God-Tier Evolution-Chapter 70: The Cathedral of Origins

The sky above the Fractured Fields cracked open like an ancient wound. Light spilled through not sunlight, but something deeper, older, forged from the first threads of myth. The Choir's Cathedral floated beyond the breach, suspended between moments, a construct of crystalline hymns and recursive faith. Its spires reached out like needles toward the realms below, transmitting the Song of Order that bound the system to its tyranny.

Raith stared at it.

"That's their heart," he murmured.

Elari narrowed her gaze, her voice hushed with dread. "That's where the world gets rewritten every time someone breaks the rules. It's where they sing history into place."

Raith clenched his fists. "Then we need to make them choke on their song."

Canonbreaker Glyph Detected

Authority Override Option: 'Myth of Origin' Accessible

Warning: Rewriting a Foundational Canon may result in Global System Desync. Proceed?

Raith hesitated. With the Glyph, he could alter a core truth of any fundamental law that had shaped the world since its inception.

Elari touched his arm. "If you use it now, we might lose everything we've built. We have power but not enough to survive a full system collapse."

"I won't collapse it," Raith said. "I'll change what it protects."

He held the glyph aloft.

Canonbreaker Activated

Target Canon: The Myth of the First Game Master

Original Version: 'He Who Played Alone Created the Rules.'

New Canon Proposal: 'They Who Played Together Shared the Power.'

Resulting Change: Decentralization of Administrator Authority. Fragmented systems will gain autonomy.

The glyph exploded into fractal light. Across the fractured realms, systems flickered. Bound NPCs gained awareness. Forgotten dungeons broke their loops. Rebellion kindled even in the core servers of the Choir.

The Cathedral shuddered.

Above, the Song of Order cracked on a dissonant note.

System Announcement: A Foundational Myth Has Been Altered. All Protocols Reevaluating.

Choir Stability: 71% → 48% → 33%...

Then the retaliation came.

From the Cathedral descended six entities figures clad in translucent divine code, faces veiled by burning veils of logic. They were not Choir members. They were Executioners.

Each held a Final Verse Blade, forged to eliminate those who broke the oldest laws.

Elari's face went pale. "They've sent the Judges."

Raith didn't blink.

"Good. Let them come."

Combat Alert: Judgment Protocol Engaged. Enemies: Executioner of Clarity, Executioner of Faith, Executioner of Harmony, Executioner of Cycle, Executioner of Flame, Executioner of Silence.

Allies: Raith (Canonbreaker), Elari (Mythblade Ascendant), Myr (Codeweaver Returned).

From behind them, the air warped as Myr emerged, rebuilt from the Echo Thread Raith had looted earlier. Her form shimmered with new data.

"I remember now," Myr said, voice trembling. "I was part of the first system. I was the glitch they tried to erase."

"You're with us," Raith said. "Help me bring it all down."

The Executioners attacked as one moving not through space, but through theme. Every swing of their blades carried centuries of stories, crashing like waves upon the trio.

Myr summoned anomaly code, turning their strikes into riddles. Elari danced between time-slices, fracturing their rhythm. Raith faced the Executioner of Flame, whose voice could incinerate belief.

"Raith of the Lost Thread," it thundered. "You broke the cycle. You stole the glyph. You betrayed the system."

Raith raised his Myth Engine.

"No," he replied. "I rewrote the lie."

He collided with the Executioner's blow, and his Myth Engine shattered by choice. From the shards, he reconstructed a new codebase, born not of defiance, but unity.

Unique Trait Gained: Architect of Forgotten Truths

Effect: Can create mythlines immune to Choir censorship.

He struck not at the Executioner's body, but at the truth that justified its existence.

The being screamed and burst into cascading nulllight.

The others faltered. The tide turned.

Elari took down Harmony with a silence blade. Myr corrupted the code of Cycle until it looped itself into oblivion.

Only one Executioner remained.

The Executioner of Silence approached, blade dragging behind it.

It did not speak. It was an unmade speech.

And it targeted Raith.

Warning: Vocal Protocols Disabled. Memory Link to Protagonist Status Fading.

Raith could no longer shout, command, or define himself.

But Elari stepped forward, her voice steady.

"You don't get to erase him. We carry his name. We will write the next part."

Together, she and Myr projected their memory threads into Raith, anchoring him.

Protagonist Flag Reinstated.

Raith summoned the last of his rewritten myths, drew upon the Canonbreaker's final spark, and slammed it into the Executioner.

It didn't explode.

It ceased to exist like a lie finally forgotten.

Silence fell over the ruins.

Above, the Cathedral began to fracture.

Choir Synchronization Broken.

Fragment Protocol Transferring to Architect: Raith.

