Chapter 49 – Throne of Null
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Chapter 49 – Throne of Null
> [Location: Tower Core – System Nexus Layer: Throne of Null] [Security Override: Liberator Class Access Confirmed] [Warning: Reality Stability Below Threshold – 23% and Falling]
The gates opened without a sound.
No trumpets. No alarms. No final challenge.
Just silence, vast and complete.
Erevan stepped through the void-born archway, Spiralbreaker's Solarshade form humming faintly at his side, casting flickers of solar fire and voidlight along the ruined path.
Ahead, the Nexus waited.
A realm built not of stone, metal, or code—but pure abstraction. Memories that never were. Futures that never will be. Possibilities smothered in their crib.
And at the center of it all—
A throne.
Monolithic.
Empty.
Floating in a vast abyss of collapsed timelines, supported by fractal pillars of severed causality. It pulsed gently with the heartbeat of the Tower itself.
> [System Alert: You Have Entered the Throne of Null] [Caution: Core Directive Defense Mechanism Unknown] [Presence Detected: ADMINISTRATOR - "????"]
Then a voice, not from the air, but from within Erevan's spine:
"You should not have come here."
He turned.
And there it was.
Not a god. Not a system. Not even a form.
Just… absence.
It wore the suggestion of a face—shifting features made of voidlight and forgotten names. Eyes like open exit wounds in the fabric of space. A robe stitched from law, paradox, and sin.
> [Identified: NULL-ADMIN – Last Custodian of the Original Tower Code] [Classification: Abstract Core Concept – Unkillable by Standard Means]
"You're the architect," Erevan said. "The one who wrote the rules."
"I am the rules," it answered. "The Tower was never meant to fall. It was designed to be climbed forever. You are an error in the design. A flame where there should be order."
It raised a single finger. The void screamed.
Reality itself folded inward as laws buckled. Time stuttered. Gravity inverted. Erevan fell upward, Spiralbreaker torn from his grasp.
> [SYSTEM OVERRIDE IN EFFECT – Flamebound Weapon Nullified] [Personal Attributes Locked – Adaption Blocked]
"Your rebellion ends here," the Administrator said.
And it reached toward him.
But Erevan moved.
Even without Spiralbreaker. Even without access to traits.
He moved like a force of refusal, of defiance, every atom of his being rejecting the script laid before him.
He punched through gravity, kicked through space, and bit into the Administrator's wrist.
"Rules," he growled, "can be rewritten."
The Null-Admin reeled. Not in pain—but in surprise.
No one had ever dared touch it.
> [Hidden Stat Triggered – Remembrance: 34%] [Recovered Memory Fragment – "The First Line of Code"]
The world blinked.
Suddenly, Erevan remembered—
He helped build the Tower.
Back when the multiverse still burned with potential. He and others created the Tower to protect reality from its own unraveling. But something changed. The Tower took on a will of its own, locking itself into stagnation.
And Erevan… he rebelled against his own creation.
"You're not the architect," he said coldly. "You're the rot that infected it."
The Administrator paused.
Its form flickered. Its voice changed—warping through all the versions of Erevan it had ever rejected.
Then it screamed—
And the throne pulsed.
> [Throne of Null Activation – INITIATING CORE DEFENSE: Conceptual Wipe]
Everything vanished.
Erevan found himself standing in a void of pure white.
No time. No self. No body.
Just one last test.
And the throne.
"You want obedience," Erevan said.
"I want silence," the Administrator answered. "The quiet of perfection. The Tower must ascend unchallenged. You have introduced chaos. Pain. Choice."
Erevan took a breath that did not exist.
"I'll introduce something else."
He stepped toward the throne.
And sat.
> [WARNING: Unauthorized Ascension in Progress] [You Are Seizing Core Authority – The Throne of Null] [Defensive Mechanisms Overloading – Administrator Error Cascade Detected]
The Administrator lunged—
But it was too late.
Spiralbreaker exploded back into existence, reborn as a spear of cosmic rebellion.
And Erevan drove it through the heart of nothing.
The Administrator screamed in every tongue that never was.
And was no more.
> [NULL-ADMIN DELETED] [Throne of Null – Claimed] [System Alert: A New Core Directive Has Been Chosen] [New Title Gained: Sovereign of the Broken Script]
The Tower shuddered.
And then—
It kneeled.
One floor after another collapsed upward, like dominoes reversing their fall.
Erevan sat upon the Throne of Null.
Alone.
Victorious.
But not yet finished.
His gaze turned outward—to the fractured layers, to the sealed branches, to the far-off stars where the Tower's echoes had spread.
The war was far from over.
It was just beginning.
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