The One Who Walks Beyond Reality
A One-Shot Story
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Kyron—A World of Magic and Power
The world of Kyron was unlike any other—a vast and breathtaking planet where magic was inherited. Every soul was born with the ability to command a unique power, shaping their destiny from birth. The land was divided into mighty kingdoms, self-governed villages, and dangerous wilderness.
Among these lands, nestled on the edge of a vast ocean, was Deepwood Village—a peaceful, self-sustaining island village far removed from the conflicts of empires. It was a place where people lived simple lives, untouched by war, ruled not by kings, but by their own laws and kindness.
And on this day, an man was leaving its shores.
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The Man in Black
A lone figure walked the quiet dirt roads leading away from the village, his long black overcoat draped over his shoulders like a monarch’s robe. His monochrome attire, sharp and pristine, absorbed the evening sunlight, casting an aura of both elegance and mystery.
His name was Raven Nightreign.
To the villagers, He was polite, clam, and seemed to hold no particular ambition beyond simple travel.
But the truth was far more terrifying.
Because Raven Nightreign was not an ordinary man. Not a hero, not a villain. Not a god, nor a demon.
He was simply himself.
And that made him something beyond all reason.
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The Ambush of the Blackfang Marauders
Then he teleported to near continent. As he ventured deeper into the mainland, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of crimson and gold. A perfect evening for travel.
Then, from the darkness of the trees, voices murmured.
“Traveler. Stop where you are.”
A dozen figures emerged from the shadows of the forest—rough men clad in armor, their eyes gleaming with the malice of seasoned killers. Who where one of the most dangerous and powerful bandits in the continent. Their leader, a towering brute with jagged scars across his face, stepped forward.
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“Hand over your belongings. All of them,” he demanded, voice thick with arrogance.
Raven’s footsteps never faltered. He casually replayed "my my if you have the power to do that you can try"
The leader’s eye twitched. He raised a hand. “Kill him.”
Raven replayed. "Do you realy think you powerful enough"
Bandits were very angry that they were start to use highly powerful and dangerous Spells. Fireballs, ice shards, and blades of wind surged toward Raven in a deadly storm.
Then—
Nothing.
The magic simply vanished, snuffed out like candles in a storm.
The bandits hesitated. The leader, Varkas the Bloodfang, scowled. “What kind of trick—”
Before he could finish, Raven was already behind him. No movement. No sound. Just there.
“Interesting,” Raven murmured casually, his voice deep and unhurried. “But you forgot something.”
Varkas spun around, sword raised—only to find himself looking into Raven’s eyes.
Eyes that is look like an entire universe.
A weight far beyond comprehension pressed down on his soul. It was not fear. It was not death. It was something worse—the realization of complete insignificance.
Then raven just tell. "vanish"
Varkas tried to speak. He could not.
His body Vanished.
The remaining bandits watched in horror as their leader simply ceased to exist. No remains. No blood. Not even a whisper of his name left in history. It was as if he had never been.
Raven dusted off his coat. “Well, that was disappointing.”
The other bandits were clueless what happened here. But their voices were swallowed by the wind as they, too, vanished from existence.
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An Arrogant Noble Meets Oblivion
Further ahead, the banners of Dun Kingdom flapped in the wind. A noble caravan had stopped along the road, a lavish carriage surrounded by armored soldiers.
A man in rich silks, adorned with golden embroidery, stepped out. Lord Sylvain Darvos. His face twisted in arrogance as he spotted Raven.
“You there! Adventurer!” Sylvain called out, waving a bejeweled hand. “You look strong. You will serve me from now on.”
Raven walked past him without a glance.
Sylvain’s eye twitched. “Do you not understand? Kneel before me, or you die where you stand. Can't you see the army behind my just a order they will kill you.”
Raven sighed. And replayed. "Oh, Interesting. Which army are you talking about"
The entire army behind Sylvain disappeared.
Sylvain turned in horror. His knights—gone. No bodies. No sound. As if they had never been their from the start.
“You… w-what did you do?!”
Raven said casually. “From now on they are not soldiers anymore. And they won't remember what happened here there will not anyone that will remember they where soldiers but if i want i can make people remember just like you remember them now”
Sylvain’s face paled. “You… you dare—”
He turned to flee.
Raven flicked his finger.
The world shattered.
The very fabric of reality fractured like glass. Sylvain stumbled, gasping as he found himself in an abyss of broken reflections, floating through endless nothingness.
Raven watched him impassively. “What if I just leave you here? In a reality that never existed?”
Sylvain’s breath came in ragged gasps. “P-please! I—!”
Raven said to him. "Do you think i don't know what you are thinking i know everything in this universe that you are ever aware of. Even i can go to any universes as i wish or i can rewrite realy or fate i can just do anything i want. But their is no point in telling you any of this"
Raven flicked his hand again.
Reality restored itself. Sylvain collapsed to the ground, shaking violently, untouched but forever broken.
Raven tilted his head. “Actually, no. I’ll just erase you.”
A whisper.
And then—nothing.
There had never been a Lord Sylvain Darvos.
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The One He Cannot Defy
As night fell, Raven teleported back to Deepwood Village.
A warm light glowed from a small house near the shore. Inside, a young woman hummed softly as she prepared dinner.
Lina Frost.
With honey-brown hair and bright, intelligent eyes, she was a woman of both kindness and undeniable authority. She had grown up here, the heart of the village—a cheerful, clamorous presence who somehow always knew what Raven was up to.
He entered quietly.
She turned.
Her gaze froze him in place.
The aura of a thousand unseen terrors descended upon him.
Raven—the one who erased armies and rewrote reality itself—broke into a sweat.
“…You’re late,” Lina said sweetly, tilting her head.
Raven, the absolute force of balance across the universe, instantly averted his gaze.
“I—uh—got lost.”
Lina stepped closer.
“…Oh?”
Raven’s mind raced for an escape route.
And for the first time in his immeasurable existence, he realized—
There are some forces even he cannot defy.
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The One Who Walks Beyond
Far beyond the limits of Kyron, beyond the edges of the story itself, Raven stepped into the void between realities.
He gazed at the world—the story—the concept of existence itself.
Then, with an amused smirk, he looked beyond.
At the one reading this.
“…Did you really think i am unaware it is a story”
And with that, he simply walked away, into the unknown.
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-THE END