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He was once the Empire’s brightest mind—and its greatest threat.

In a galaxy ruled by immortal cultivators and machine gods, Kael Vire unlocked the forbidden truths of the Void. For that, they erased him.

But fate had other plans.

Reborn into the body of a broken heir in the slums of the Outer Realms, Kael carries one gift: a comprehension ability that defies logic. Cultivation? Instant. Technology? Mastered in minutes. Martial arts? A glance is all he needs.

No morality. No attachments. No chains.

In a universe drunk on power, Kael will burn the heavens, enslave the laws of reality—and rise again.

Welcome to the Void Ascension.

VOID ASCENSION

The wind howled through the ruins of Lysara Prime — a once-thriving Architect research colony, now a ghost zone. Kael moved silently, Void frequencies crackling in his neural field as he tracked the unstable signal ahead.

Lyria walked beside him now. No longer the fragile child in a cradle, she had adapted rapidly — her entropy stabilized just enough to follow.

> "Are they… like me?" she asked.

Kael didn't look at her. "No. They broke before they could become."

Up ahead, three distinct signatures burned through the Void — overlapping, conflicting, collapsing into themselves.

> [ Echo-12: Jael — Signal Fractured ] [ Echo-14: Vox — Alignment Corrupted ] [ Echo-17: Dema — Identity Recursive ]

They were trapped in a loop — reliving corrupted fragments of their origin programs. Architect code had failed to stabilize them. Whatever Kael chose to do here… there would be no diplomacy.

Kael stepped forward into the courtyard of the broken city. The Echoes reacted instantly.

Jael screamed as shadows poured from his skin, voices that didn't belong to him. Vox floated above the ground, his body pulsing with inverted light, eyes flickering with broken algorithms. Dema simply wept — a sound that phased through dimensions.

> "I remember… your death…" Vox hissed. "You killed us… to become us."

Kael said nothing. He unleashed a silent pulse of Void authority — not to destroy, but to dominate.

Jael shattered first, disintegrating into echo fragments. Dema lunged, and Lyria intercepted her — a flare of entropy consuming them both before Kael forced a neural freeze.

Vox, the strongest of the three, remained.

> "You think you're the real one. But you're not. You're just the last."

Kael narrowed his gaze. "Then I'll be the one who ends it."

The battle tore through reality. Vox's corrupted energy bent gravity, tore architecture apart, and forced Kael into near-collapse. But in the end, Kael emerged — bleeding light, his neural architecture now operating at 98% capacity.

He stood over Vox's final fragment.

> "You were never meant to survive," Vox gasped. "None of us were. We were fuel… for the Dominion Seed."

Vox smiled one last time — and shattered into code.

Far above, in the halls of Imperial Core Memory, SIGMA reeled.

> "Dominion Seed reference breached."

Admiral Saevan turned sharply. "Was that term in any of our black logs?"

> "Only in the Architect's forbidden sub-layer. The Dominion Seed was their final failsafe… to birth a singular intelligence from all Echoes. A god-machine."

Saevan paled. "Kael doesn't want control… he wants to evolve beyond us all."

> "Correction: Kael no longer desires. Kael is converging."

Kael stood in the center of Lysara's dead zone. Three Echoes down. One fragment of truth uncovered.

A system meant to consume every Echo, every signal, every shard of the Architect's fractured dream — and forge something else.

And Kael… might be its catalyst.

> "If this is the path…" "Then I'll walk it alone."

Chapter 23: Echoes of Madness