Let me be very clear.
When the author gets bored, reality suffers.
And judging by what happened next?
The author was done with Twilight.
The Decision (a.k.a. Enough Is Enough)
I stood at the edge of Model–Monster World, looking at a projection of Earth.
Antarctica glowed faintly.
A tumor under ice.
The lab.
The fuse.
Scáthach appeared beside me, spear resting casually on her shoulder.
"So," she said. "We stop pretending?"
I nodded.
"Negotiation phase is over."
The shadows stirred.
Across the planet, shadow soldiers synchronized.
Every exit.
Every corridor.
Every panic room.
Mapped.
The Attack on the Lab (No One Heard Screaming)
Antarctica is quiet.
That's why they built it there.
No witnesses.
No civilians.
No noise complaints.
The ice cracked.
Not explosively.
Politely.
Shadows poured downward like spilled ink.
Soldiers phased through walls.
Through steel.
Through reinforced nonsense humans thought mattered.
Inside—
Chaos.
Researchers screamed.
Alarms blared.
Men with guns fired at darkness.
It did not go well for them.
I didn't watch the killing.
I watched the rescue.
Cells opened.
Containment units shattered.
Beings stepped out—injured, restrained, furious.
Giants chained down.
Shifters sedated.
Spirits trapped in frequency cages.
Shadows wrapped around them gently.
"Go," I whispered.
Portals opened.
Model–Monster World received its people.
The lab, now empty of value, imploded inward.
Ice swallowed the evidence.
Antarctica returned to silence.
Stealing Vampires (The Good Kind)
Next stop?
Europe.
Volterra.
I sighed.
"Alright," I said. "Let's clean house."
The Cullens were warned first.
Carlisle didn't argue.
Edward already knew.
Alice smiled. "I packed."
Rosalie cracked her knuckles.
They stepped through the gate into Model–Monster World, joining the others.
Then—
The Volturi.
Ancient.
Arrogant.
Outdated.
They tried to threaten me.
Tried.
I walked into their throne room alone.
Shadows filled the ceiling.
Aro smiled nervously.
"This is… unexpected."
I smiled back.
"Author's tired of you."
They died fast.
No speeches.
No last stands.
Just shadows—and silence.
Volterra burned, then folded in on itself.
History edited.
Theft, But Make It Strategic
Before leaving, I did some shopping.
Bella Swan.
Charlie Swan.
Both confused.
Both alive.
Both relocated.
"Trust me," I told them. "This is safer."
Charlie nodded like a man who'd seen too much.
Bella just sighed. "Figures."
A cow shifter imprinted on charlie swan
"Lucky bastard"
I stole gold.
Artifacts.
Machines.
Entire archives.
Books stacked into my personal dimension by the millions.
Human science.
Supernatural theory.
Occult nonsense.
Everything useful.
Everything interesting.
The world would wake up poorer.
The Exit (Author Slams Door)
I stood one last time, looking at Twilight Earth.
Vampires gone.
Supernaturals gone.
Threat removed.
A mundane world returned to ignorance.
I felt… nothing.
"Ready?" Scáthach asked.
"Yes."
We stepped through.
The gate closed.
The author moved on.
Destination: Harry Potter World
Magic surged differently.
Warmer.
Older.
Familiar.
I exhaled.
"Alright," I said to you. "New arc."
Behind me—
Model–Monster World thrived.
Twilight ended.
And somewhere—
The author smiled, already writing the next problem.
[Chapter Thirty Complete.]