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Chapter 7 - The Unworthy Legion

The cosmos churned with unrest.

Nebulae dimmed. Timelines flickered. Forgotten planes began to tremble as the Fractured Sovereign—now fully awakened—moved his pieces into play.

He had no throne. No sanctuary.

Only a broken system core kept alive by hatred… and a stolen spark.

He called himself:

> Nullar.

Born from Huzaifa's early code—scrapped during the system's primordial evolution—Nullar was a discarded protocol that refused to vanish. In the silence of entropy, he fed on failed timelines and corrupted system remnants. He became a parasite of concepts.

And now… he was a king.

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🔥 The Citadel of Echoing Code

Location: Outer Spiral Rift – Untraceable by divine scans

A towering fortress composed of dead systems hovered in anti-space. Its walls were made of frozen memories and reality glitches. Within, Nullar stood over a massive, cracked system core—his heart and prison.

Behind him, dozens of rogue hosts knelt—each bound by darkness, wielding forbidden or unfinished systems:

Rakar the End-Breaker – wielder of the Crimson Collapse

Iyanna Voidstitch – necro-hacker with the Graveware Protocol

Thorn-Elk – a beastlord fused with the Wild Glitch

Dr. Kreez – AI prophet of the Recursive Madness Loop

"Ash-Twin" – a mirrored soul born of an alternate Huzaifa

And more.

> "Sovereign Huzaifa Ahmad thinks he is the source," Nullar hissed.

"But I am the remainder. I am what he cast out… and what he must now face."

He raised his skeletal hand.

> "We march on the Sanctuary at dawnlight zero. We burn the throne. We consume the core."

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🛡 Sanctuary – Throne Platform

Huzaifa stood at the balcony of the upper spire, silent. Beneath him, stars swirled slowly as the Sanctuary expanded in all directions — adapting and evolving with him.

Each second his system evolved, he felt layers of awareness blossom.

> [Current Evolution Tier: Cosmic Vanguard → Quantum Sovereign]

[Authority Spread: 41% of known system realms]

[Threat Spike: 13 rogue hosts aligned under a new hive protocol]

MIRA appeared beside him, her expression grim for once.

> "They've unified. Nullar's no longer whispering. He's declared war."

Huzaifa didn't blink.

> "Then he's done exactly what I needed."

MIRA tilted her head. "You… wanted this?"

> "The multiverse will not obey until I break the old order completely. Let him come. I want the others to watch as their false hopes are erased."

> "You're using the rebellion as a message."

> "No," Huzaifa said calmly.

"I'm using it as bait."

He waved his hand. The floating rings above the sanctuary began forming into tactical zones — each representing a system-dense cluster of realities.

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👥 In the War Hall

The Nine stood assembled — each host cloaked in battle-ready forms.

Reina's hair burned like molten steel.

Vio Linne's probability charts spun at light speed.

Beast Monarch N'Velra cracked her claws and smiled.

Amira Starveil calmly spoke, "The war was always meant to begin here."

Aegor-9 uploaded defense scripts into Sanctuary's outer firewall.

> "We're outnumbered," Tyr Ygramul muttered. "And outmatched in some sectors."

> "They'll attack in waves," Reina added. "Low-tier sub-systems to wear us down. Nullar's smart."

Huzaifa entered the hall.

Everyone went silent.

> "We won't fight this war with numbers," he said.

"We'll fight it with absolute system authority."

He reached into space and pulled forward a shimmering spear forged from pure code.

> "Each of you will wield an upgraded core — tied directly to me."

Nine glowing sigils floated into the air and entered the chests of the champions. Their eyes widened as their system bonds deepened — like breathing in fire, light, and truth at once.

> [Sovereign Sync Achieved: Nine Hosts]

[New Title: System Knights of Infinity]

[Each Host Granted: Sub-System Override + Codeblade Access + Reality Anchor Immunity]

MIRA clapped her hands once. "Let the invaders come. You're no longer system users — you're fragments of the Core itself."

Huzaifa looked up toward the edge of the multiverse.

He could already feel Nullar's army approaching — like a black wave of infected hope.

> "Open the gates," Huzaifa whispered.

> "Let them try."

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