Chapter 34
He entrusted the responsibility to Ilux to stop the battle between Aldraya and Erietta, two immense forces now trapped in a conflict that could no longer be called a mere dispute.
In Theo's eyes, the balance of Flo Viva Mythology always demanded certain sacrifices, and this time, that sacrifice might have to come from himself.
Ilux, on the other hand, did not understand.
His gaze reflected confusion and uncertainty, showing that he could not yet grasp why Theo chose to remain behind—why someone who should be helping to calm the conflict preferred to act as a spectator instead.
His heart churned between suspicion and trust, between anger on the verge of rising and sympathy that held him back.
But when he glanced and saw Theo's eyes—steady, almost cold like stone untouched by time—Ilux suppressed the urge to ask.
He knew that in a situation like this, any question could ignite a spark that might burn away both of their focus.
Then they fell silent again, walking with burdens known only to each of them.
"Avoid reckless actions while you're here.I'll approach Aldraya and Erietta as soon as I can, making sure they don't kill each other."
Buuuk – buuuk!
Fuuuuuh!
'Thank goodness… I'm still alive.
After all that chaos—after the scenario was thrown into disarray by the interference of one Administrator, Cru.
Even though only his manifestation entered this game, the impact nearly killed me on the spot.'
Tsuuuuf!
'My shoulder and left arm still feel like they're burning.Luckily, all of Ilux's achievements seep into me as well—including the rapid regeneration of his robotic cells.'
Waaannng!
'With this, I only need a short time before my tissues and muscles fully heal.No need to go to the academy hospital, no need to listen to some doctor lecture me about resting for a whole month.'
After Ilux walked away, his footsteps fading slowly among the shadows of the trees, Theo leaned against the trunk he had chosen earlier.
His exhale came out heavy, like the voice of a world that had just escaped a small extinction, yet still echoed with the remnants of chaos.
Amid the brush of wind and the scent of damp earth, Theo bowed his head, feeling the faint pulse in his left arm, still trembling from impacts and deep wounds not yet recovered.
He knew how thin the line was between success and destruction, especially when his opponents weren't merely physical threats, but parts of a game structure sabotaged by unseen hands of the Administrators.
Theo understood that his survival to this point wasn't mere luck.
He had passed two trials that should have been impossible.
A scenario shattered by an Administrator's intervention, and Cru's merciless hand that nearly reduced his body to bloody ruins.
His left arm felt like a burden.
Cold and limp, as though the muscles inside refused to accept that life still flowed within them.
But beneath the pain, there was a pulse of new strength beginning to bloom—a faint sense that the robotic-cell regeneration Ilux possessed was now working inside him.
He could feel the recovery process, slow but certain, like a machine restarting after long silence.
The fusion of human flesh and mechanical power now resided within him, turning Theo into an anomaly in Flo Viva Mythology.
He was no longer merely a writer trapped inside his own game world, but an entity that continued to adapt, absorbing abilities from the protagonist who should have stood alone at the frontlines.
Theo realized that every achievement and new skill Ilux obtained automatically flowed to him as well, like two systems sharing the same breath and pulse.
With faster regeneration, the wound on his left shoulder slowly closed, muscle fibers reconnecting, and the stabbing pain fading into a faint warmth spreading to his fingertips.
He knew that without that ability, he might have long stopped breathing in this world.
Theo looked up at the sky, offering silent gratitude.
'I can feel it. The regeneration is working.The muscle fibers in my left shoulder are reconnecting, and the bone is slowly knitting itself back together.Insane… its effect is absolutely ridiculous. If not for the skill synchronization with Ilux, I might've collapsed forever right here.'
Fuuuuh!
'While waiting for the process to finish, time to work.I have to update the scenario notes before everything falls apart.What has happened, what will happen, and what hasn't—everything must be written.If not, I'll lose my way when this game's flow shifts again.'
Beneath Theo's cracked and torn skin, silver light flickered, stitching fragments of tissue together with a mechanical rhythm—gentle yet terrifying.
His left arm slowly sealed itself, recreating damaged cells and organs with precision impossible for any ordinary human.
Around eighty percent of the wound had healed, leaving faint patterns like glowing roots crawling beneath the surface of his skin.
The air around him vibrated softly, radiating faint warmth that signaled his inner system was working at a capacity beyond normal.
Each second, the crisp sound of cells fusing back together echoed like the whisper of machines praying in the quiet.
Theo observed the result with a mix of awe and dread.
He knew this regeneration wasn't merely a blessing—it was a reminder that he was no longer entirely human.
Inside his body now lived a fragment of immortality he never asked for.
He could feel the flow of electricity from his shoulder to his fingertips, proof that Ilux's automatic healing system still operated through the shared code intertwining them.
Among those pulses, Theo felt a faint ache.
Not from pain, but from realizing that his body was now just a copy of something greater—something that wasn't his to begin with.
After ensuring that his wounds were nearly fully closed, Theo moved his right hand toward his pocket.
The motion was slow but deliberate, as though every inch of air around him held its breath.
From it, he drew a small notebook whose edges had begun to fray—a witness to his long journey through a world inspired by his own thoughts.
He opened a blank page and let his pen touch the paper.
He began writing, scribbling, marking, and reshaping every thread of the storyline—what had happened, what would happen, and what might never have been written by anyone.
Each stroke of ink felt like a small command to fate, an attempt to regain control over a world that increasingly refused to recognize him.
In that moment, beneath the dim light filtering through the leaves, Theo wrote in silence while the regeneration inside him worked without pause.
'The third scenario has ended.Ridiculous—this conflict, meant to appear in the first arc of episode seven, ended up happening now in the middle of episode five.Call it plot acceleration or system failure, the result is the same.The seed of conflict between Aldraya and Erietta has sprouted, grown, even rotted perfectly.'
Suuuuhhh!
'At the very least, the final goal was achieved.Even so, this isn't how the sequence was meant to unfold.If someone asked who the culprit was, the answer is obvious—Cru.Reckless as always, He stepped in just because I tried to ease their tension.Understandable, perhaps. In the original script, the duty was supposed to fall on Ilux alone.But it's still infuriating.'
Huuuuuf!
'Now I don't know how to feel.Should I laugh because the plot continues despite the chaos?Or mourn because of how powerless I truly am in this world?'
To be continued…