OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 545: The Final Line {End}

{All Eyes On Me}

Emir had been hunted before, that was for sure.

Chased through warzones. Stalked in the shadows.

But this? This was different.

Now, it wasn't just a few hundred batards.

It wasn't just a single faction.

It was the entire universe.

His lineage had been discovered.

His bloodline exposed.

And now?

They all wanted a piece.

Not to kill him.

Not to silence him.

But to extract him.

To rip his genes apart and inject them into their own flesh.

To become him.

The Ten Eyes had known of Emir's existence for a long time.

The Paragons.

Proud. Arrogant. Unrivaled.

They never stooped to desperation.

They didn't need his genes.

They stood at the peak already.

But the rest of the universe?

They weren't so noble.

They weren't so strong.

And they were hungry.

Across the stars, factions moved.

Armies mobilized.

Scientists prepared their instruments.

The greatest hunters of every 'people' sharpened their blades.

All for one man.

All for Emir.

He was no longer just a fugitive.

He was a holy grail.

A prize beyond value.

A living godseed.

It didn't matter who he was.

The moment he stepped into the light—

The moment he revealed himself—

They would come.

And they wouldn't stop.

Not until his blood was theirs.

{Broken Time}

It was a stupid plan.

A ridiculous plan.

A suicidal plan.

But they had no other choice.

The faction had studied Emir.

His speed.His perception.His inhuman reflexes.

They knew no cage could hold him.No prison could contain him.No chains could bind him.

So they came up with something else.

A mirror.

A cursed, twisted thing.

A trap that didn't just hold him—It stole him.

A Ten Commandment.

"Are you insane?!"

One of them slammed a fist against the table.

"How the hell are we supposed to get him to just… stare at a mirror?!"

The man who suggested it just laughed.

"Relax."

"It doesn't need to be long."

He leaned back, grinning.

"Seconds. That's all it takes."

"Yeah? And how the hell do you expect him to just stand there and stare?!"

"Oh, I don't."

He tapped his temple.

"I expect him to perceive."

Emir saw the mirror.

And the mirror saw him.

A flicker of light.

The reflection held him.

Time collapsed.

He was trapped.

Suspended in the void of his own image.

Emir had outrun death.

But he couldn't outrun his own sight.

His Temporal Perception was his downfall.

Seconds stretched into thousands of seconds.

A prison of time.

A prison of himself.

His family knew.

They felt it.

Felt the shift.

Felt the absence.

And they knew one thing:

They had to get him back.

They found another mirror.

Another way inside.

But it wouldn't be easy.

It wasn't just a door.

It was a trial.

A test.

And each of them would have to pass.

One by one.

Through levels of clearance.

Through challenges meant to break them.

Through time itself.

But they wouldn't stop.

They wouldn't fail.

They couldn't.

Because at the end of it all—

At the end of the trials—

Was Emir.

And they were bringing him home.

{Children}

The Clan wanted him to cast Lyra aside.

To leave her behind.

To forget her.

Because she couldn't bear children.

Because she couldn't provide an heir.

Because she was, in their eyes, a dead end.

"You are the Prince of the Eternal Star Clan."

"You must secure a lineage."

"You must marry others."

Beside her, three wives.

Three bloodlines.

Three women handpicked for their genetics, for their potential to birth powerful offspring.

Emir just laughed.

Not out of amusement.

Not out of anger.

But because their expectations were so… small.

They didn't understand.

They couldn't comprehend.

What he wanted—what he would make possible—

Was beyond their vision.

"You don't get it, do you?"

His inky eyes froze them.

"I'm not one to be bound by limits."

His smirk widened.

"If the impossible is what stands in my way… then I'll just make it possible."

"You want a child? Then watch."

"I'll give you a child."

He brought Lyra close.

"Ours."

His voice was unyielding.

The clan could say what they wanted.

They could push and demand and order.

It didn't matter. Because Emir had already decided.

Lyra was his.

And he was hers.

And nothing would change that.

...

Years later, he stood with his family.

His mother.His father.His sister.His little brother.His older brother.His daughter.

And his actual daughter.

His blood.

The one they said could never be.

The one they said was impossible.

He looked at them all and smiled.

He still had a long way to go.

They all did.

But together?

They would win.

Like they always did.

{The Shattering}

There had always been a barrier.

A fragile thing—thin, unseen, yet more vital than anyone understood.

The Aether Realm and the Physical Realm. Kept apart. Separated. Balanced.

Until the day it cracked.

The Shattering.

It wasn't an accident.

It wasn't fate.

It was consequence.

Humans left Earth, and in doing so, they awoke the Myths.

The Old Ones. The Forgotten Ones.

