MTLNOVEL Chapter 37: Chapter 34: When the Undefined Meets the Absolute
The Sky That Shouldn't Exist
Yeaia had seen a lot of strange things in their life.
They had seen time fracture.
They had walked through the dreams of gods.
They had existed outside of definitions, beyond Sequence, beyond comprehension.
But this?
This was different.
The sky above was gone.
Not replaced.
Not obscured.
Just… gone.
It wasn't darkness. It wasn't void.
It was absence.
A concept stripped away, like a missing page in a book.
And Yeaia was standing beneath it.
They smirked, tilting their head.
"You're not very subtle, are you?"
No response.
Of course, there wouldn't be.
The Nameless had no voice.
Because voices were meant for things that could be understood.
Yeaia exhaled and rose to their feet, standing at the edge of the crumbling rooftop. The air was heavy. Not in the way of divine pressure, not in the way of fate forcing itself upon a mortal.
It was the weight of something realizing you exist.
Something that had never needed to recognize anything before.
And now, it was trying to recognize them.
They ran a hand through their hair, fingers brushing over the red highlights in the stark black-and-white strands.
"So, what now?"
Still no answer.
But the sky shifted.
And something stepped through.
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Klein's Intervention
From the gray fog, Klein moved.
He didn't have time to hesitate.
He had already waited too long.
The Nameless was awake.
And it was already trying to define Yeaia.
"Damn it."
He reached forward, extending his will into reality itself.
The Tarot Club table shook.
The world blurred—
And Klein stepped into the battlefield.
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The Nameless Reaches
Yeaia watched as something took form.
Not like a god descending.
Not like an Outer Deity corrupting reality.
This was something else.
Something without identity.
It was not a person.
It was not a concept.
It was not a shadow.
But somehow, it was all of these things.
And it was trying to define itself.
Because Yeaia existed outside of structure.
Outside of Sequence.
Outside of everything that should be possible.
And the Nameless could not accept that.
So it was forcing the world to make sense.
And Yeaia was at the center of that effort.
They felt their existence tighten.
Not physically.
Not mentally.
Not spiritually.
It was something deeper.
Something fundamental.
Like the universe itself was trying to make them fit.
"Ah," Yeaia muttered. "So that's what this is about."
The Nameless was rewriting them.
Forcing them into an identity.
Defining them.
For the first time in their existence, something was saying—
"This is what you are."
And Yeaia laughed.
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End of Chapter 34
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