Chapter 60: The Inter-Genre Insult: "Filthy Garden Gnome!"

Saphira was in a floating bath, surrounded by translucent bubbles that contained fragments of dreams, forgotten musical notes, and kittens made of light she was reading a gold covered manga, feet spread out, her gaze concentrated yet relaxed she looked up at Élya, who was floating upside down on an anti gravity cushion:"I've decided not to break anything today just read, chill, zen." Élya opened her mouth to reply, but a bubble crackled, a shiver ran through the tower, then the floor vibrated. The walls didn't crack from fear, but from surprise a giant katana sliced through a page of reality as if it were an origami sheet from this dimensional tear emerged a character straight out of a dramatic seasonal shōnen red eyes glowing like a scar, a long coat flying without wind, a background saturated with speed lines, a sonic aura mixing japanese drums and distressed violins he stood, striking a theatrical pose, finger pointed at Saphira:"You, Saphira Noctielle! You have profaned the world of manga! You have triggered a forbidden narrative arc! and what's more…" he measured her, looking scandalized:"You're 1.30 meters tall!!" an absolute silence fell. the soap bubbles froze in suspension, then he spat with shōnen rage:"Filthy cosmic garden gnome!" at that precise moment, somewhere else, in a floating writing alcove, you, the Author, raised an eyebrow sitting on a levitating chair, a cup of multiversal tea in your hand, you were writing a recipe for temporal muffins you slowly turned your head towards The Primordial Mother, who was already beginning to panic she bundled herself in a shimmering cosmic camouflage dress and murmured like a mantra:"I am a star i am a star i am a star…" you stood up: "I'm on strike, and I didn't sign up for a shōnen character to bite my divine kid good luck to those who stay." a discreet "plop" echoed; you disappeared into a narrative escape hatch, which closed with a little comical musical note. Saphira, for her part, said nothing. a vein pulsed very gently on her temple; she folded her manga with clinical slowness, placed it on a cushion… and slowly descended from her cloud: "you called me…" She raised one finger. "…gnome…" a second. "…garden… " a third. "…gnome?" the floor began to blacken the sky crumpled like tired paper pastel blue lightning rumbled in silence she crossed her arms:"have you ever seen a cosmic lawnmower?" from a neighboring dimension, Diva emerged from a curtain of shadows, panicked. "oh my god, who dared?! I'm going to vaporize him, compress him, and send him in SD version!" Destiny, calm as a broken clock, sighed. —"let her do it. he triggered the 'no cute pity' level there's nothing more we can do for him." a respectful silence settled in the multiverses. Saphira entered furious transformation mode ultra-stylized mini queen of destruction, inverted cape, shadow saber, shooting star gaze she chased him through seven graphic styles 8-bit pixel art (she slid diagonally like an old RPG), franco-Belgian clear line ( she became a rigid-dot version), overly cute shōjo (with flowers screaming at every blow), overloaded mecha (she piloted a giant pink metal rabbit), – paper cut-out (she literally cut out the scenery), rigid-panel belgian comic (she crossed frames without authorization), draft sketch (she scribbled her own next attack) with each world crossed, her voice resonated like a forbidden spell:"I'm 1.30 meters of chaos, you're 1.90 meters of stupidity!!" she finally caught him in an empty narrative transition panel he panted, he pleaded, he tried a dramatic speech too late she slapped a magic post-it on his forehead. —"forbidden to judge a goddess's height." a snap of space, and he was forcibly sent back to his original comic on the first page, his name had been changed by cosmic decree: Little Baka-Chan.

End of Chapter 60 – The Inter-Genre Insult: "Filthy Garden Gnome!"