The Manifestation of the End
Event Date ????
Time: 10:45 AM
Location: The Fractured Threshold / The Void
The world didn't end with a bang. It ended with a beam of pure, pressurized kinetic energy.
Null lay on the shattered remains of the threshold, his eyes drained of the light that usually fueled his defiance. The King of Stones hadn't even drawn a weapon; a single casual flick of his wrist had sent a beam through Null's chest, pinning his soul to the cold floor.
Is this it? Null thought, his internal monologue slowing to a crawl. I failed to even reach twenty. I'm dying before I could even understand why I was born.
Inside, a strange warmth bloomed the feeling of life leaking out. But outside, his skin was turning to ice. The stone necklace around his neck, once glowing with a pure white light, began to pulse with a sickly, oily darkness. It wasn't white hair anymore. It was the color of a grave.
"NULL!"
Kai emerged from the smoke, his face contorted in a mask of pure rage. He clutched his father's blade, the steel screaming as he forced his Mirror of Fate to its breaking point. Dark shadows coiled around the blade like snakes he was trying to copy Null's Deletion(vold) , trying to steal the power of the Void to save his friend.
But he was incomplete.
Before the blade could touch the King's shadow, a shimmering barrier erupted. From the ripples of the air, a monstrous silhouette stepped forth a draconic humanoid that radiated a pressure so heavy the floor began to liquify. With a move faster than Kai's eyes could track, the monster landed a devastating punch squarely on Kai's jaw.
Kai was sent spiraling, hitting the obsidian wall with a force that cracked the foundation of the Realm.
"Sorry, Boss. I'm terribly sorry I'm late," the monster spoke. His voice was deep, smooth, and carried a sharp, sophisticated British accent. "But do let me handle this case, shall we?"
The King of Stones smirked. "Do as you wish. After all, you are the 2nd Highest Ranking in the Wonder World. Don't disappoint me, Weaver."
The King vanished, leaving the Weaver to stroll toward the broken Kai. The Weaver raised his hand, and the world shifted. Kai's senses were hijacked. One moment he was on the floor; the next, he was balanced on a needle-thin rock above a sea of hellfire.
"Why suffer for a boy whose name means 'Zero'?" The Weaver asked. "Respond to me, human. I command you."
Kai spat a mouthful of Crystal Blood. "He isn't... a King," Kai wheezed. "He's my friend. The day I leave him behind... is the day I give up."
The Weaver paused, impressed. "Loyalty. How quaint. I shall grant you the honor of knowing who destroyed your mind. My name is The Weaver, 2nd of the Seats."
Inside the Void
Null stood in a room of absolute darkness. Suddenly, a blue window ignited.
[REQUIREMENTS MET: THE SACRIFICE OF THE SELF]
[WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCEED, DEATH?]
[YES / NO]
50%
Null stared at the prompt. Confusion clouded his mind. I've been ignoring this every time I wake up... He reached out, his hand trembling. He wanted to click NO. He wanted the peace of the end.
But then, out of the shadows of his own soul, a tiny, pitch-black hand appeared. It moved with a terrifying speed, its small fingers slamming into the [YES] button before Null could react.
Immediately, Null's jaw locked. His mouth began to move against his will, chanting an ancient, forbidden incantation that shook the very walls of the Void.
"The soul of a human brings only curiosity... but I am no human. I am the God of Balance. Yin and Yang. Light and Darkness. Fire and Water. Let this mere body be darkened. Let my stone, cultivated on the edge of fate, turn to ash. May reality be nothing but my toy. DEATH is my name."
A massive dark aura erupted from Null's body. His hair transformed into a jet black that seemed to absorb all light. His eyes changed: his left eye turned black with a small, glowing white cross; his right eye turned white as snow with a sharp black cross.
He floated into the air, his limbs hanging limp like a puppet on strings.
Maybe God wants me to fight harder, Null thought. A single tear his very last shred of humanity rolled down his cheek. "Thank you, God, for letting me stand again."
With that tear, the last 1% of his human emotion evaporated. He was now 100% Death.
Back in the threshold, the Weaver was still mocking Kai, completely unaware of the shift behind him. But suddenly, the Weaver's body froze. The air didn't just turn cold; it died.
Null was descending. He wasn't running; he was simply walking down a path of resurrection.(YIN is the name)
"Stand back!" the Weaver shouted, his sophisticated accent cracking into a scream. He sensed it too late. As he reached out to finish Kai, his arms simply disintegrated, blown off by the mere pressure of Null's approach.
The Weaver screamed, his dragon-flesh regenerating, but the process was sluggish poisoned by the aura of the Void. Before he could even summon his blade, Null was there.
Face to face. Eye to eye.
The Weaver didn't see a boy. He didn't even see a warrior. He saw the literal manifestation of the End.
Null didn't strike. He didn't speak. He simply stared with those cross-shaped eyes. The Weaver's heart stopped. His logic failed. The 2nd Seat of the Wonder World, a monster that could weave fate, simply dropped dead his soul deleted by the mere presence of the umbros.
Null stood over the corpse, the dark aura humming.
"You won't touch him," Null whispered to the silence.
The Weaver's body dissolved into grey ash, scattered by a wind that shouldn't exist in the vacuum of the Threshold.
Null turned his head. The movement was mechanical, devoid of the fluidity of a living person. He looked at Kai. To Kai, it felt like being looked at by a mountain or a grave. There was no warmth in those cross-shaped eyes. No recognition.
"Null...?" Kai whispered, clutching his shattered jaw.
Null didn't answer. He looked at his own hands, the black veins pulsing with 50% of a power that was meant to unmake universes. He wasn't just a web-novel character anymore. He was the Unwritten Story.
"The King is gone," Null said, his voice echoing with the depth of a thousand voices. "But the hunt has only just begun."
Far away, in the highest tower of the Stone Kingdom, the King of Stones felt a ripple in the fabric of reality. He looked at his hand, where a single stone finger had turned to dust.
He didn't scream. He simply smiled.
"So," the King whispered. "The nothing has finally become something."
You offer me life but I am the end-null
End of chapter 87
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