I stared at the screen showing my physique—and for a moment, my entire brain simply stopped.
[Physique – Voidwalker of NULL]
Rank: Divine (origin) ( upgradable )
Description: You possess the origin body of the void—a physique birthed from the place "before reality, "where matter collapses, time has no meaning, and every law of existence ceases to function.
The Voidwalker of NULL is not a body.
It is a concept—a state of being that denies existence itself.
You walk the thin line between being and unbeing, between creation and annihilation, commanding the fundamental force known as NULL, the origin of anti-matter and the natural enemy of all cosmic laws.
To the universe, you are an error. To the Akashic Records, you are a forbidden truth.
Effects:• Reality Rejection: You do not get affected by illusions, curses, poison, or soul attacks normally. Your body simply refuses the concept of being harmed.
• Undefined Presence: Your existence does not fit into logic. People subconsciously sense danger or divinity when looking into your eyes.
• Voidwalker's Gaze: Your red-and-purple eyes with the diamond pattern nullify all mind-reading, fate-scrying, and destiny-reading abilities.
• Void Harm: You can erase any injury on your body, restoring yourself to peak condition.(Usable once every 7 days.)
Conceptual Erasure
You can erase a person's ability, name, origin, destiny, or existence itself.
as long as he is 4 major rank above you .
< need 50 points in NULL energy to be unlocked >
I stared blankly, closed the window, reopened it, then stared again.
"...Haa. I have no words in my defense . I truly am something unbelievable."
I looked at everyone present in the room—their faces shining with happiness.
Seeing them like that…I felt a quiet determination forming inside me.
If I want to protect this peace—I must use everything I have. Everything.
There is no possible way I can allow that future to happen. Not now. Not when I have the power to change it.
And the first step…is simple.
Get into the Academy. Climb the Tower. Collect every power-up and critical item. Without changing the important sequences.
My gaze drifted to Aldric, who was speaking to Mother with a gentle smile. I felt a soft warmth in my chest.
This time…you won't be alone to carry the weight of the world.
I will kill those who must die, save those who deserve to be saved, and use all of my strength—no fear, no hesitation, no hiding.
There is no reason to hide anymore.
3rd POV —
Far away from Thornhelm, the Human Domain…deep within a city built of lush wood and ancient trees, lay the homeland of the elves—Elvenldora, the elven domain of Novacter.
Majestic homes curved into colossal trees, magic glowing softly in the leaves, and an enchanted calm blanketing the land like a dream.
Normally, this place radiated serenity.
But not today.
Even Elvenldora—a domain known for its deep patience and eternal quiet—was buzzing with unrest.
News of Aldric Crestban's Divine-Rank awakening had reached the elves.
And the reaction was immediate.
Inside a grand council hall grown directly from a sacred Tree, seven of the eight council seats were already filled. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension. Everyone was waiting for the Queen.
Fwish—
A soft beam of light entered the hall, materializing into a woman so ethereal that even the blind would fall to their knees in awe.
She stepped forward—grace in every movement, beauty that defied mortal comparison.
Her emerald eyes glittered like carved gems. Her golden hair shone brighter than sunlight kissing morning dew. Her presence alone warped the atmosphere with divine serenity.
Aerilune da' Caelrith. Queen of the Elves. One of the few Eternal-Rank awakeners of Novacter.
Every elf in the hall lowered their heads instinctively. It was rare for the queen to call the council, but given the current world situation—no one was surprised.
She sat upon the central throne, and her soft voice—melodic, calming—echoed through the council hall like music.
The council straightened immediately.
The world was shifting. The cycle was changing. And the awakening of Aldric Crestban had shaken even the immortal elves.
This was no longer mere coincidence.
This was the beginning of a storm.
A Divine-rank talent born in Novacter—a world restricted by the Tower itself—was something that should have been impossible.
Yet it happened.
And the elves, just like the humans, understood exactly what this meant.
Novacter was entering a new era. A dangerous one. A miraculous one. A world-changing one.
queen spoke .