Alright, let's dive into a completely fresh arc while keeping Xiao as the absolute chaos magnet he is. This new arc will be disconnected from the Cosmic Human Civilization storyline and take him somewhere unexpected.
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New Arc Title: "The Realm of Rejected Realitie
When Xiao opened his eyes, he was no longer aboard the Dreadnought. No divine tea. No flaming goddess. No orbit strikes. Just... a giant, fluorescent sign that read:
WELCOME TO THE REALM OF REJECTED REALITIES
Also known as: The Multiversal Trash Bin. Please do not litter. This entire place is already litter.
Beneath it stood a janitor.
He looked at Xiao.
Then back at his mop.
Then back at Xiao.
Then he screamed. "ANOTHER ONE?! WHO KEEPS FLUSHING BROKEN GODS DOWN HERE?!"
Xiao blinked.
"…Huh?"
BOOM.
A unicorn with tank treads crashed through a nearby wall, chased by what looked like a muscled-up Pikachu wearing a business suit and screaming about tax fraud.
Xiao looked around.
The sky was a glitching JPEG. The mountains in the distance were made of fried rice. And every few seconds, a random narrator's voice boomed out in Spanish, describing things no one could see.
"…Okay," Xiao muttered, rubbing his temples. "What kind of cult-baked fever dream is this?"
The janitor pointed a mop at him. "You're in the Realm of Rejected Realities, kid! Where broken stories, discarded timelines, and failed isekai dumps end up. You must've been too OP for your own setting, huh?"
Xiao shrugged. "Probably."
The janitor nodded sympathetically. "We get a lotta your type. One guy sneezed and turned his entire harem into time-traveling potatoes. Another one ate a rock and became a god. We had to exile him to the Gluten-Free Zone."
Xiao glanced at a sign nearby:
Zone 12: Gluten-Free Universe Fragments. All Bread-Based Gods are Kill-On-Sight.
"…I like it here," he said.
BOOM.
A floating castle made of anime tropes exploded overhead, raining waifus with censored eyes.
A girl landed next to Xiao. She blinked. "Are you my—"
"—No," Xiao interrupted, flicking her away with a finger.
She exploded into hearts and sparkles midair.
The janitor clapped. "Nice. You're adapting fast."
Three Hours Later.
Xiao was now wearing a trench coat made of sentient memes, sitting on a throne made of discarded protagonist swords. A line of weirdos stood before him.
"I'm Naruchad, descendant of five different shonen bloodlines!" shouted the first. "I challenge you!"
Xiao flicked a toothpick at him.
BOOM.
Naruchad turned into a puff of smoke and was immediately arrested by copyright enforcers.
Next.
"I'm Blarthug the Undying, villain of three separate failed novels! I killed my author!"
Xiao tossed a potato at him.
BOOM.
Blarthug exploded into trauma and unpaid therapy bills.
Next.
"I'm Jenny the Plot Device! I exist only to be saved, then randomly become stronger than the MC!"
Xiao looked her dead in the eye.
"Go sit in the corner."
She immediately burst into tears and did so.
The janitor leaned in. "You're doing the gods' work, kid."
"No," Xiao smirked. "I'm doing my own work."
Meanwhile, deep in the Central Server Core of the Realm...
A group of ancient glitch entities watched the screen in horror. These were beings abandoned by entire timelines, living in the raw code of failed universes.
They were called: The Editors.
"He's breaking the narrative boundaries."
"He tamed the Chaos Waifus. He even beat the Ramenverse Champion."
"He survived the Hunger Games... with actual hunger."
The eldest Editor—an upside-down floating llama with laser eyes—spoke.
"There's only one solution."
The others leaned in.
"…We reboot the Realm."
Silence.
Then panic.
"No! That'll reset EVERYTHING!"
"Yes. Including him."
A long pause.
"…Do it."
Back to Xiao.
He was now teaching a class titled "How to Make Plot Armor into Actual Armor." Half his students were crying from spiritual overexposure.
"Rule One," Xiao said, pacing in front of a blackboard made of clichés. "If you need a power-up, just fake your death. Works every time."
A hand went up.
"Yes, Miss Half-Demon Princess Assassin?"
"What if the readers expect me to die?"
"Then you live out of spite."
Gasps.
"Any more questions?"
A sheep raised its hoof. "I'm from a farming sim world and I want revenge on the god who made me date vegetables."
Xiao nodded. "You'll be my next general."
Suddenly, the sky cracked like glass.
Alarms blared.
WARNING: REALM REBOOT IN 10 MINUTES. ALL NON-CORE CHARACTERS WILL BE DELETED.
Everyone screamed.
Xiao… smiled.
"Finally."
Lady Flame Veil—somehow here now, riding a flaming hoverchair made of sass—landed beside him.
"You knew this was coming?"
"Of course."
"But why let them reboot?"
He rose from his meme throne, eyes glowing like a black hole drinking espresso.
"Because I'm going to hijack it."
She blinked. "…You can do that?"
He smirked. "I'm me."
He cracked his knuckles.
The sky shattered.
Inside the Realm's Reboot Core.
The Editors were typing furiously on their dimensional keyboards.
"Erase him!"
"Corrupt his save file!"
"Turn him into a talking frog!"
Then the screens turned black.
And a single line of glowing text appeared.
[XIAO.EXE HAS ENTERED THE SYSTEM.]
Panic.
Screaming.
Explosions of grammar.
"HOW?!"
The llama shrieked.
"HE'S NOT A CHARACTER ANYMORE—HE'S A GLITCH!"
In the Void Between Worlds.
Xiao now floated in a digital storm of collapsing code and bleeding timelines.
"This is where they dump all the broken settings," a voice whispered beside him.
He turned.
It was a version of himself—but made entirely of plot holes and Deus Ex Machina.
"I'm you. But worse."
Xiao stared.
Then punched him into a filler arc.
"Next."
With ten seconds left before the reboot, Xiao dove into the Realm's heart.