Zokaro destroyed the world at the age of twenty-one.

Not with a weapon.

Not with magic.

But with a single sentence:

"I wish this world were real."

He typed it casually, almost mockingly, replying to the only reader who had survived all 1,579 chapters of his failed novel.

Six thousand eight hundred and seven views.

That was the total number of people who had ever entered his world.

For a story this long, it was a complete humiliation.

He had spent six years building that universe—

monsters, kingdoms, systems, divine beasts, the apocalypse…

and no one cared.

Until the message arrived.

"Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the world you created became real?"

Zokaro laughed, considering it nothing more than a joke from a childish mind.

Then he replied, unaware that this small action would change everything.

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Sunlight poured through his window, burning his face, and he woke up late—1:34 PM.

He had slept far longer than usual, enough to make his mother worry.

She climbed the stairs and knocked on his door:

— "Zokaro, are you awake?"

No response.

She opened the door and found him still asleep, the room a mess.

Her anger flared. She struck his back hard.

Zokaro jolted upright in pain and looked at her, stammering:

— "Why did you hit me, Mom?"

She stared at him with burning eyes:

— "You really don’t know? Come closer…"

He stepped forward slowly, but she grabbed his ear suddenly and shouted:

— "How many times have I told you to clean your room before sleeping?"

— "I’m sorry, Mom… this is the last time. Please let go of my ear!"

She released him and walked toward the door, but turned back with her eyes blazing:

— "If you don’t clean your room soon, there will be another punishment. And after you shower, come eat—even if it’s no longer breakfast, but lunch."

Zokaro nodded quickly, too scared to say a word.

After she left, he sighed and hurried to clean his room.

When he finished, he noticed a new email notification on his phone.

It was from a reader of his novel.

He opened the message and found it strange, written in an unusual style… almost like a wish:

"Hello, this is my first comment on your story. I’ve read your novel from beginning to end. Have you ever wished this world were real? How beautiful it would be to witness the end of the world with our own eyes. Why don’t you wish with me for this world to become reality?"

Zokaro smiled mockingly, considering it nothing more than a joke.

So he replied:

"Thank you for following the story from beginning to end. Yes, it would be wonderful if this world were real, to see everything with your own eyes."

He wrote the reply simply to please the only reader who had made it to the end of his story.

He had no idea that this small action would lead him to a tragic end.

An end no one knew how it would begin, or whether it even had an end at all.

He placed the phone on his desk and left the room.

But at that moment, the screen lit up with a new message:

"Wonderful… then witness the world you wrote.

The whole world will see it,

and they will witness its final ending… hahaha."