Lin Feng’s POVThe girl with silver hair didn’t move to intercept us. She simply stood there, watching, more reason I had to believe it wasn't real. But for it to be shown to me, someone was definitely watching. Her presence pressed down on the world like a second sky, cold and suffocating. The light around her was sterile. Surgical. It erased shadow rather than illuminating it. I didn't even get to see her face properly. My Legion of the Damned, entities born from the deepest layers of void, twitched at the edge of her influence, their forms thinning, distorting, as if reality itself was rejecting them. But they had almost finished dealing with the Knights and there was now space to escape. She was a problem, not one I could solve right now, so I didn’t stay to ask for her name.My HUD was flashing a violent, rhythmic purple, pulsing in time with the chaos inside my chest. The air around me warped subtly, bending and stretching as if I were standing at the center of a gravitation

Yue’s POVThe smell that emanated from the Scavenger Pits was a thick, oily soup of failure.It clung to everything. The stench of decay wasn’t just physical, it was historical. Generations of discarded lives, crushed ambitions, and systemic rot had settled here, layering the atmosphere with something far heavier than mere pollution.Most people would choke on it, not me. I walked through battlefields where the ground itself wept blood. I had stood in courts where kings traded souls like coin. Compared to that… this was simply honest filth.Yet as I stood before Lin Feng, something else cut through the staleness of the Pits.A certain familiarity that's ancient.He stood before me like a fracture in reality itself, a silhouette of violet fire and charcoal-stained rags, his form unstable, his presence warping the air around him. The void clung to him like a second skin, leaking from the cracks in his body slowly, even though he was healing. To the untrained eye, he was exactly what t

Lin Feng’s POVMeeting Junjie definitely opened my eyes more to just what nullities can do or perhaps what follows them. He'd be very useful to me. The days activities went on as usual, nullities working and all that, and when it was night, people began falling asleep. But I didn't.The clock struck midnight and the darkness was incinerated.I stood atop the rusted gantry of the main turbine hall, the skeletal metal groaning faintly beneath my weight as I looked out over the Scavenger Pits. The world below, usually drowned in shadow, decay, and a kind of oppressive twilight, was being peeled open.The sky was bleeding, a violent tear of gold had split the clouds apart, stretching across the heavens like a wound that refused to close. It wasn’t sunlight. It didn’t rise gradually or warm the horizon. It invaded, a harsh, artificial brilliance that carved through the toxic smog like a blade through rotting flesh. The stars vanished.And for a single, suffocating moment, the entire was

Junjie's POVThe excitement washed over me, but that made me stumble into the mud again. I didn't stay down for long, I dragged myself up again, there was no time for that clumsiness. I looked up to confirm it was him. He stood still in the middle of it all, he was untouched. Obviously because he was stronger than the other nullities in the Pits. The fire bent around him, the light recoiled from him, as if even this divine annihilation couldn’t fully claim him. His silhouette cut through the chaos like a blade through water.I staggered the last few steps and skidded to a halt beside him, nearly collapsing."Boss… we have to go now! we can't waste a single second out here anymore.” I wheezed, clutching his tattered sleeve like it was the only solid thing left in the world, maybe it was. "The tunnels… they are opening…"He didn’t move, but his left eye burned, a whirlpool of violet and black, spinning slowly, hungrily, reflecting something far deeper than the destruction around us.

Lin Feng's POV My grip on the blade tightened, out of pure rage. But after weighing all my available options, I loosened. I lowered my spectral blade.The violet fire on it sputtered once… then died off. Silence rushed in to fill the space it left behind.I stood there, exposed. No shadows. No concealment or defense.Just me and him. "Stop," I rasped, my voice carrying through the vacuum, it didn't echo as it normally would.The word cut through the chaos with a clarity that even the Saint couldn’t ignore."The Tablet is here. The souls behind me are nothing. Take the vessel, and leave the dirt."The words tasted like ash. Behind me, I felt the shift. Not movement, attention.Three hundred lives, all pivoting on what came next. Malachi paused.He hovered inches above the vitrified ground, his presence still crushing but it was more measured now, he controlled it. The pressure eased, it didn't go away totally. Why would he let it go? It was who he was. It reduced just enough for th