Lord of Perverted Ladies

"Everyone."

The word left my mouth.

For a moment, nothing happened.

The final star remained above us, suspended in the endless darkness.

Then it flickered.

Once.

Twice.

And disappeared.

Everything went black.

Not the emptiness from before.

This time, the darkness felt like a blank page.

The First Choice was gone.

The First World was gone.

Even the people standing beside me had disappeared.

I couldn’t see my mother.

Couldn’t hear Noah.

Couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet.

There was only me.

And then—

A heartbeat.

Thump.

Another.

Thump.

Then thousands.

Millions.

Billions.

The darkness filled with heartbeats.

I looked around.

Tiny points of light began appearing.

Each one was different.

Some were bright.

Some were barely visible.

Some appeared for only a second before vanishing.

I understood what they were.

Choices.

Every living being carried one.

Every person who had ever existed.

Every person who would ever exist.

Every creature.

Every civilization.

Every mind capable of choosing something instead of something else.

The lights began connecting.

One became two.

Two became ten.

Ten became millions.

A web formed across the darkness.

There was no center.

No throne.

No single point controlling everything.

The entire structure existed because countless individual choices supported it.

A voice finally spoke.

Not from above.

Not from below.

It came from everywhere.

"Then create."

I frowned.

"I thought we destroyed the Creator."

"You destroyed the position."

The voice continued.

"You did not destroy creation."

The darkness brightened.

A tiny planet appeared.

It was unfinished.

No continents.

No oceans.

No atmosphere.

Just a sphere waiting for something to happen.

I looked at it.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Nothing."

I blinked.

"Nothing?"

"You said everyone would create the next world."

The planet began changing.

A tiny patch of water appeared.

Then another.

Someone had made a choice.

The world responded.

I watched mountains rise.

Oceans spread.

Clouds formed.

The planet slowly became something alive.

But nobody was controlling it.

No Creator.

No central will.

No cosmic ruler.

It was growing through choices.

A species appeared.

Then another.

They made decisions.

Those decisions changed their world.

Their descendants inherited the consequences.

I watched civilizations rise.

Some survived.

Some didn’t.

Some built incredible cities.

Others destroyed themselves.

There were wars.

Discoveries.

Friendships.

Betrayals.

Love.

Loss.

Everything I had seen before.

Except this time...

there was no one responsible for all of it.

I felt strangely relieved.

Then I noticed something.

A familiar face.

A young boy standing on a beach.

He looked toward the ocean.

I recognized him.

He was one of the forgotten.

One of the people whose memory I had restored.

He picked up a piece of driftwood.

For a moment, he simply stared at it.

Then he threw it into the ocean.

A tiny choice.

Nothing important.

But the world responded.

The current changed.

The piece of wood floated toward another shore.

Someone found it.

Used it to build something.

That led to another choice.

And another.

And another.

I stared.

"So that’s how it works."

The voice answered.

"Yes."

"Every choice creates."

"Yes."

"Even the meaningless ones?"

"There are no meaningless choices."

I looked at the endless web of light.

"Then everyone really is a creator."

"Exactly."

A strange sensation passed through me.

Something inside my chest changed.

The symbol beneath my heart—the wooden car—began glowing.

Then it cracked.

I looked down.

The symbol split into thousands of tiny pieces.

Each piece became a point of light.

They flew outward.

Some disappeared into distant worlds.

Others entered people.

Some entered creatures.

Some became stars.

Some became oceans.

I stared.

"What was that?"

The voice was silent.

"Was that my power?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"Your permission."

I didn’t understand.

"Permission?"

"You have finally given existence permission to belong to itself."

I closed my eyes.

For some reason, I felt lighter.

Then I heard someone shouting.

"ADRIAN!"

I opened my eyes.

Noah.

He was standing several meters away.

The others were there too.

My mother.

My father.

Ryan.

The Guardian.

The First Reader.

Everyone had returned.

Ryan looked around.

"So..."

He pointed at the empty space.

"Did we win?"

I laughed.

"I think so."

The Guardian looked at me.

"Do you feel different?"

I considered the question.

"No."

She frowned.

"Nothing?"

"I still feel like me."

She smiled.

"Then it worked."

My father looked toward the horizon.

"What’s happening?"

I turned.

A sunrise was forming.

But it wasn’t a normal sunrise.

There was no sun.

The horizon simply became brighter.

Then colors spread across the sky.

Blue.

Orange.

Gold.

The world was being created again.

Not by me.

By everyone.

The city returned first.

Buildings appeared exactly where they had been.

Roads.

Cars.

Trees.

People.

The ordinary world rebuilt itself around us.

But there were differences.

A tree appeared in the middle of the street.

Ryan stared at it.

"That’s new."

Noah laughed.

"Someone probably chose badly."

I smiled.

"Or differently."

The tree suddenly moved.

Its roots pulled themselves out of the pavement.

It walked three steps.

Then settled beside the road.

Ryan stared.

"Okay."

He pointed at it.

"That’s definitely new."

The Guardian laughed.

