Ten chapters later (skipped by Kaelen's own power), the Seven Sages realized a "Bug" was in their system. They sent the Axiom Guard, an army of ten thousand warriors who could manipulate logic.
They cornered Kaelen in the Silent Forest. The sky turned red as they activated a "Truth-Lock" field, intended to force Kaelen to obey the laws of the Kingdom.
Kaelen stood in the center of the field. His hair was messy, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep standing up.
"You have violated the Script, Kaelen of the Silver-Tier," the Lead Guard declared. "By the Law of Mandatory Obedience, kneel!"
Kaelen felt his social battery hit 0%. Then it hit -1%.
The air around him didn't just get cold; it stopped being air. The colors of the forest began to invert. The trees turned into geometric shapes made of static.
"I told you," Kaelen's voice changed. It wasn't bored anymore. It was hollow. It was the sound of a void. "I just wanted to be unbothered."
His eyes shifted. The left eye became a swirling galaxy of entropy; the right eye became a blank white page.
The Alter Ego: Deimos has entered the chat.
Deimos didn't move. He simply looked at the army.
"Why are you all so... textured?" Deimos asked, his voice echoing from the margins of the world. "It's cluttered. I hate clutter."
[Ability Active: Meta-Toon Physics – The Plot-Hole Jump]
The army unleashed a "Universal Erasure" beam. Deimos didn't dodge. He simply stepped behind the light of the beam, standing in the literal shadow cast by the attack's brightness.
He reappeared in the middle of their formation.
"Molecular Party," Deimos whispered.
The soldiers' spears turned into long-stemmed roses. Their armor turned into liquid chocolate. The ground beneath them turned into a "Bad Comedy" script.
"What is this madness?!" the Lead Guard screamed, falling into a pit of giant rubber ducks.
"This is Anarchy," Deimos said, tilting his head. "The Editorial Redaction."
He pointed a finger at the Lead Guard.
"You aren't a boss fight. You're a filler chapter."
Snap.
The Lead Guard didn't explode. He simply turned into a 2D cardboard cutout. Deimos picked up the cutout, folded it into a paper crane, and tossed it into the wind.
The remaining 9,999 soldiers looked at each other and did the only logical thing: they erased themselves from the battlefield before Deimos could "clean" them.