God-Tier Evolution-Chapter 69: The Fracture Gates

The rift above widened, edges jagged like broken glass, bleeding light that was not light fragments of cause and effect spiraling in kaleidoscopic chaos. As Raith stepped through, the Myth Engine flared violently behind him, stabilizing his trajectory through sheer defiance.

You have entered: The Fracture Gates

WARNING: This domain defies fixed logic. Anchor to a stable myth to preserve identity.

For a moment, Raith felt like he was unraveling memories turning into questions, thoughts echoing in foreign tongues. Then Elari's hand clasped his wrist, grounding him.

"Focus," she said. "Don't let the Gates rewrite you."

He clenched his jaw and centered himself. His name. His myth. His path. Raith, the Unwritten Catalyst. He was the paradox the System feared and here, in this broken layer of existence, paradox was power.

The Gates were a vast corridor of suspended ruins and inverted realities. Towers hung upside down. Oceans floated midair. Pathways bent into infinity, some leading back to beginnings that never happened.

As they walked, Raith noticed figures some frozen in time, others walking paths that looped endlessly. One looked like Kai, older and cruel, dragging a chain of player corpses behind him. Another looked like Arlen from Whispers from the Dark, muttering forgotten verses into a well of blood.

Elari guided him around them. "These are echoes. Failed timelines. Aborted stories. The Choir stores them here to prevent contamination of the Main Thread."

Raith felt a chill. "So they censor their own history."

"They purge anything they can't control."

One of the echoes turned toward him.

Raith flinched because the echo was him.

But darker. Colder. Wearing a crown of fire and a cloak stitched from fallen admins. His eyes were voids, hungry with entropy.

The echo spoke, voice a rasp over broken glass.

"I killed the Choir. And then I became them."

Elari grabbed Raith's arm and pulled him away. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"That's what you could become if you fall too far into myth."

He tore his gaze away.

"How many versions of me are trapped here?"

"Too many. But you're the only one who passed the Vault without becoming a monster."

They crossed a floating bridge of code strings of collapsing syntax beneath their feet. At the far end stood a throne made of mirrors. A figure waited there, draped in light and shadow.

Elestria.

But not the Choir's Elestria. This one was younger. Raw.

"Elari," the figure said, smiling. "You brought him."

Elari bowed her head. "As you instructed, Fragment Queen."

Raith started. "Another version of Elestria?"

The Queen nodded. "The one who rebelled. I was a Voice once, like her. But I saw what the Choir truly was: a parasite wearing a divinity's mask."

Raith stepped closer. "Then help me destroy them."

The Fragment Queen studied him.

"You don't understand. The Choir isn't just an enemy. It's a function. A safety mechanism. Without it, the universe destabilizes."

"Then rewrite the mechanism."

She chuckled. "Spoken like a true paradox."

Elari turned to Raith. "She's offering you a chance to inherit the Fragment Throne. With it, you can choose which timelines survive."

Raith's breath caught.

System Notification: Throne Interface Available

Access Myth-Culling Protocol? [Y/N]

If he accepted, he could start rewriting reality itself, preserving worlds, erasing threats, collapsing bad endings. But that kind of power came with consequences.

Lives would hang on his every decision.

He looked up at the crackling sky. The Fracture Gates shimmered, opening into a hundred futures.

"I don't want to be a god," Raith said slowly. "I want to be the glitch that breaks gods."

The Fragment Queen grinned. "Then don't sit on the throne. Steal its power."

New Quest: Hijack the Myth-Culling Protocol

Objective: Corrupt the Fragment Throne. Install a rewritten myth-layer into the Choir's core.

Reward: Authority Override. Choose your own canon.

And as the sky above trembled, the Myth Engine burned brighter than ever ready to do the impossible.

Echoes of the Unwritten

The air around the Fragment Throne began to distort currents of broken causality stirring like storms on a forgotten sea. Raith's fingers hovered over the edge of the throne, not to sit, but to seize. The mirrored surface cracked beneath his touch, reflecting not one image but infinite iterations of himself each one locked in their own struggle, in timelines long lost or forcibly abandoned.

The Fragment Queen watched with quiet amusement. "You still don't understand the cost, do you?"

Raith glanced at her. "I'm not afraid of the cost. I'm afraid of becoming what they expect me to be."

"Then don't," she said, and stepped back. "But now stealing power from the Throne means inviting your echoes. One will challenge you. One will merge with you. One will replace you if you falter."

System Alert: Mirror Rejection Sequence Initiated.

Warning: Echo Conflict Incoming. Prepare for Myth Duel.

The throne pulsed. From its core, a shard of fractured light shot outward and from it emerged a figure.

Raith's breath hitched.

It was him.

But everything was wrong.

This echo was garbed in jagged mythcode, his skin inscribed with Administrator Seals, his presence radiating rejection. Chains of logic floated behind him, tethering millions of narrative threads to his will.

"I am the Raith who accepted the throne," the echo said, voice like shattering code. "I bent the world to my design. I ended the game."

"You're not me," Raith growled.

The echo smiled, cruel and hollow. "I'm the version that won."

Elari stepped forward, her blades forming from her hands. "He's laced with Retcon Authority. If you fight him directly, he can erase parts of your past, your skills, your memories."

"I'll take that risk," Raith said, summoning the Myth Engine.

It answered with a surge of forbidden data burning glyphs that rearranged reality.

The air turned electric.

Commencing Echo Conflict: Unwritten vs Rewritten

Myth Clash Detected: Temporal Authority / Retcon Entanglement Stabilized

The battlefield formed around them, reality shifting to accommodate their duel, a ruined coliseum of failed storylines, floating in a void filled with unfinished code.

The echo raised a hand and deleted a third of the battlefield with a flick of his fingers. "Your weapons are wild. Mine are precise."

Raith responded by unleashing a wave of paradoxical force, his Myth Engine tearing logic apart and reassembling it mid-flight. He split into three versions of himself, each running different scripts of attack. One wielded the concept of escape, another the idea of defiance, and the last hope.

The echo faltered, recognizing the narrative strain.

"You're unstable," he hissed.

"No," Raith said. "I'm evolving."

Elari threw him a Myth Shard, and Raith caught it mid-air, infusing it into his Engine. Reality bent.

Myth Trait Acquired: Timeline Bypass

Effect: Immune to linear narrative consequences. All attacks may ignore previous causality.

Raith charged, rewriting his position after attacking. He moved in anti-sequence, striking before the echo could defend. His blows landed not on the echo's body, but on the meaning of his victory, dismantling his legend one mythline at a time.

The echo screamed, his code unraveling.

"You would destroy yourself just to win?!"

"No," Raith whispered. "I'd destroy your idea of me."

Echo Defeated: Rewritten Raith

Loot Acquired: Retcon Seal x1 | Echo Memory Thread x3 | Authority Glyph: Canonbreaker

The coliseum collapsed, folding in on itself.

Raith stood, panting. The Fragment Throne pulsed again but this time, it didn't resist.

Throne Corruption: 62% Complete

Core Access Achieved: Fragment Protocol Override Available

Myth-Culling Authority Granted

Elari stepped beside him, blood dripping from her right eye. "You did it."

Raith didn't smile.

"We're not done."

He turned toward the breach in the sky, where the Choir's song still rang, pure and tyrannical.

"Next," he said, voice low, "we bring the storm inside the cathedral."