The Last Mortal
Every soul on earth awakened a divine bloodline. Except one. They called him a cosmic mistake; now, he’s their system crash.
Born completely mortal in a hyper-stratified world ruled by the Five Sacred Houses, Ren Ashveil is "The Hollow"—a human glitch with zero divine energy. After his corrupt family sells his sister to power the Grand Patriarch's elite core servers, Ren is discarded as an evolutionary dead-end. But his empty body isn't a void; it's a terminal root directory. Carrying no predefined code, his skin acts as an absolute vacuum that intercepts, permanently deletes, and archives the divine bloodlines of anyone he touches. He doesn’t inherit divinity—he consumes it.
Disguised in a faceless ballistic visor and a null-threaded duster coat, Ren infiltrates the neon-drenched spires of the Upper Ring under the alias "The Glitch." From underground gladiatorial rings to heavily guarded palace vaults, he leaves a trail of formatted, powerless elites in his wake, systematically stealing their elements to forge his own unclassified divine tier. The false gods think they are tracking a minor runtime error, but as Ren climbs toward the central harvesting spire, he is about to execute a total, systemic rewrite of their entire world.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 10: SOVEREIGN OF THE EMPTY THRONEThe massive glass dome above us shattered.It didn’t just crack; the sudden, catastrophic depressurization of the 99th floor ripped the reinforced composite panels from their steel tracks, sending a million diamond-shaped shards spinning out into the howling vortex of the sky-scar.The high-altitude storm rushed into the chamber like a dying god's final breath, its freezing, gold-tinted winds tearing the remnants of the velvet curtains from the pillars and whipping my long duster coat against my shins.I didn't blink. I stepped forward, my bare boots crunching over the broken glass as I reached the base of the draining titration tank.Lira tumbled forward into my arms, her small frame shivering violently as the last of the silver fluid washed across the obsidian floorboards. Her skin was deathly pale, mapped with thin, glowing silver veins that pulsed erratically as her unanchored marrow struggled to stabilize without the machine’s extraction loops."Ren..." she whispered, her fingers
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Chapter: CHAPTER 9: THE PREDATORY OVERRIDE"The 99th Apostle is already inside the isolation chamber," Mira’s voice was a frantic, broken signal in my ear, nearly drowned out by the heavy, mechanical hum of the central spire's primary pumps. "Ren, you don't understand the scale of what they’ve built up there. It isn’t just an extraction lab. It’s an evolutionary forge. The Ministry is using Gamma-class logic parameters to force your sister's silver bloodline into a predatory state."I didn't answer. I stepped through the shattered remains of the 95th-floor security checkpoint, my heavy boots cracking the fragments of decorative marble that littered the floor. The air on this tier was thick, suffocatingly dense, and saturated with the metallic tang of aerosolized marrow.I stood at the base of the grand spiral staircase that led to the summit of the tower. This wasn't the clean, sterile architecture of the lower administrative offices. The walls here were lined with pulsing, synthetic bio-conduits that ran up the pillars like b
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Chapter: CHAPTER 8: THE OUTSIDE ASCENT"The maintenance shafts are compromised," Mira's voice cracked frantically through the earpiece, accompanied by the muffled, rhythmic boom of heavy demolition charges detonating a few floors above. "A vanguard execution squad just dropped a chemical suppression barrier down the main vent lines. If you try to climb out through the service ducts, you'll melt before you hit the mezzanine."I slid to a halt at the edge of the access corridor. Behind my black visor, the internal HUD painted the structural framework of the palace in shimmering blue wireframes, but the route upward was rapidly lighting up in violent, warning crimson. The service ladders were flooded with toxic, aura-eating gas."What about the external maintenance crane?" I asked, my boots already turning back toward the broken glass windows at the western end of the archive floor."The high-altitude window washers use a magnetic tether system on the outer hull, but the power lines to the tracks were severed during the secur
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Chapter: CHAPTER 7: THE REVERSE CRUSHDominic reacted before my fingers could touch his throat. He dropped the silver pendulum, letting it fall toward the floor as he slammed both palms downward into the open air. The purple light around his skull flared with the density of an exploding star, sending a localized shockwave of inverted gravity straight into my shins.The stone tiles beneath my boots shattered into fine gray sand. The sheer upward force didn't lift me; it tried to tear my legs from my waist, reversing the mass of my lower limbs while keeping my torso anchored in real-space. The artificial pressure twisted the air into a screaming vacuum that threatened to warp my physical frame into a broken mess. The intense focal distortion pulled at the edges of my duster, testing the resilience of the carbon-mesh lining.I didn't try to pull back. I forced my left hand down into the sand, burying my bare fingers into the broken foundation of the palace floorboards. The Null key inside my consciousness opened a massive, q
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Chapter: CHAPTER 6: THE ARCHIVE BREACHThe air inside the subterranean archives was completely frozen, preserved by thick plates of blue frost-stone built into the stone walls to keep the massive server units from overheating.Millions of digital scrolls and ancestral memory drives floated inside glass cylinders filled with clear oil, glowing with a faint silver light that cast long, distorted shadows across the floor. This was the central nervous system of the Upper Ring, a sanctuary of stolen knowledge where the history and genetic blueprints of every bloodline on earth were categorized, audited, and stored away like corporate assets."The main database frame is at the very end of the central aisle," Mira’s voice crackled through my earpiece, her breathing fast, shallow, and heavy with static.She was monitoring the palace's external security grids from a temporary tap in a hidden maintenance shaft nearby. "Ren, you have to hurry. The courtyard shutdown didn't just delay the standard guards; it tripped a hard-line emerge
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5: FACE-SLAP AT THE PALACE TURNSTILES"Keep your head down and walk like you belong here," Mira murmured over our private com-link, her voice a low crackle in my earpiece.We stood in the outer courtyard of Grand Patriarch Veyn’s administrative palace, surrounded by sprawling gardens of glass lilies that grew only in high-density essence soil. The sheer concentration of the golden mist up here made my lungs itch, but the null-threaded duster swallowed the ambient tracking waves before they could burn my skin. All around us, middle-ring aristocrats and high-ranking officials stepped through the security turnstiles, presenting their polished lineage tokens to the automatic sensors.I checked the interior HUD of my black ballistic visor. The fake identity loop I had coded from Captain Vane's stolen token was fluctuating, its encryption parameters decaying by the second."The security relay is cycling its keys," I whispered, keeping my hands buried inside my pockets. "We have less than two minutes before the automated defense
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