And the Gods fought.

They warred across the heavens, their battle shaking the very fabric of existence.

The Barrier weakened.

And the Creator of All...

Woke up.

An Almighty God.

A force beyond all forces.

Unbeatable.

Now, with the war against the monsters ramping up, it weakened even further.

Emir wasn't involved in the war.

He had already reached his goal.

He had already found what he needed.

He wasn't about to make the same mistake Magnus had.

Or the mistake that Solis was about to commit.

Right. Solis wanted to use him.

To break past the Myth Rank.

To transcend into something greater.

To ascend beyond and step into the First Dimension.

The true world.

The domain of God.

The Author.

The Lord of All Worlds.

He spoke of six ranks in the multiverse.

Their own was second only to the top.

Others existed, but rarely.

The final floor, he claimed, was where the True God resided.

And Solis wanted to reach Him.

Emir fought him back.

And Emir won.

Not by force.

Not by destruction.

But by concept.

A Primordial and a Myth did not fight with fists.

They fought with beliefs.

With absolute truths.

And Emir's truth?

Self-sacrifice.

A concept Solis could never beat.

The war ended.

Emir returned home.

His family—his entire family—had become Paragons.

They had reached the peak.

And for a moment… just a moment… he rested.

He let himself breathe.

But when they asked him to keep resting?

To enjoy the peace?

To live quietly?

He only laughed.

"A peaceful life?"

He shook his head.

"That ain't for me."

He still had debts to settle.

And chaos was his home.

So he slept.

Awaiting the Shattering.

But he wasn't alone.

His family slept alongside him.

Dreaming the same dream.

Watching the world through his mind.

Sure, it wasn't the real world.

It was just a universal-scale play.

One performed by his Puppets and Author's Strings.

A stage. A performance.

And he?

He was both the audience and the playwright.

He did not see his creations as ants.

He celebrated them.

Such short lives.

So fleeting.

And yet, they burned so brightly.

He watched.

Guided.

Celebrated.

Not just their deaths.

But their journeys.

Because death was inevitable.

There was no point in fearing it.

Better to cherish what came before.

Better to make the end a celebration.

Not a tragedy.

He would not remain detached.

Not some god on a cloud, watching without care.

Not a distant observer, treating existence as mere entertainment.

But even still…

It might get boring.

Might get monotonous.

Human lives, no matter how unique, followed the same beats.

The same struggles.

The same stories.

Eventually, he would crave something new.

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A new mix. A new flavor. A new—

Cocktail.

The Shattering.

...

How strange and foolish is man?

He destroys his health to chase wealth.

Then wastes his wealth to regain his health.

He ruins his present while worrying about his future—

Only to weep for the past when the future arrives.

He lives as though he'll never die—

And dies as though he had never lived.

What is it to be human?

What does it mean?

He was born inhuman.

And yet, through it all—

Through the wars. Through the battles. Through the trials and fate and choices—

He had become one.

Twisted, yes.

Warped beyond recognition.

But human nonetheless.

Magnus wanted him to go back to sleep.

Solis wanted to control him.

To own him.

But through it all, through everything—

Emir learned.

He learned what it meant to be human.

What it meant to defy fate.

What it meant to stand, to choose, to fight.

He faced a final choice.

To weave his own destiny.

To intertwine his fate with the world—on his terms.

Or to let it dissolve him.

To become just another string in the Tapestry of Fate.

Bound. Controlled. Erased.

And so Emir made his decision.

As he always had.

As he always would.

Until the end of all things.

Because fate was never his master—and never would be.

He held the pen to his own story, and only he would write its final line.

Yo, what's up, readers?

Alright, so—this is it. The end of a long, long, loooong journey. If you’ve stuck around this far, first of all, congrats. You’ve got patience levels that would make even Emir raise an eyebrow.

This story has been a wild ride—hunters, myths, gods, space, time, fate, battles that broke reality itself—and through it all, one stubborn bastard who refused to kneel. Emir.

This ending? Yeah. It’s not just some flashy, last-minute BOOM, credits roll type of thing. It’s something that’s been built up from the very beginning. Everything—his fights, his losses, his wins, his greed, his humanity—it all led to this.

I wanted an ending that felt earned. Something bigger than just "he won, the end." Emir isn't the type to sit back and retire, and let’s be honest—peaceful endings? Not his style. Instead, he gets something greater: control over his own fate, on his own terms.

But hey, don’t think of this as just the end. Think of it as the final chapter in this journey.

So yeah. Thank you. For reading, for sticking around, for getting invested in this world. You guys are the real ones.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go lie down and process the fact that this monster of a story is finally done. See ya in my next one.