“What if they do exist?”
Max said nothing. He had heard this before. Many times.
“Every thought… every imagination that a being creates, when given enough love and recognition, does not just stay as fiction it becomes reality.”
She spread her arms, gesturing at the endless shelves filled with books behind her.
“Yes, fiction is real. And because of that… authors are gods.”
She let the words sink in.
“But… gods with no cosmic power of their own.”
She tilted her head, her voice turning playful yet profound.
“And how is a world created, you ask?”
She tapped her fingers against the desk rhythmically.
“A world is born only when a story gains enough love and satisfaction. It is not the author’s imagination alone that brings it to life, but the belief and passion of those who experience it.”
She adjusted her glasses, her smile widening.
“One might deny it.”
“Why?”
“Because it is fiction.”
“It’s not real.”
“But the truth is… the stories you watch, read, or create already exist. Not in your reality, but in the Fictional World.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, her voice lowering as she emphasized her next words.
“Or, more precisely, a Fictional Universe or Multiverse.”
She leaned back with a satisfied look.
“Now, here’s another question.”
“How are Fictional Worlds born?”
She gave a small, dramatic pause before answering.
“It is not through people’s imagination but also at same time.”
She smiled knowingly.
“But through the creators.”
She tapped the desk twice, as if setting a rule in stone.
“The Authors.”
“Or as some might call them… gods.”
Max watched her in silence. He had heard this speech too many times.
“You see,” she continued, “when an author wishes to create a world, they first need to write its story. And once it is written, they must publish it to mortals.”
She smirked.
“Yes. Just as you think. The stories, the movies, the manga, the novels they are the work of gods using authors as avatars.”
She placed a hand on her chest dramatically.
“And the more people read and love a story… the stronger its world becomes.”
She pointed at Max with a knowing look.
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“I am not saying that famous authors in your world are literal deities.”
She chuckled.
“They are just avatars. A human version of the deities creating their worlds.”
She tilted her head.
“Just as Batman has an evil version from the Negative World… authors have divine versions of themselves in the Fictional Realm.”
She snapped her fingers.
“So… why do these gods create worlds?”
She grinned.
“of course for satisfaction and love for creativity!”
But money too most of times.(The ones which get dropped.)
Max sighed. He knew she was going to say that.
The woman giggled.
“Or, what we call Cosmity.”
She leaned in, her golden eyes sparkling mischievously.
“It’s similar to divinity, the way gods collect power in mythologies. The love, belief, and energy from the audience it fuels the world into existence.”
She waved her hand, her tone light but undeniably serious.
“And what happens when a story loses its love?”
She gestured at the endless bookshelves around them.
“It falls.”
Her gaze darkened slightly.
“All these books are worlds that were abandoned by their authors… left to rot in oblivion.”
She exhaled softly, her expression unreadable.
“And that…” she said, pointing at herself.
“…is why I exist.”
Her gaze met Max’s.
“I am The Seer of Fictions.”
She smiled.
“My duty is simple. I watch, I observe, and I collect.”
She turned back to Max, her tone gentler now.
“You understand now, don’t you?”
Max said nothing.
He had heard it all before.
And yet…
Even he couldn’t escape the weight of those words.
The woman’s voice softened, her golden eyes locking onto him with an almost motherly warmth.
“as i always say…” she whispered.
She placed a delicate hand over her heart.
“If you truly desire something from the depths of your heart, the entire universe will conspire to bring it to you.”
A knowing smile played on her lips.
“Yes… anything is possible.”
She looked up toward the endless expanse of the library.
“And if enough people love something enough…”
She closed her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Even fiction… becomes reality.”
Max wanted to sigh.
That same damn phrase again.
His master used it so much that even he had caught himself repeating it without realizing it which irritated him to no end.
But he said nothing.
Instead, he simply watched as his master raised a book into the air, twirling it lightly between her delicate fingers.
“This is what you’re asking for, isn’t it?” she said.
A title was written on the cover in bold, ornate letters.
“Revenge by Harem.”
Max’s expression didn’t change, but he recognized it instantly.
She waved it in front of him lazily.
“This is the novel… the foundation of the world you went to experience. Where you played the role of a system and observed the events unfold firsthand.”
Her golden eyes gleamed as she tapped her index finger against the book’s thick spine.
“A world where Victor Veinz is the protagonist, the chosen favorite of the heavens, and Arthur is cast as the villain. A world where the central female characters exist only to shape their fates.”
She twirled the book again.
“This world… it came from here.”
She let that fact settle before continuing.
“But this book,” she added, her tone growing distant, “is an abandoned book.”
Her voice softened slightly as she stared down at it.
“Dropped by its creator.”
Max remained silent.
Of course, he already knew this.
This world Earth T45628X5ZZ was nothing more than the manifestation of a forsaken story.
A world doomed to meet its inevitable end.
And yet, his master still had the authority to interfere.
“As the Seer of Fiction, I am granted one chance,” she continued.
She held up a single finger.
“One chance to alter fate. To let a forsaken world survive. To allow its people to continue living.”
Max knew what was coming.
He knew all of this already.
But she spoke anyway, her gaze locked onto him.
“Every character in that novel exists as real people in this world. They are not just words on a page they are living, breathing humans.”
Her fingers drummed lightly against the book’s cover.
“And that one chance…”
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