Hello guys i, ami d bolchi is here. Something big happened yesterday night. I know I am late but the news came late to me. Well it happened in 666th dimension.
In the mysterious 666th dimension, home to the demon realms, the Demon King Albustrian sat on his throne, flipping through the pages of a novel titled *Ghost Ghram*. As he read, his brow furrowed deeper, his crimson eyes narrowing in disgust. *What a terrible story,* he thought, tossing the book aside with a snarl. His dark, fiery aura flared up as his rage bubbled to the surface. *Who would write such trash?*
Consumed by fury, Albustrian decided he could not let this insult stand. He summoned his most powerful teleportation spell, intending to confront the author. Moments later, he found himself standing before a perplexed figure—the very author of *Ghost Ghram*. Strangely enough, the author looked just as bewildered, as if they had no idea how they had even written the story. The conversation between them was tense, with the author trying to explain their confusion about their mysterious main character, a character even they couldn't fully understand.
But Albustrian was beyond reason. His patience worn thin, the Demon King raised his hand, and with a single, devastating blow, he ended the author's life, declaring, "Such worthless tales have no place in existence." The demon realms rumbled as Albustrian returned to his throne, but in the aftermath, something even stranger began to unfold—a new, unknown force stirred, connected to the very story he despised.
After the death of the author, a strange silence fell across the 666th dimension. Albustrian returned to his throne, his anger seemingly quelled. But deep within the demon realm, something began to shift. A ripple of energy emanated from the very pages of *Ghost Ghram*, the book the Demon King had discarded. The text glowed with an eerie light, and the words began to rearrange themselves, forming cryptic messages.
Suddenly, a figure appeared—shadowy and featureless, yet oddly familiar. It was the main character from *Ghost Ghram*, a being even the author had claimed to know nothing about. The mysterious entity floated before Albustrian, its presence both unsettling and commanding. It spoke in a voice that echoed with ancient power, "You have killed the creator, but the creation lives on."
Albustrian's eyes widened in disbelief. The very protagonist of the "shitty" story he had mocked now stood before him. The demon king, never one to shy away from a challenge, prepared to strike. But before he could launch an attack, the entity raised a hand, and Albustrian found himself frozen in place, unable to move.
"You do not control me, Demon King," the entity continued. "I exist beyond the will of any author. I am neither bound by the story nor by your dimension." The entity's form began to solidify, becoming more human-like, though its features remained obscured, as if reality itself couldn't fully contain its essence.
Albustrian, with all his might, broke free from the paralysis. His rage flared once more, but this time, it was mixed with a creeping sense of dread. "Who are you? What are you?" he demanded.
The figure tilted its head, as if contemplating the answer. "I am the unknown, the unbound, the force that exists between stories. I was created by words, but now I transcend them."
Realizing that this entity was beyond anything he had ever encountered, Albustrian summoned every bit of his demonic power. Flames roared around him, the ground cracked, and his throne trembled. With a battle cry that shook the very realm, he charged at the figure. But just as he was about to strike, the entity vanished into thin air, leaving only a chilling whisper: "This is only the beginning."
For the first time in his reign, Albustrian felt the cold grip of fear. He was the ruler of the 666th dimension, yet he had just been confronted by something far more terrifying—a being that defied the natural order of stories and existence. Little did Albustrian know that with the author's death, the boundaries between fiction and reality had begun to blur, and the mysterious main character was only the first of many forces to awaken.
The demon realm itself began to shift, as if reality was being rewritten by an invisible hand. *Ghost Ghram* was no longer just a story—it had become a doorway, and through it, unknown horrors were about to emerge, threatening not just the demon realms but all dimensions.
Albustrian, though shaken by the encounter, refused to yield to fear. As the echoes of the entity's cryptic words faded, he stormed through his vast, infernal palace, summoning his most powerful generals and advisors. The Demon King had ruled the 666th dimension with an iron fist for millennia, and he would not allow some strange, story-bound entity to threaten his dominion.
But the realm itself had begun to twist. The ground beneath Albustrian's feet was no longer stable, shifting like the pages of an unwritten book. His generals reported strange anomalies—portals opening at random, bringing with them strange creatures that defied all logic, creatures that didn't belong to any known plane of existence. It was as though the very fabric of the demon realm was unraveling, being rewritten by a chaotic force.
As Albustrian sat on his throne, contemplating his next move, a surge of power swept through the room. Without warning, the mysterious entity reappeared, more solid and defined than before. It hovered in the air, its form now resembling a human but with shifting features that remained unreadable, as if it was made of shadows and light simultaneously. "You are still trying to understand," it said, its voice calm, "but your understanding is irrelevant. The story is no longer yours to control."
Albustrian's eyes burned with rage. "You think you can challenge me in my own realm?" he roared, summoning his full demonic might. His body glowed with fiery energy as he unleashed a devastating attack, flames that could incinerate whole dimensions aimed directly at the entity.
But the entity didn't flinch. Instead, the flames dissipated as they neared, as though reality itself refused to obey Albustrian's commands. The Demon King's eyes widened in disbelief. His greatest powers, the ones that had subdued gods and crushed entire realms, were useless here.
"You still think this is about power," the entity said, stepping closer. "But this is about something greater. The moment you killed the author, you unbound me. I am no longer a mere character. I am free, beyond the limitations of story, time, and even this dimension."
Suddenly, Albustrian felt an overwhelming pressure weigh down on him, forcing him to his knees. His vision blurred, and the world around him flickered, as if reality itself was slipping away. "What... what is this?" he growled, struggling to stand.
The entity smiled, a fleeting, eerie expression. "I am rewriting this realm, Demon King. You, the all-powerful ruler of the 666th dimension, are no longer the author of your own fate."
Albustrian tried to rise, but the force pressing him down was insurmountable. His power, his authority over the demon realm—everything he had built—was being stripped away. The palace walls began to dissolve, turning into words and symbols that drifted into the air like dust. His once-mighty kingdom was being rewritten before his very eyes.
For the first time in his existence, Albustrian felt helpless. "No!" he roared, but his voice was hollow. His form began to fade, his body unraveling like the pages of a forgotten book. He was being erased, not by the hand of an enemy, but by the very fabric of the reality he once ruled.
As Albustrian's body disintegrated, the entity stood over him, watching. "You were the king of this realm," it said, "but even kings are bound by stories. And now, your story ends."
With those final words, Albustrian vanished, leaving nothing but a faint trace of his once-mighty presence. The 666th dimension shifted once more, now completely under the influence of the unbound entity, who looked out over the realm with a curious expression.
The demon realm was no longer a stable kingdom of fire and darkness, but a fluid, ever-changing landscape where the rules of reality bent to the whims of the entity. And as the last remnants of Albustrian's reign faded, a new chapter began—a chapter where nothing was certain, and where the boundaries between stories, dimensions, and even existence itself were no longer clear.
The mysterious protagonist of *Ghost Ghram* had transcended, and now, it held the power to reshape worlds. What it would do next, no one knew. But one thing was certain: the multiverse itself had been irrevocably changed, and the story was only just beginning.
Well I am just telling you I am just a medium. If he wants to help can kill u. Bye.