CHAPTER 13 — DIVINE SUSPICION

  Paris had just saved two hundred and sixteen lives.

  Unfortunately, the gods had noticed.

  The commuter train finally pulled away from the station nearly twenty minutes late.

  Passengers sighed with relief as the signal error cleared.

  To them, it had been a minor inconvenience.

  To Paris—

  It had been the difference between life and death.

  He stood near the edge of the platform as the train disappeared down the tracks.

  His phone vibrated.

  The chat had exploded with activity.

  Blood Saint: The event has collapsed.

  [Goddess of Fate]: Fatality branch removed.

  [Abyssal Observer]: Probability recalculating.

  Paris swallowed.

  They could see everything.

  Every thread.

  Every outcome.

  Which meant they knew something had changed.

  And they were trying to figure out why.

  A new message appeared.

  [Thunder Sovereign]: Fate does not deviate without cause.

  [Goddess of Fate]: The original thread was stable.

  Blood Saint: Then interference occurred.

  Paris forced himself to walk toward the station exit, trying to look like a normal commuter.

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  His hands trembled slightly as he typed.

  “Maybe the prediction was wrong.”

  The message appeared in the chat.

  Immediately, the responses came.

  Blood Saint: The Archive does not make errors.

  [Goddess of Fate]: The derailment probability was absolute.

  [Abyssal Observer]: Yet the outcome diverged.

  Paris slipped his phone back into his pocket.

  “Okay,” he whispered to himself.

  “They’re suspicious.”

  Outside the station, the morning sun had begun creeping over the buildings.

  Cars filled the streets.

  People rushed to work.

  Normal life.

  But something had shifted.

  He could feel it.

  The world around him seemed… softer.

  Less rigid.

  Like the invisible threads of fate had loosened slightly.

  His phone buzzed again.

  [Goddess of Fate]: Review prior anomalies.

  Paris stopped walking.

  Prior.

  The lightning strike.

  The probability shifts.

  Now the train derailment.

  The chat continued.

  Blood Saint: Lightning event deviation.

  [Abyssal Observer]: Multiple minor probability adjustments detected.

  Paris’s stomach tightened.

  They were looking at everything.

  [Thunder Sovereign]: Pattern identified.

  [Goddess of Fate]: All anomalies originate from the same region.

  Paris felt the blood drain from his face.

  Region.

  His region.

  His city.

  The messages continued.

  Blood Saint: The variable resides among mortals.

  [Abyssal Observer]: That is the most probable conclusion.

  Paris forced himself to keep walking.

  “Don’t panic,” he muttered quietly.

  “They don’t know who you are.”

  Not yet.

  But the chat kept moving.

  [Thunder Sovereign]: Mortals cannot alter fate.

  [Goddess of Fate]: This entity exists outside predictive architecture.

  [Abyssal Observer]: The anomaly interferes with causal threads.

  Paris checked the time.

  The train should be miles away now.

  Still safe.

  Still alive.

  But the chat had gone quiet again.

  For several seconds.

  Then a new message appeared.

  [Demon Emperor Baal]: Perhaps the anomaly should be… encouraged.

  Paris frowned.

  “Encouraged?”

  [Demon Emperor Baal]: If it can alter probability…

  Another message appeared.

  [Demon Emperor Baal]: …it may prove useful.

  Paris felt a chill run down his spine.

  Useful.

  He didn’t like the sound of that.

  The chat continued.

  [Thunder Sovereign]: Fate cannot be manipulated.

  [Demon Emperor Baal]: Everything can be manipulated.

  [Goddess of Fate]: The anomaly remains unidentified.

  [Abyssal Observer]: For now.

  Paris stopped walking.

  For now.

  His phone buzzed again.

  But this time—

  The notification didn’t come from one of the gods.

  It came from the system itself.

  A new message appeared at the very top of the chat.

  System Alert:

  ARCHIVAL REVIEW INITIATED.

  The conversation below froze instantly.

  Then—

  A single new message appeared.

  [The Architect]: The variable must be evaluated.

  Paris stared at the screen.

  “Evaluated?”

  The morning sun climbed higher over the city.

  Cars rushed past.

  People moved around him like nothing had changed.

  But somewhere beyond the sky—

  Something far older than the gods had just begun investigating him.

  And for the first time since joining the chat—

  Paris realized something terrifying.

  Saving people was only the beginning.

  Because now the system itself wanted to know what he was.

  What do you think the gods will do next?

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  - Variable God Paris