place where the Apocalypse Dragon’s sealing sphere was located. At the edge of that sky, I could see the stern of a ship jutting out like it was stuck into the heavens.

"That…"

"It’s an ark that the guys who were trying to run away to another world rode. If we retrieve it and fix it, we can probably use it."

"Ah."

"Originally, I was going to just blow the whole thing away. That ‘ark’ was blocking the gate leading to the Final Scenario."

Meaning, Han Sooyoung was saying she would retrieve that ark herself for me.

But Han Sooyoung and I both knew there was one problem.

Kudududud!

With the sky splitting, I heard the sound of the curtain tearing. It looked like the color of the sky was changing, and then the ‘True Word Defense System’ protecting the headquarters area began to collapse.

At last, the Outer God beyond the curtain was crossing into this world line.

"Han Sooyoung."

I called her urgently.

This wasn’t a situation where we could retrieve the ark right away. If we didn’t stop that Outer God right now, this world line would be finished before we could do anything properly.

"It came targeting me, so I’ll buy time."

"……."

"Even if I get caught by that thing, I won’t die immediately. While I buy time, if you retrieve the ark—"

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

"Yes?"

The moment I saw her expression, I realized something.

This world line was the 1,863rd round. And Han Sooyoung was a ‘constellation’ standing right before this world’s ‘Final Scenario’.

[A constellation, ‘Director of the False Epilogue’, is looking at you.]

Only then did I feel her rank—the power of the tales she had built up.

"I didn’t come this far through the scenario for nothing. Me, and my companions too."

A dazzling ray of light flowed out from Han Sooyoung’s entire body.

"Originally, it was something I was going to use when I blew the ark up, but it can’t be helped."

The tales she had endured and survived with were speaking of her.

[A Giant Story, ‘Han Sooyoung Corporation’, begins its story.]

The story shot up into the air, leaving behind a beautiful tail.

But no matter what kind of history she’d built, the opponent was an Outer God that even surpassed an ‘old being’.

An enemy that would be hard to face even if myth-grade constellations joined forces.

No matter what in this world line was used, it was impossible to exterminate that ‘Outer God’.

"Anti-Nebula slaughter weapon, open."

An anti-nebula slaughter weapon?

I hurriedly looked up in the direction Han Sooyoung’s story was being sucked into.

「There was one. Just one. An existence that could stand against that ‘Otherworldly Divinity’.」

But I thought there was no way it could be possible. No matter how much it was Han Sooyoung, there was no way she could control a disaster like that.

「But Han Sooyoung did it.」

The ‘Apocalypse Dragon’s sealing sphere’ that swallowed Han Sooyoung’s story began to emit a blue light. Watching that sight, I finally understood how Han Sooyoung had defeated those terrifying constellations and Demon Kings and reached the end of this world.

"Adjust the Apocalypse Dragon’s sleep phase to REM level 3."

She had succeeded in turning that ‘Final Dragon of the Apocalypse’ into a weapon.

The Apocalypse Dragon, still with its eyes closed, raised its head toward the sky as if it was annoyed. And then, the next moment—

"Erase it."

Toward the atmosphere where the Otherworldly Divinity was crossing over, the Apocalypse Dragon’s breath poured out an entrancing fire.