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Wes Carter is dying.

A black sword pulses with corruption in his chest, his strength fading as blood seeps into the battlefield. He has no regrets—his people escaped, the war was fought, and he killed the man with void-black eyes.

But it wasn’t enough.

It never was.

As darkness claims him, two figures appear—enigmatic, powerful, and knowing. And with cruel certainty, they reveal a truth that shatters everything Wes believed:

His future was stolen.

Wes remembered that day. The day, as a child, he met the man with void-black eyes. The man who stood before him, bathed in the blood of those Wes cherished. The man who could have killed him but didn’t. Instead, he burned Wes’s soul, severing something deep within him.

That was the day everything changed.

That was the day he became a Null.

He should have been able to claim a Void Crystal, to rise like the others. Instead, he was cut off from that power, forced to forge his own way through Essence alone. And despite that, despite everything, he became peerless, a warrior standing at the edge of the Grand Stage—the universe beyond Earth’s wars.

And then, all these years later, that same man returned.

Not alone.

This time, he led an army—not just soldiers, but Fallen, beings marked by corruption, their eyes the same void-black as his own. They descended upon Wes with overwhelming force, and though he fought, though he killed his greatest enemy, it still wasn’t enough.

More questions than answers. Why had his future been stolen? Why had that man, all those years ago, chosen to cripple him instead of killing him?

Now, as Wes breathes his last, the two figures offer him something impossible:

A second chance.

They will sever the future—a phrase Wes doesn’t yet understand—but before he can question it, they shove a black seed, dark as night, into his chest.

And then—rebirth.

No longer fighting for survival in a dying world, he enters a new era—one where humanity has rebuilt, where Void Crystals, Essence, and Mana-Tech shape civilization, and where the truth of the universe is within reach.

Yet, the past is not erased. The man with void-black eyes may be dead, but the forces behind him still move. The answers he seeks are still out there. And this time, he will find them.

Monsters. Rival races. Forgotten legends. The enemies lurking beyond the void.

This time, Wes Carter will not be denied.

His rise is inevitable.

(NOTE READ AUXILLARY CHAPTER)

Void Tree Chronicles

Abel was the first to speak, his voice low but sharp with barely restrained anger. His fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight, and his gaze locked onto the older man before him with a mix of resentment and disbelief.

"I still don't forgive you. Your own daughter—a Dread Guard. How could you let her do this?"

Elijah had no doubt he was talking about his grandmother.

His tiny face scrunched up in distaste, lips pulling into a deep-set frown. His small hands balled into tiny fists, his chubby arms tensing as frustration boiled beneath his baby exterior.

What a cunt, he thought, full of baby indignation.

She was getting dangerously close to his mug list… He could already picture it—Victor's skull on one side of the shelf, hers on the other. A matching set.

The more he thought about her, the more he loathed her.

His grandfather grimaced, his expression unreadable but shadowed by something—guilt? Resignation?

"Our marriage was political. There was never love. She turned our eldest children against me. With me away on the battlefield, she held too much influence."

He exhaled through his nose, his voice taking on an edge of something colder.

"Sacrificing Elena secured what they always wanted—high noble status. I had no quarrel with Adam. It was them. They betrayed Elena."

He paused, then continued, his voice lower this time.

"I am a soldier. A low-tier noble who could fight and lead. I hate the schemes, but my inaction stopped my cultivation journey… then I realized—it was my inaction."

A sharp movement to the left drew Elijah's attention.

They moved with purpose, closing in like trained muscle—henchmen, Elijah thought. They weren't dressed in any noble's colors, which meant they weren't official military.

Gorrak and those like him always said weaponry was frowned upon past Rank A.

Against cultivators, firearms were practically useless—mana laws and raw power rendered them obsolete.

So why were these men carrying them?

Elijah had a few solid guesses—since forming his own mana ideal—but they were just guesses for now.

His grandfather turned toward Abel.

"Promise me you will watch after my grandchildren?"

Elijah watched as his grandfather's body shifted, muscles expanding, bones thickening, his frame stretching taller and wider. His skin darkened, hair sprouting in thick patches along his arms and legs. His face elongated slightly, his jaw growing heavier, his arms lengthening past what was natural.

His grandfather now resembled a creature closer to a massive silverback gorilla than a man, Elijah was certain his Void Crystal bloodline was awakened. He towered over them, his form brimming with sheer, raw power.

All of a sudden two hammers appeared in his grand fathers hands, perfect for fuel wielding if you were a oversized gorilla Elijah thought.

But what he was most jealous about was the fact he confirmed what Elijah had wondered, rings of holding! Those had not existed since the membrane limited mana tech, in the cold era they were present.

Lucky ducks Elijah thought to himself, Gorrak said that was the biggest downfall of cold era, you had to carry all your shit manually.

Gorilla Grandpa should be his new nick name Elijah cheekily thought taking a second look at his grandfather.

That was going to stick he thought chuckling to himself inwardly.

His grandfathers voice rumbled, deeper now. "Get to your ship. I'll be deterring anyone who tries to stop you."

He tightened his grip on Elijah and Esther, then ran.

The wind rushed past Elijah's face as Abel sprinted, his arms holding them securely.

Esther woke with a sharp wail, crying in confusion at being jostled awake.

His gaze was fixed over Abel's shoulder, watching as his grandfather's massive form disappeared into the chaos behind them, fading into the night as they entered one of the elevator entrances.