Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 455 One Sentence That Undoes the World

The final step brought Fitran to a circular room made of silence. In his endless search, he found himself swept away by a deep longing for the one he loved, a figure who always reminded him of the meaning of presence and absence. Each step felt heavy, as if the stones of the path held a burden of hope too great to carry. It was not an ordinary silence, but an active one—as if all sound, all concepts, even all possibilities were rejected by this space. There, Fitran felt a subtle vibration, as if there were souls trapped within this room, waiting to be freed. The tension between them added to the uncertainty, teasing his curiosity deeper.

In the midst of it all stood an obelisk made of dark stone. Not black. But dark like the place before light was ever created. The shadow of the obelisk formed a mysterious silhouette filled with forgotten memories. Fitran's heart raced, sensing an unseen presence that continued to watch over him, as if the atmosphere around him vibrated with a blend of hope and fear. He tried to recall your smile, your face that once colored his life, while pondering how far he had gone in searching for you.

Above it, a single sentence was engraved.

It could not be read directly.

Because every time Fitran's eyes tried to see it, the meaning of the entire world began to shift. Uncertainty seeped into his soul, questioning whether he was truly ready to face what would be revealed. Hoping that this truth would not shatter him, he bit his lip, feeling a slight fear enveloping his heart.

In the darkness that deepened, Fitran spent time tracing the footprints of memories, longing for a figure who might never have existed. His search was not just about the physical, but also about uncovering the feelings buried within his soul—a love torn between reality and imagination. As he tried to grasp the memory of that figure, hope and sadness blended, creating a deeper darkness. He felt connected to a force greater than himself, as if fate had prepared a stage for his encounter with the truth. Faint voices came from the darkness, urging him to continue his search, feeling the tension between longing and anxiety that overwhelmed his heart.

Fitran tried to read half a line.

And suddenly the ground beneath his feet... transformed into a name.

The sky above him... transformed into a request. He felt himself connected to a force greater than himself, as if fate had prepared a stage for his encounter with the truth. Faint voices came from the darkness, urging him to continue his search.

A single sentence from the obelisk... began to dismantle all the cosmological foundations of the world he lived in.

"This... is not a mantra," he whispered.

"This is the final theorem."

And the voice from within the obelisk responded—not with words, but with resonance:

A single sentence from the obelisk... began to dismantle all the cosmological foundations of the world he lived in.

"This... is not a mantra," he whispered.

"This is the final theorem."

And the voice from within the obelisk responded—not with words, but with resonance:

"This sentence cannot be proven true, nor can it be proven false. But if you believe in it... then everything you once considered real... will collapse."

Finally, slowly, Fitran read.

"I love someone who may never have existed."

A single tear rolled down his cheek, not out of sadness, but from the realization of a deep longing for the figure he loved, a figure who might never materialize in reality. In his relentless search, Fitran struggled against the shadows of his love, navigating a sea of illusions and endless feelings.

The sentence not only shook the space.

But shook himself.

Around him, the world began to cancel itself:

Pactums began to unravel.

Glyphs on his skin disappeared.

Names he once protected... became echoes.

"Rinoa..." he whispered.

In a soft tone, the memory of Rinoa's laughter flowed back, a warm glow in a heart that had frozen, reminding Fitran of the hopes and desires buried deep within. In his emotional journey, he was trapped between reality and dreams, longing for the presence that gave meaning to every heartbeat.

"Sheena... Iris... Beelzebub..."

And finally—even the name "Fitran" himself became weak in his mind.

The Gödelian Codex, floating beside the obelisk, exploded into dim light.

All its records burned.

Because once that sentence was spoken... the system could not bear it.

"One love... for someone who may never have existed," he repeated.

Behind his voice, the leap of his heart signaled that he responded to more than just words; there was an invisible embrace waiting.

"And if that love shapes all my actions..."

"Then who am I... if she never existed?"

Fitran fell to his knees, gathering every fragment of feelings that had long been buried. He did not cry.