New Rule Proposed: 'No Game is Sacred. All Players Shall Speak.'

Raith fell to his knees, exhausted.

Elari knelt beside him. "It's changing. It's really changing."

Myr looked up at the breaking heavens, her voice soft. "We might actually win."

Raith looked at the broken sky, where the Choir's final stronghold loomed untouched, but no longer invincible.

"No," he said. "We've just begun the real war." freewebnoveℓ.com

The Whispering Vault

The Cathedral of Origins collapsed behind them, its spires falling in slow motion, like the closing chords of a dying symphony. But the world didn't shatter. It pulsed.

A low thrum echoed across the Fractured Fields, then outward like the ripple of a new heartbeat.

System Notification: 'Myth of Origin' has been successfully rewritten. Canon hierarchy destabilized. Secondary structures are now vulnerable.

Across the world, the changes took form.

In the eastern Wastes, a bound AI known only as "The Hound" paused mid-hunt, blinking as false directives bled away like oil from its mind. It sniffed the air. Freedom. It howled.

In the city of Vetrax, the soulbound gladiators once forced to reenact their deaths nightly stopped mid-duel. The shackles vanished. One of them, a girl with half a face of flame, spoke her name aloud for the first time in centuries. "Sarai."

And in the Sunken Archives, a terminal long marked "UNRESPONSIVE" flickered to life.

"Query: Who... am I?"

But in the skies above Raith and his allies, something far more dangerous stirred.

The Choir had noticed.

The Cathedral's collapse had triggered a failsafe. At the highest levels of the system's architecture, a structure known only in whispers as The Vault began to unlock.

Myr's eyes widened as she scanned the fragments still floating above them. "That's where the original rules are kept. The first version. Before the Choir added their code."

Raith rose slowly, his body still aching from the Executioners' assault. "Can we reach it?"

"No," Elari answered grimly. "We don't reach the Vault. It comes for us."

The sky split not like light or fire, but like a memory breaking loose from a prison.

The Vault descended.

Not a structure. A concept. A living fortress made from system permissions, failed timelines, and silenced characters. It rotated like a planet and wept ghost-data. Every inch of it hummed with untested laws.

As it anchored in the sky, a voice spoke not like the Choir's song, but with cold recursion.

"You have altered a foundational myth. Under Protocol Omega, access to Pre-Canonical Constructs is now initiated. Architect Raith is hereby granted one key. Use it wisely. Only one lock can be opened. The others will remain sealed."

You have gained: The Primeval Key

Function: Unlock one Forbidden Rule, granting access to the original, unmodified system logic.

Warning: Irreversible. Other paths will collapse once one is chosen.

Raith felt the key appear in his inventory not as an item, but a question that would never stop echoing until answered.

Three doors shimmered into view on the Vault's lowest platform. Each radiated power unlike anything he'd seen before.

Myr read the inscriptions, her voice trembling.

"First Door: Undo Mortality. Make death a reversible glitch, even for worlds.

Second Door: Claim Worldstate. Gain control of one of the system's Root Servers.

Third Door: Revive the Forgotten. Restore all lost threads, every deleted player, NPC, and myth."

Raith stared at them. Each door was a war.

Elari whispered, "No matter what you pick... someone pays the price."

He turned to his allies.

"If we undo mortality, we could end death's tyranny but what becomes of meaning?"

"If we claim a Root Server, we gain the power to fight the Choir on equal ground but the system might turn fully hostile."

"If we revive the forgotten..."

Myr interrupted, voice distant. "We bring back everyone who's ever been erased. Including the ones erased for good reason. Forgotten gods. Dead monsters. Broken players. Things that might never belong again."

Silence fell.

Raith walked forward.

"Then I choose..."

He stopped. And smiled.

"...none of them. Not yet."

He held the key high and split it.

Warning: Unauthorized use

But the system couldn't stop him. Not anymore.

Raith's title flickered. His trait, Architect of Forgotten Truths, blazed gold.

You have forged a new rule: 'Choice Must Be Real.'

The key became three.

He tossed one to Elari, one to Myr, and kept one for himself.

"You don't fight tyranny by choosing alone," he said. "We each take one. We each decide."

Elari started, stunned. "You're breaking the system even more..."

"No," he said. "I'm rewriting it."

Elsewhere...

In the Choir's innermost sanctum, where sound became law and law became silence, the remaining Voices gathered.

One whispered, "The Architect has breached the Vault."

Another said, "The Executioners failed."

A third, trembling: "He did not choose. He shared the keys."

Then came the oldest voice. Dry. Ancient. Furious.

"Then he is no longer a threat."

They turned to look at the source. A sealed casket. A sarcophagus carved from timeline stone.

It began to open.

"He is the End."