The sun rose over Bourbon Academy, but the light did not feel warm to Adam Cook. He woke up on the thin, straw mattress in his tiny servant’s room. The room was barely a closet, tucked away in the basement of the boys' dormitory. It smelled of damp stone and old dust.
Usually, Adam woke up with a heavy heart, thinking about the chores he had to do. But today was different.
When he opened his eyes, the world was not just gray and brown.
Floating in front of his face was a glowing purple screen.
[Time Remaining: 68 Hours, 12 Minutes.]
[Health: 45/100 (Recovering)][Status: Void Vessel Initialized.]Adam sat up. He looked at his hands. They weren't shaking anymore. Last night, he had been a broken boy in a dark alley. Now, he felt like he was plugged into a lightning bolt.
He looked at the wooden door of his room. To his normal eyes, it was just old wood. But as he focused, a layer of shimmering light appeared over his vision. He saw thin, glowing blue lines running through the door.
[Object: Door (Oak)]
[Mana Reinforcement: 2% (Weak)]"I can see it," Adam whispered. "I can see the magic."
In this world, magic—or "mana"—was everywhere. It was in the air, the water, and the bodies of the lucky people born with Spirit Veins. Normally, a Null like Adam was blind to it. It was like living in a world of music but being born deaf.
But now, the System had given him "The Eyes of the Sovereign."
He stood up and walked out into the hallway. It was early, and the elite students were starting to head to breakfast. As Adam walked toward the Great Hall, he saw them.
A group of second-year students walked past. To a regular person, they just looked like wealthy kids in silver-trimmed robes. To Adam, they looked like glowing lanterns.
He saw a girl with a faint orange flame dancing in her chest.
[Target: Human Female. Tier 1 Fire Mage. Mana Flow: Stable.]He saw a tall boy with green swirls of energy around his feet.
[Target: Human Male. Tier 1 Wind Mage. Mana Flow: Low Quality.]"Low quality," Adam muttered with a small, dark smile. These people had spent their whole lives calling him trash, but the System saw them as "weak" and "low quality."
He reached the main courtyard of the campus. The white marble floors sparkled in the morning sun. In the center of the courtyard was a massive statue of the first Headmaster.
Suddenly, Adam felt a chill. Not just a cold breeze, but a wave of ice that seemed to turn his blood into slush.
He turned his head toward the North Tower.
Far above, on a balcony, a figure was standing. It was Catherine Cook. Even from this distance, Adam’s new eyes could see her clearly.
She was looking out over the Academy. To everyone else, she looked like a queen—cold, beautiful, and perfect. But through the System’s lens, Adam saw the truth.
Catherine was surrounded by a storm of jagged, icy blue mana. It was beautiful, but it was wrong. The blue lines weren't flowing like a river; they were snapping like broken glass.
And in the center of her chest, right where her Mana Core should be, there was a crack.
It looked like a black wound. Dark, smoky energy was leaking out of the crack, fighting against her blue ice magic. Every time the black smoke touched the blue ice, Adam could see her flinch.
[Analysis: Cracked Mana Core (Critical State)]
[Condition: Soul-Frost Corruption.][Fact: The target is using 90% of her power just to keep her heart from freezing solid.]Adam gasped. "She’s not just the Ice Witch. She’s a prisoner of her own power."
The "Ice Witch" wasn't cold because she was mean. She was cold because if she let her temperature rise even one degree, the corruption in her core would explode and kill everyone in the building.
This is it, Adam thought. This is my way in.
The system pinged in his mind.
[Mission Update: The Heart of the Frost.][Warning: The target is currently in the Great Library. Favorable Impression is still -90.]Adam knew the Great Library. It was a massive, circular building with millions of books. The upper floors were restricted. Only high-level mages and professors were allowed there. Nulls were strictly forbidden from even stepping past the front desk.
Adam didn't care. He walked toward the library.
When he reached the giant bronze doors, two guards stopped him. They were wearing the heavy armor of the Academy Guard. They carried spears that glowed with yellow electrical sparks.
"Halt, Null," the guard on the left said. He looked at Adam’s cheap, wrinkled clothes and sneered. "The library is for students who actually have brains and mana. Go back to the kitchens."
"I have business with Professor Catherine," Adam said. His voice was calm. Usually, he would have looked at the ground. Today, he looked the guard right in the eye.
The guards laughed. "Business? What, are you her new footstool? Get out of here before I use this spear to give you a permanent tan."