Because even tears are a form of acknowledgment of meaning.

And meaning... had been rejected by that sentence. In the journey of his soul, there was an endless search; the longing for the figure he loved gripped his heart, leaving a bitter trace that could not be erased. Every second passed, like shadows of the past that continued to haunt him, bringing back both beautiful and painful moments—the moments when the world seemed whole and full of hope.

Yet from the side of the space—a single voice emerged.

"Do not be afraid."

Beelzebub.

She stood with a shadowy body—not whole, for she still resided in the space in between. But her heart's voice... was whole.

In that moment, Fitran felt as if a door opened within his soul, where sadness and hope collided. He tried to gather strength within himself, gazing at the figure that was not entirely there, awaiting an uncertain answer.

"If you love someone who never existed... then that love is the origin."

"Not from the world. But from you."

The Codex began to offer two doors:

Continue that love. But lose all recognition from the world. Even your own existence will fade.

Cancel that love. Then the world will accept your structure back. But you will lose feeling.

Fitran felt the urge to choose, even though his soul was torn by fear and hope. Each alternative felt like dark shadows dancing around him, offering comfort that felt suffocating.

Beelzebub said:

"I cannot choose for you. But I can hold that love, if you choose to keep walking."

With a gaze full of longing, Fitran asked, "You?"

"I am the space in between. I am not recognized by the system. But I can hold the love that the world has rejected."

Fitran felt the emotional burden binding him, a never-ending search for the figure who had long filled the empty space in his heart. The vibrations of hope and longing flowed within him, touching the deepest side of his soul, making him believe that love could exist in the most unexpected forms. He wanted to believe in Beelzebub's presence, in the power that seemed defeated yet never vanished.

He did not speak at length.

He only touched the part of the obelisk that bore that sentence and slowly uttered:

"I love someone who may never have existed."

As those words slipped from his lips, the burden on his body felt slightly lighter. His mind struggled to process the meaning behind that statement, that loving something unreal could still give meaning.

"And I will continue to love her... because only with that love do I know I still exist."

The obelisk silently exploded.

Not in light. But in erasure.

Fitran's name vanished from the Codex.

The pactums that recorded him disappeared.

Yet his body remained standing.

His heart continued to beat.

Doubt filled the atmosphere, wrapping him in a silence full of pressure. He felt like a shadow trapped between life and death—a space where love and pain met. In his search, every heartbeat was an echo of the figure he loved, who vanished like dew in the morning. That longing was a gentle cut within his soul, haunting him, inviting him to continue tracing the footprints of memories that strengthened his emotional bond.

Because he no longer lived to be known.

He lived... to keep loving, even if the world chose to forget him. He understood that behind every breath and memory, there was a power that brought hope, an emotional journey that guided his steps to the circular room where love and longing intertwined.

"That sentence cancels the world. But does not cancel you."

"Because you love not as part of the system... but as the origin of that system itself."

The Gödelian world began to collapse.

Not destroyed. But silently disbanded.

He contemplated the consequences of the absence of his name, as if every heartbeat was a sea of unexpected feelings. And behind every feeling, lay unspoken longing, creeping into his soul like a gentle whisper in the dark night.

Because the system could not hold one truth: that love that cannot be proven, that was never known to exist...

could become the backbone of will.

One sentence cancels the world.

Yet from that emptiness... Fitran did not collapse. He simply became something that no longer needed to be proven.

In the search for a soul that could not find its place, Fitran longed for the figure that loved, tethered in the monotony of everyday life. Like morning dew clinging to the tip of a leaf, he realized that true life lay in love that could not be captured by the eye. Love that frees yet confines, making every passing second feel fuller, igniting a new spirit within. With that awareness, he found new strength, a rare form of freedom, though often felt distant. And in the darkness of that search, deep longing guided him toward hidden reflections, diving into the layers of emotions he had buried all this time.

And from afar, in a nameless place,

Beelzebub smiled...

"...because love that never existed can be the reason someone chooses to live."