By IMERPUS RELUR
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Kai hadn't drawn in days.
Not because he couldn't—but because now, the paper stared back.
Since returning from the shrine, his sketchbook felt alive. Every idle line tried to breathe. Every page hummed with invisible structure. Even when closed, it whispered.
> [DRAWING REQUEST DETECTED]
[NEW WORLD SIGNAL UNSTABLE]
Emotion Source: Incomplete Grief
Kai sat alone in his room. Pencil in hand.
He didn't think. He felt.
And drew.
Not a shrine this time. A nation.
Massive towers of glass and metal. Floating trains. Banners etched with stats. People ranked by digital crowns.
A world governed by a system that had forgotten its creator.
Then—
A crack.
In the sky.
In the flag.
In the pattern itself.
Kai paused. His heart beat faster.
> [NEW WORLD LOADED: National Awakening Protocol vX.9b]
Threat Level: EXTREME
Integration Type: Creator-Class Sync
Enter? (Y/N)
He tapped Yes.
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He landed hard—on cold metal under a purple sky.
Cities bloomed around him. Neon sigils floated across the skyline. Crowds moved beneath glowing screens, faces marked by stat ratings, class tags, and digital chains.
Every building pulsed with system energy.
> [Welcome, Creator]
[Initiating Scan of Nation: Velahar]
Status: Dormant. Fractured Memory. Awaiting Awakening.
Then—chaos.
People screamed. Some dropped to their knees. Sirens blared.
> "He's here," someone whispered.
"The one who draws."
And then—she appeared.
A girl in black armor. Glyphs on her blade. Eyes that burned through illusion.
She walked through the crowd, unafraid.
And stared straight at him.
> "You didn't draw me," she said, "but I still remember you."