Chapter 40
Every stroke of ink felt like a tether for his consciousness, preventing him from being swept away into the absurdity of this artificial world.
He knew that in a place where rules existed only within the script, writing was the highest form of existence.
The black ink he marked appeared simple—mere sentences, scribbles, and random symbols that might seem meaningless to others.
Yet for Theo, trapped within the game he had created, every line and circle carried significance.
He circled certain parts of the text, pressing hard, emphasizing that behind those words lay the key to the balance of the Flo Viva Mythology world.
He understood perfectly that the script would continue only as long as he wrote it, as long as the structure he had built did not collapse under the wild will of its characters.
If he stopped, if any part of the story strayed from its path, this world would lose direction and consume him entirely without mercy.
Theo stared blankly at his writings, then gently closed the book.
In silence, his mind spun between two realities growing increasingly blurred.
He was no longer merely an observer, but part of a story moving on its own without waiting for commands.
He realized that his life and death were no longer determined by human fate, but by the development of the game's main character, Ilux Rediona.
If Ilux failed to grow, if the storyline stagnated, the world itself would halt along with his own breath.
Thus, every word he wrote was not merely a note, but a prayer—a prayer that the protagonist would continue, that the story's wheel would keep turning, that Theo's existence would not vanish among pages that ceased to write him.
'Only one percent, a slow and frustrating progress.
Fitting for someone as stubborn as her.
But she wants a challenge, yes?
She will get it—even more than she imagines.
Because every kick and strike I did not give her in the bedroom, I will repay a hundredfold on this training field.
This is no longer just training.
This is about equality.
If my desire must be buried, then her consciousness must also tremble in fear.'
Theo Vkytor stood in silence, broken only by the raging wind, his eyes fixed on Erietta Bathee sitting cross-legged amid a swirl of dust.
The mastery of the Core Lu in the Realm of Darkness had only shown one percent progress—a pace far too slow and maddening to his mind.
He observed her coldly, realizing that the methods of instruction he had applied so far required radical change.
The world around them roared as if affirming his intention, as if nature itself prepared to punish every second of delay Erietta exhibited.
Beneath his flat expression lay the resolve to enforce lessons with difficulty and punishments far beyond human limits.
Because Erietta preferred combat over gentleness in private, Theo resolved to abandon courtesy in every session.
Every kick and strike withheld before would be repaid a hundredfold on this training ground.
It was no longer about training, but a bitter form of equality.
If his desire must be suppressed, then Erietta's consciousness must tremble in fear.
The yellow book in his hands felt heavier, as if carrying the weight of the decisions he had made.
Theo understood that the path he walked was fraught with risk, yet he had no other choice.
In this fragile world, where the line between reality and fiction blurred, Erietta's power had to grow faster than planned.
He had to ensure that the girl could survive, even if that meant becoming ruthless and merciless himself.
'And there she nodded in agreement.'
Without words, Erietta accepted his terms with a confident nod.
Theo would ensure that his promise of delivering extreme punishment would be fulfilled to the last drop of blood.
'Those who succeed in activating the Core Lu are called "Human Change."
Within them forms the Seed of Power, a second heart beating in sync with the rhythm of life.
Two synchronized pulses, two sources of life complementing each other, an attempt to surpass the biological limits I set for humans.'
Theo had explained that the world of Flo Viva Mythology was not merely a strategy game or adventure simulation.
It was a living system operating under its own laws of energy, where every being—from mortal to eternal—was part of the circulation of the Core Lu.
The Core Lu was the pulse of the universe for that world, an energy beating between sky and earth, penetrating flesh, metal, and even thought.
All who lived there, consciously or not, depended on this invisible current for their existence.
In its complex concept, Theo created a world where magic was not mere wonder, but an extension of natural logic, and power was not a gift, but an obligation for every entity to survive.
For humans, the ability to channel Core Lu was not innate.
Only a select few, known as Human Change—humans who surpassed their natural limits—could activate what was called the Seed of Power.
The Seed of Power was not just a mystical organ, but a second heart beating alongside their biological heart.
The first pulse marked life, while the second marked awareness of power.
When the two merged, humans ceased to be ordinary beings and became part of a vast network connecting all the world's energy.
With a single breath, they could draw strength from the air, from light, even from the shadows trembling beneath their feet.
Theo wrote all of this with the precision of a scientist and the emotion of a poet.
He designed Flo Viva Mythology to reflect Last Prayer—his horror novel once penned with trembling hands, a narrative questioning life itself as God descended into endless hatred, dragging angels and all sacred beings into downfall, transforming them into corrupted entities.
In the game world, that wild idea was simplified.
Humans possessed dual pulses, dual lives, and dual consciousness.
Ironically, when the game consumed the real world, all theory and imagination ceased to be mere concepts.
He himself now lived within it, feeling directly the second pulse created by others, as if the world forced him to bear a creation once confined to paper.
'This world is about the placement of meaning, not mere power.
I was the one who initially established the axes
A and not A.
B and not B.
C and not C.
And so on.
The theory is simple, but the practice is far from easy when this creation begins to live freely.'
Fuuuuh!
'In this realm, love and rejection of love hold equal weight.
The presence of "being" is affirmed by the existence of "not being"—like a rhythm that requires pauses to hold significance.'
Tsuuuuf!
'Shi—all that revolves around the core meaning of "A."
While Ramsh is no ordinary opponent, but a shadow that denies yet confirms that meaning.
Equally real, equally strong, yet eternal in opposition.'
In Theo's notes, the world of Flo Viva Mythology was built on a structure following not only natural laws but also complex moral metaphysics.
To be continued…