Chains of Reality: Divinity Reborn is officially over, and with the end of one story, comes the start of another!

Get ready everyone, cuz this is gonna get crazy!

But first, let's answer some reviews:

1) Nobody245: I'm quite excited to turn this into a full story, too. I hope you're ready, 'cause this is gonna be a wild ride. ;)

2) Mr. Haziq: I was thinking they could be 14 at the youngest, but let's say they're 15 just to be sure.

And now, to the chapter!


Once the Indexing was over with, classes resumed like normal until the time came to go back home, with the four friends walking out together.

"Well, look at the bright side, Lame-O," Ronnie Anne remarked, nudging Lincoln's shoulder. "Your Cliche is... unique."

"Ronnie Anne, you know as well as everybody else that no Cliche is unique," Clyde pointed at while adjusting his glasses. "Once a "new" Cliche becomes known, it doesn't take long for it to become commonplace."

"Clyde's right," Cristina hummed as she checked her phone. "I searched "Edgelord" on the database, and it says dozens of people have it now... actually, a hundred... a thousand-you know what, maybe that's enough internet for today."

"Thanks, guys, but truth be told, I'm not really worried about my Cliche being unique or not," Lincoln sighed. "I'm more worried for how my family's gonna react."

Ronnie Anne raised an eyebrow. "Were they expecting a specific Cliche for you?"

"Ha! As if! The Loud family's the definition of randomness: they gave up on trying to predict who would get what Cliche long ago," Lincoln chuckled. "No, I'm worried because I don't know how they'll react: most of my sisters have Cliches that were already established."

Cristina raised her eyebrows. "Even those who aren't old enough to get their Indexing?"

"I mean, one of my sisters is practically a genius," Lincoln rolled her eyes. "So she created her own Indexing machine to discover the Cliches of everyone."

"Can she even do that?"

"She's an Antagonist."

"Okay, nevermind."

"If it helps, though, the machine only reveals Cliches, not designations," Lincoln waved his hand. "Well, I gotta go now guys. See you tomorrow."

"Bye bye, my beautiful love interest!" Cristina chirped before blowing a kiss.

"Goodnight, Lame-O," Ronnie Anne said while flashing a peace sign.

"Be careful of bed bugs!" Clyde added. "I'm serious, there's a nocturnal Antagonist who can control bed bugs and they're gonna be active today. Be sure to close your windows just in case."

"I will, see ya."

The four childhood friends separated and bid their farewells, heading back to their homes with slight hesitation.

Once he reached his house, Lincoln opened the door with little fuss and closed it before saying:

"I'm home."

"Linky!"

A brunette teen girl cartwheeled to the entrance, jumping high in the air before landing and standing up, shaking her pom-poms with a wide smile.

This was Luan Loud, one of Lincoln's older sisters, with the Cliche of "Cheerleader."

"Hi there, Luan," Lincoln flashed a smile. "How was your day?"

"It was great! The first ever football game with Cliches ended with only minor injuries!" Luan giggled. "But why ask about my day when you had your Indexing today?!"

Lincoln scratched the back of his head. "Maybe because I'd rather stall until everybody is already here?"

"Everyone's already here, Linky."

The duo turned around and saw a young Blonde woman with goggles, Leni Loud, checking a power box on the wall.

"Hi there, Leni," Lincoln greeted. "What are you doing?"

"Recalibrating the defense system," Leni answered, focusing solely on the box. "It activated by accident when Lynn walked to the house, and she, like, messed it up. Again."

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "And are you sure you should be the one to do that?"

"Well I would be a totes terrible Hacker if I couldn't tinker with machinery, right?" Leni answered with a giggle. "Anyway, everybody should be at the kitchen right now, and dinner's, like, already served."

Lincoln nodded. "Thanks for telling me."

And so, Lincoln walked to the kitchen, taking a deep breath as he prepared to tell his family what happened.


"And that's the gist of it."

Lincoln sat in the middle of the table, waiting nervously for his family's reaction.

To his sides were his older sisters: Luan, Leni, Luna, Lori, and Lynn.

And sitting on the opposite side of the table were his younger sisters: Lisa, Lola, Lana, Lucy, and Lily.

Finally, his parents were on both edges of the table.

"Well, that's certainly a story, sweetie," his mother, Rita Loud, remarked. "It's nice to have someone with a brand new Cliche in the family."

"Well, "brand new" in a way," Luna said with air quotes. "You know how Cliches work: as soon as one's created, dozens if not thousands get it."

"Yeah, we know that Luna," Lisa remarked. "The real thing to take notice of is the designation. Normally, when a "new" Cliche is found, the user is designated as an Outsider, and yet Lincoln here became a Protagonist?"

"That's just Lincoln's overwhelming luck cutting him some slack," Lynn remarked before patting Lincoln's back. "He's always been the luckiest one of us!"

Then she hit Lincoln a bit too hard, and her shock collar activated.

"OW!"

"Lynn!" Lincoln flinched. "Are you okay?!"

"Y-Yeah, Lincoln, I'm fine," Lynn sighed and rubbed her neck, flashing a tiny smile. "Really, I'm... I'm fine."

But her expression said it all. The bags under her eyes, the need to avoid eye contact, the fact she was clearly forcing herself to smile.

Lynn wasn't fine, no matter how much she said otherwise.

"You know, given how you've had that thing on for several years, I'm still surprised it shocks you at the slightest provokation," Luna remarked. "Did you even calibrate it, dude?"

"I did," Lynn sighed. "I guess it got damaged when the defense system attacked me."

Lincoln promptly stood up and sighed.

"I... gotta go somewhere else. Excuse me."

And with that said, Lincoln left the house, his family watching him walk away with worry.


The boy sat underneath a tree, looking at the night sky as he yawned. His stomach also growled, but he didn't really notice: Lynn's comment had long since ruined his appetite.

"You look troubled."

Lincoln flinched and looked around, eventually finding the source in a girl with black hair and pale skin looking at him, a lock of hair covering her left eye.

"Oh hey, you're Lucy's friend," Lincoln remarked. "What was your name? Helga?"

The girl narrowed her eyes as she floated up, revealing herself to be sitting on a crystal ball.

"The name's Haiku."

"Haiku, right," Lincoln sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just... I can't help but feel melancholic."

Haiku lowered her eyelids and floated down, jumping off her crystal ball as the boy added:

"I mean, I have a Cliche none of my family expected, but I was designated as a Protagonist despite nobody else having it when it was revealed... for about five minutes, but still!" Lincoln folded his arms and hummed. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Well, I can't give you an answer as for why this happened," Haiku reached for her back. "All I can really do..."

She took out a paper and showed it to Lincoln.

"Is give you this."

The boy grabbed the paper and inspected it, looking quite skeptical all the way.

"A piece of paper?"

"Open it and see for yourself, then keep it to yourself only," Haiku explained as she got on her crystal ball once more. "Of you're interested in taking your Cliche to the next level, come to my house with that paper."

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "Take my Cliche to the next level?"

Haiku smiled. "You really think everybody with "Crystal Ball" can fly like this?"

Haiku flew back home, and Lincoln unrolled the paper and saw what was inside...

"Ynovation?"