Return of the Void Lord

It started with a feather that shouldn't have existed.

Floating midair. Burning with logic that broke the world.

Ruoxi plucked it, confused.

"There were no birds here."

Yue Lian's eyes narrowed. "That's not a feather."

Lin Feng stared at the object as it glitched, transforming into a snowflake, then a broken chain, then a spoon.

"It's a plot hole fragment."

Then the ground vanished beneath them.

They landed in a village square.

Except...

Half the village was futuristic. Half medieval.

One side had a volcano. The other, a frozen lake.

People walked by as if it were normal.

A woman said, "My husband came back from war. He's been dead for five years."

A child whispered, "I was born yesterday, but I'm fifteen."

Ruoxi muttered, "This is wrong. Everything's... contradictory."

Yue Lian pointed at the sky.

"There's a crack."

A giant one. Splitting the sun like an egg.

In the Multinarrative Weave, plot holes are causal ruptures—events that violate continuity or logic.

Usually, the story repairs them quietly.

But now?

Someone is weaponizing them.

Introducing conflicting events. Inventing false backstories. Altering cause and effect.

Reality is unraveling.

A man approached them, plowing a rice field.

He waved. "Nice to meet you. First time here?"

Five minutes later, he returned.

Same greeting. Same tone.

Again. And again.

Ruoxi stopped him.

"We've met you!"

The man blinked. "Really? I don't remember."

Yue Lian inspected his field. "It's... regenerating."

Lin Feng frowned. "He's trapped in a plot loop. No progression, no memory."

Ruoxi's eyes flared. "Who would do this?"

From the broken sky descended a man in a crimson robe stitched with red pens and whiteout stains.

Editor Malix.

A former Continuity Guardian. Now corrupted.

"You fools cling to consistency," he sneered. "But inconsistency allows freedom."

Lin Feng stepped forward.

"Freedom without context is chaos."

Malix gestured, and reality glitched. Ruoxi disappeared. Yue Lian's eyes turned green.

Lin Feng felt the past three chapters rearrange in his memory.

"I erased your choices," Malix smiled. "Your story bends to my edit."

Ruoxi reappeared—but now she wielded ice, not fire.

"I—this isn't right!"

Yue Lian forgot Lin Feng's name.

He shouted: "Anchor yourselves! Use truth!"

He cast: Void Law – Memory Lock!

Ruoxi's fire returned. Yue Lian gasped. "I remember again."

Malix launched: Plot Break Surge – turning Lin Feng's sword into a flower, his past into sand.

But Lin Feng grinned.

"You're editing me like I'm passive."

He invoked: Void Law – Rewrite with Will!

And struck.

Suddenly, they were inside a memory.

Their first training ground. But it was... wrong.

The master was a talking wolf. Ruoxi was blonde. Yue Lian wore clown shoes.

Ruoxi burst out laughing. "Okay, now I know this is fake."

Malix appeared. "See? This version tested better in simulations."

Yue Lian cut through the clown shoes.

Lin Feng roared:

"I don't care what tested better. We choose our truth!"

And shattered the false memory.

Malix pulled out a glowing orb.

"This is a Canon Bomb. If I drop it here, all your past arcs are overwritten."

Ruoxi stepped forward.

"Why? Why erase us?"

Malix hissed, "Because imperfection is ugly. You made mistakes. You should've died. You shouldn't exist."

Lin Feng closed his eyes.

"We know we're flawed."

He opened them, burning.

"And we're proud."

Malix dropped the Canon Bomb.

Lin Feng caught it.

It burned. It screamed.

He invoked: Void Law – Canon Rejection!

Reality exploded into draft lines and deleted scenes.

But Lin Feng stood firm.

"I'm not a rough draft."

Ruoxi and Yue Lian joined him.

"We are story in motion."

They unleashed: Trio Technique – Plotline Convergence!

And rewrote Malix.

Into silence.

The sky healed. The feather vanished. The contradictions smoothed.

Ruoxi sat down, tired. "So… plot holes can kill people now."

Yue Lian chuckled. "You set fire to yourself twice this chapter."

Lin Feng nodded. "It was messy. But it was ours."

Above them, a new rule etched into the sky:

"Continuity is the soul of growth."

And far away… a whisper lingered:

"But what happens... when the soul forgets?"

To be continue...