The moment the crown shattered, a soundless shockwave burst from the Protagonist's outstretched hand, flattening the gallery of echoing selves into smoke and fragments of memory. The crystal chamber groaned like a living thing in agony, its roots of light pulsing violently before dimming to ash.
[System Alert: Crown Node Severed]
[Timeline Anchor Broken – Dimensional Stability Falling]
[Trait Acquired: Thronebreaker – ??? Tier]
You have rejected the destined path.
The boy—the alternate self, the throne's echo—stumbled back as if the severing tore a part of him away. His hand reached out, fingers twitching with disbelief.
"You… fool," he gasped. "You could have become everything. You could've stabilized the world."
"I'm not here to stabilize someone else's lie," the Protagonist said. His voice was hoarse, but steady.
"You think you've destroyed the throne?" The boy's body convulsed, shadows pouring from his mouth. "You've only freed what it was holding back."
The walls peeled. No longer a chamber—this was a prison, and its warden had been the crown. And now… it was broken.
Through the cracks, something vast and ancient began to seep into reality.
A void, but not empty. A presence, vast and aware.
It pressed against the broken space with the weight of a dead star.
[System Warning: Foreign Entity Breaching Layer-3 of Conscious World]
[Designation: ??? (The Architect)]
[System Strain: 92%... 93%...]
The Protagonist dropped to one knee. His vision split into fragments—past, future, myth. The corridors of his mind filled with whispers in a language he shouldn't understand.
And yet… he did.
"You shouldn't have woken it," the boy wheezed, eyes now burning black. "That crown wasn't a throne. It was a seal."
From the cracks, the Architect emerged—not with form, but intent. A will that didn't ask. It rewrote.
The System flickered erratically, struggling to hold itself together.
[New Directive: SURVIVE]
[System Link Severing—Stabilizing Core]
[WARNING: Soul Compression Incomplete]
A tendril of thought from the Architect lashed toward the Protagonist.
He barely managed to raise his hand—
—and for the first time, he didn't call on the System.
He called on himself.
The cursed energy inside him roared, unchained. Gojo's influence. Sukuna's cruelty. Chorollo's cleverness. His own defiance. They surged, not in borrowed power, but as his own will made manifest.
He didn't block the Architect's attack.
He ate it.
And the void screamed.
The boy on the throne was flung against the wall, body cracking like porcelain.
"What are you?" he coughed, blood weeping from the corners of his mouth.
The Protagonist stood, his skin cracked with glowing light. A smile—not kind, but fierce—etched itself on his face.
"Someone who doesn't follow scripts."
Behind him, the Architect pulled back—not in fear, but interest.
A new path had opened.
One not even it had predicted.
[System Core Rebooted]
[Trait Upgraded: Thronebreaker → World Diver – Forbidden Tier]
[New Title: "The One Who Unwrote"]
[Curse: You will never belong to any world again.]
The chamber dissolved into static and silence.
And then—
He opened his eyes, standing in the middle of a new city. Towering glass spires. Purple skies. People running, screaming, as dimensional rifts opened above.
Whatever happened in that throne room…
…had followed him into the real world.