MTLNOVEL Chapter 43: Chapter 38: When Gods Look Away
The Weight of a Question
"What… are you?"
A ripple spread through existence.
The Nameless had spoken—not with sound, not with divine authority, but with something much deeper.
A fundamental shift.
A question.
It should not have been possible.
The Nameless had never asked before.
It had never doubted.
It had never needed to.
Because it had always known.
It was absolute.
It had existed since the moment concepts were born, since the first law of reality took form. It was the force that shaped everything, that dictated order and meaning, that ensured things were what they were supposed to be.
And now—
Faced with Yeaia—
It had no answer.
And that terrified it.
It was no longer simply observing Yeaia.
It was trying to understand them.
And in doing so, it had begun to change.
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A Name That Shouldn't Exist
Yeaia tilted their head, mismatched eyes glinting in the void of non-space.
They looked amused.
Not surprised. Not afraid. Just amused.
As if this was just another lazy afternoon, just another moment of drifting thought, not the unraveling of a being fundamental to reality itself.
"What am I?"
They repeated the question back, as if tasting the words, rolling them over in their mind like a fleeting daydream.
Then, they laughed.
A quiet, breathy sound—light, weightless.
"No clue."
They stretched their arms above their head, yawning as if this were the most boring conversation in the world.
"Never really cared, to be honest."
And that—
That was when the Nameless shuddered.
Not in fear.
Not in pain.
But in something far, far worse.
Fascination.
The Nameless had never met something it could not place before.
Never encountered something that could not be defined, categorized, shaped into what it was meant to be.
And yet—
Here was Yeaia.
Drifting.
Unstable.
Unclaimed by fate, unbound by meaning.
They were a paradox.
And the Nameless, for the first time, did not reject them.
It did not force them into a role.
It did not erase them from existence.
Instead—
It wanted to understand.
It wanted to learn.
It wanted to be like them.
And so, it did the unthinkable.
It made a choice.
A choice that shattered the very foundation of what it was.
It took a name.
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Klein Understands Too Late
Klein Moretti was a god.
Not just a god.
A god who had risen above fate itself.
A god who had played the game of reality and won.
A god who had outmaneuvered entities beyond human comprehension.
And yet—
For the first time in a long, long time—
He felt fear.
A deep, instinctive fear.
Because he understood.
The moment the Nameless took a name, it would cease to be what it was.
It would break its own nature.
It would become something new.
And in doing so, it would create something impossible.
Something that should never exist.
Klein moved.
Faster than thought.
Faster than light.
Faster than even the concept of time itself.
But it was already too late.
The Nameless spoke.
And the world changed.
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End of Chapter 38
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