Cosmic Ruler

Chapter 616: Arena LIV

Lira wrote.

The way others breathed.

She didn’t force meaning onto the world—she uncovered it, layer by layer, like brushing dust from a half-buried fossil. Her words didn’t thunder or command. They whispered. They asked. And reality… answered.

Where her pen moved, small things shifted.

Dead roots stirred under soft soil.

A cracked wall mended with moss and memory.

A forgotten name returned to a grandfather’s lips like a childhood song.

The villagers watched at first with reverence. Then, with fear. Then, with something deeper.

Hope.

But the pen was not just a tool.

It listened.

And Lira soon learned that what she wrote could not be taken back—not without cost.

She tried to fix everything. A girl’s limp. A mother’s grief. A failed harvest.

The words responded, yes—but behind each miracle was a consequence.

The healed leg walked too far and fell into the ravine.

The mother’s grief turned to numb silence, severing her from the living.

The harvest bloomed, but so wildly it choked the fields for seasons to come.

And when Lira tried to rewrite the rewrites, the pen grew heavy.

It began to speak back.

Not in words.

In echoes.

She would wake from dreams remembering things she never wrote.

Conversations that never happened.

Deaths that had not yet occurred.