VoidCipher

When the Threads of Fate collapse, who dares challenge a future carved in ruin? Beneath the echoes of lost civilizations, who—or what—whispers promises of hope and doom into mortal ears?



After witnessing the end of the world, Theo Marlowe is granted an impossible chance: a regression, not to his own past, but to an alternate earlier Earth, still teetering between salvation and destruction.

Here, steam cities glow beneath stormy skies, ancient orders plot in the shadows, and forgotten relics hum with the power to twist fate itself.

Bound to the mysterious Origin Core, Theo awakens in a world where a single misstep could unravel destiny once more. To mend the future, he must weave new threads—saving lives, forging alliances, and facing forces far older than humanity.

Yet every thread he saves comes at a cost, and in the fog beyond history, something monstrous stirs.

Follow Theo as he carves a new path through a fractured timeline. In a world where fate is written by unseen hands, can a lone Resetter truly rewrite destiny—or will he become its final sacrifice?

This is the chronicle of The Resetter.

Resetter: The Last Origin

The first thing Theo felt wasn't fear — it was weight.

Heavy. Oppressive. Like the air had turned to iron.

The vault had gone pitch black the instant the Echo Anchor finished transferring. The memory lights—the gentle swirls of knowledge—had faded into his Origin Core. But something else had woken up with them.

Nova was already moving. Her hand gripped his wrist in the dark. "We need to move. Now."

He followed without question, relying on the firm pressure of her hand to guide him through the darkness. His own vision flickered — the Origin Core trying to adjust, trying to make sense of a world suddenly unlit.

Not footsteps. More like dragging.

Nova didn't answer. Her breath was tight. Controlled. Focused.

They passed between shelf after shelf, the air thickening with every step. Then something clattered behind them — metal, brittle and wet, hitting the ground. Theo risked a glance over his shoulder.

The vault... wasn't empty anymore.

Silhouettes moved among the archives — warped and stuttering, like bad footage. Their forms flickered in and out of focus, arms too long, heads twitching with broken rhythm. No eyes, no mouths. Just hollows where faces should be.

Nova gritted her teeth. "Vault ghosts. Echo residue twisted into something worse."

Theo activated his sidearm. A quiet hum responded — the weapon synced with his Origin Core, glowing faintly blue. "Can they be killed?"

"They're not alive." Nova unsheathed her blade. "But we can unmake them."

The first ghost launched at them — a blur of stretched limbs and soundless screams. Theo fired once. The blast caught it mid-air, bursting it into ribbons of static and black ash.

Nova didn't stop. Her blade carved the second one in half as it lunged from the side. The air shuddered around her, threads briefly visible — silvery-blue strands dancing around her movements like she was cutting through fate itself.

Theo was starting to realize: she wasn't just a guide.

Together, they fought their way through the vault's final corridor. The shelves cracked and collapsed around them, glass shattering as the ghosts tried to claw free. They were being torn from some forgotten memory — dragged into the present by Theo's activation.

"This is what happens when you touch echoes without permission," Nova hissed, breath ragged. "Memories... fight back."

"They're not supposed to," Theo growled. "Unless someone twisted them."

Nova looked over. "You think this was planted?"

"I think someone wanted us to find the Anchor... and pay for it."

At the end of the corridor, a narrow stairwell glowed faintly — the emergency exit, still alive after all this time.

They burst through the threshold. As soon as Theo crossed the final step, the darkness behind them recoiled like it had hit a wall. The ghosts vanished with a shuddering wail, sucked back into the vault's sealed memory.

Theo slumped against the stairwell wall, panting. "That was… closer than I'd like."

Nova knelt beside him, wiping her blade clean on her sleeve. "We're not dealing with just fractured fate anymore. Someone's trying to bury the truth."

He looked at her, the flicker of firelight from above dancing in her eyes. "And I think we just uncovered our first real enemy."

Nova didn't smile. She never did when things got serious.

But she said, "Good. I was getting tired of running from shadows."

Together, they climbed the stairs back toward the surface — and into a world just a little more unstable than before.

Chapter 13 — The Vault Screams