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Chapter 342
The Great Cathedral was not a place of worship. It was a cold, metal factory disguised in stone and stained glass. Deep beneath the marble floor, where the air tasted of burning oil, Adam Cook moved with the silence of a falling shadow.Catherine followed close behind. Her blue eyes were wide, scanning the dim, flickering hallways. They were deep within the forbidden archives of the Inquisition. This was the place the High Inquisitor had kept hidden from the world for centuries.Adam stopped in front of a heavy door made of reinforced black iron. He didn't need a key. He reached out with a pale, trembling finger and felt the faint, buzzing hum of the locks. They weren't just mechanical. They were woven with light."Step back," Adam whispered. His voice was a strange, hollow sound that seemed to vibrate inside Catherine’s own skull.He didn't use a spell. He didn't summon the Void. He simply leaned his forehead against the iron. He reached into the metal, feeling the way the atoms held
Chapter 341
The sky over the Capital turned a sickly, bruised green. Adam Cook stood on the high rooftop, his hand stinging where the communication crystal had shattered. Catherine stood behind him, her blue eyes wide as she watched the clouds boil with dark, alien energy."The Prime Creator is playing with time," Adam whispered. His voice was a flat, metallic rumble. "He is using the refugees I saved as a beacon. He wants to trigger the end of the world right on top of them."Adam walked toward a tall, ornate glass window set into the rooftop structure. He needed to check his own stability. The Grave of Kings protocol was pulsing deep in his marrow, threatening to consume his physical form. He felt like he was held together by nothing more than willpower and the heavy, black gravity of his own chest.He stopped in front of the glass. In the reflection, Adam did not see a teenage boy in a torn black suit. He didn't see the pale skin of the boy from the Lower City, nor did he see the obsidian s
Chapter 340
The golden seal in the sky hummed with a low, vibrating drone. It was an ancient, terrible piece of magic. It was a net made of pure, killing light that began to sink toward the desert floor. Adam Cook stood in the center of the canyon, his feet rooted to the melting stone. Beside him, Catherine trembled. The heat from the seal was already boiling the groundwater.Adam knew he could not stop the seal with his bare hands. He looked at the vast, uncaring desert. He looked at the mountain of ice that Valerius had built. He realized that the Inquisition was not trying to fight a war anymore. They were trying to erase the board."Hold onto me," Adam said. His voice was a calm, steady anchor. He didn't fight the golden seal. Instead, he reached out with his mind and found the heartbeat of the mountain. He folded the space between the canyon floor and the dark tunnel system beneath the palace ruins. They didn't travel through the air. They skipped the space in between. They were suddenl
Chapter 339
The steel floor of the Inquisition flagship groaned under the weight of the golden chains. Adam Cook knelt on the metal deck, his pale skin burning where the holy runes bit into his flesh. High Inquisitor Kross stood over him, his face twisted in a mask of triumph. The chains hummed with a low, agonizing frequency that vibrated in Adam’s very marrow. "The shackles of the Order are forged from the bones of the first mages," Kross sneered, leaning down to stare into Adam’s eyes. "They do not just hold your limbs. They bind your potential. You are a Duke-Level threat reduced to a common prisoner in the blink of an eye."Adam remained motionless. He didn't fight the pull of the chains. His mind was a calm, dark lake. He could feel the golden strings of the Inquisition’s anchor digging into his soul, but underneath that, he felt the heavy, rhythmic pulse of the Void. He was not just a boy anymore. He was the anchor. He was the end of the line."You speak of orders," Adam said. His voice
Chapter 338
The massive, golden flagship of the Inquisition groaned under the weight of Adam Cook’s sudden intrusion. The floor beneath Adam’s boots was not made of simple iron. It was made of shifting, complex metal plates that hummed with a deep, rhythmic vibration. The ship was alive.Adam stood in the center of the command deck. Catherine was pressed closely against his back, her blue eyes scanning the dark, flickering corridors. The interior of the ship looked like a nightmare of luxury and death. White marble statues of forgotten gods stood against walls of cold, black steel. The air tasted like recycled mana and burnt ozone.Adam closed his eyes. He didn't need to look with his physical sight. Ever since his body had fused with the Void, his perception had expanded past the walls of the room. He felt the world as a heartbeat. He felt the planet as a giant, living drum. He stretched his mind outward. The Void-Link in his chest surged. He didn't just feel the ship anymore. He felt the en
Chapter 337
The tunnel of light roared like a hurricane. Adam and Catherine tumbled through the impossible space between worlds. The white walls of the tunnel were made of screaming numbers and shifting geometric shapes. This was the place where reality was written. Adam did not fight the fall. He used his dark wings to hold Catherine against his chest, shielding her from the jagged edges of broken time. He knew that if he hit the walls of this tunnel, they would be erased from history. Suddenly, the tunnel ended. They slammed into a floating island made of solid, violet shadow. It was a pocket dimension created by the Void itself. It was a silent, gray place where no wind blew and no sun shone. Adam rolled to his feet. He felt his physical body tearing apart. The transition had cost him everything. His chest felt empty. His lungs were burning for air. He was flickering, turning into transparent smoke, then back into a pale boy, over and over again. "Adam!" Catherine cried, scrambling up. "Y
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