"Reality is no longer following a single design."

"What does that mean?"

"Nobody knows."

"Great."

The First Reader suddenly dropped to his knees.

I looked at him.

"What happened?"

He stared at his hands.

"I can feel it."

"Feel what?"

"Everything."

His eyes widened.

"Every choice."

I understood immediately.

The new reality wasn’t just outside us.

It was flowing through everyone.

The First Reader stood slowly.

"I can feel millions of decisions happening right now."

Ryan stepped backward.

"That’s horrifying."

"It is."

The First Reader looked at me.

"But it’s also beautiful."

My mother took my hand.

"What happens to you now?"

I looked at the sky.

"I don’t know."

The Guardian answered for me.

"You aren’t the Creator anymore."

I smiled.

"Good."

"You aren’t the First Choice either."

"Even better."

"You aren’t the Origin."

"Perfect."

She smiled.

"Then what are you?"

I looked at my mother.

Then my father.

Then Noah.

Ryan.

Elia.

Everyone who had stayed.

Everyone who had remembered.

Everyone who had chosen.

"I’m Adrian."

That answer felt different now.

Not like a title.

Not like a destiny.

Just a name.

Mine.

The city continued rebuilding around us.

People walked through the streets without realizing that existence itself had just changed.

A child laughed.

Someone opened a shop.

A dog chased a bird.

A man argued with a taxi driver.

Normal life.

Beautifully normal.

Then my phone vibrated.

I looked at it.

One final message appeared.

CREATOR STATUS: TERMINATED.

I smiled.

Another line appeared.

WORLD STATUS: AUTONOMOUS.

Then:

ADRIAN CROSS STATUS: HUMAN.

I stared at the last word.

Human.

For some reason, that one mattered most.

Then the message changed.

CORRECTION.

I raised an eyebrow.

The others gathered around.

A final sentence appeared.

ADRIAN CROSS STATUS: HUMAN BY CHOICE.

The screen went black.

Ryan grinned.

"That’s actually pretty cool."

Noah nodded.

"I agree."

My mother hugged me.

I closed my eyes.

For the first time, I didn’t feel like something ancient.

I didn’t feel like a god.

I didn’t feel like a question.

I didn’t feel like a mistake.

I was simply someone’s son.

Someone’s friend.

Someone who had made mistakes.

Someone who would make more.

And that was enough.

Then—

ding.

My phone lit up again.

I groaned.

"You’re kidding."

Everyone laughed.

I looked at the screen.

There wasn’t a message.

Instead, there was an application I’d never seen before.

A black icon.

A single white circle.

I touched it.

The screen opened.

No menus.

No settings.

Just a blank space.

Then words appeared.

WELCOME, ADRIAN.

I frowned.

"Who are you?"

The answer appeared immediately.

NO ONE.

I stared.

Then another line.

THAT IS THE POINT.

I smiled.

"You’re the new system."

NO.

"Then what?"

The response took longer this time.

Finally:

A PLACE FOR EVERYONE TO CHOOSE.

The application disappeared.

I stared at the empty screen.

The Guardian looked uneasy.

"Did you create that?"

"No."

"Then who did?"

I looked at the people around me.

Everyone.

The answer suddenly seemed obvious.

"Nobody."

She frowned.

"That’s impossible."

I smiled.

"Apparently, that’s the entire point."

We started walking through the newly restored streets.

Behind us, the last traces of the First World vanished.

Ahead of us, the future waited.

Not one future.

Countless.

Every person would make choices.

Some would be good.

Some terrible.

Some would change the world.

Some would barely matter.

But all of them would belong to the people who made them.

For the first time since I could remember...

I wasn’t carrying the universe.

Neither was anyone else.

We were simply living in it.

And maybe that was what freedom had always meant.

Not having someone powerful enough to decide everything for you.

But having the right to make your own mistakes.

We reached the edge of Alisster.

Elia stopped beside me.

"Are you afraid?"

I looked at the endless horizon.

"Yes."

She smiled.

"Good."

"Why?"

"Because now you’re actually free."

I laughed.

Then I heard a voice behind us.

A familiar one.

The First Choice.

Except it wasn’t coming from the sky.

It was coming from Ryan.

"Guys?"

We all turned.

Ryan was holding something.

A wooden car.

He looked confused.

"This was in my pocket."

Everyone went silent.

He turned it over.

There was a single word carved underneath.

NEXT.

I stared at it.

The Guardian’s expression changed.

"That’s impossible."

I walked toward Ryan.

"Give it to me."

He handed it over.

The moment I touched it, the world trembled.

A message appeared in the air.

THE FIRST CHOICE IS COMPLETE.

Then another.

THE SECOND CHOICE HAS BEGUN.

My smile disappeared.

Noah looked at me.

"What second choice?"

I looked at the wooden car.

The carved word slowly changed.

EVOLUTION.

Somewhere beneath the ocean...

something enormous opened its eyes.

And for the first time in the newly free world...

something had evolved without anyone choosing it.

It had chosen itself.

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