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Chapter 411 - 411 The Vessel of Failed Will — The Birth of One Never Chosen

Time does not tick within the Aspiratum.

Seconds do not roll. Names do not echo. Even breath does not become a reason to live. When Rui touches the core of the Aspiratum, she does not feel the surge of power as she did when merging with Qayin, or when she fought Chronos.

What she feels is only... recognition.

The world no longer rejects her.

But also... does not accept her.

Rui's body does not explode nor does it change shape dramatically; slowly, the layers of reality around her begin to absorb into her pores.

As if she is a sponge soaked in an ocean of helplessness, absorbing every lost hope and every tainted dream, so that in every sigh of hers there is a silence that defies the voice of the universe, as if she is the silence itself, standing on the brink between existence and non-existence.

She absorbs:

The world where Joanna was never born.

The world where Chronos became a king without limits.

The world where will was never created.

In an instant, her skin radiates a faint glow, a cold light with no origin, weaving dark nuances that stir the senses—until every pore of her body vibrates, as if inviting the remnants of erased lives; she feels the interaction between being and non-being, as if every heartbeat of hers becomes the rhythm of uncertainty.

All that was rejected. All that was canceled. All that never came to be.

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She does not become a God. Nor a monster.

Rui becomes the Vessel of the Unchosen Will.

In her mind, Rui stands.

All that was rejected. All that was canceled. All that never came to be.

Now lives within her.

She does not become a God. Nor a monster.

Rui becomes the Vessel of the Unchosen Will.

In her mind, Rui stands before an infinite mirror. On every side, she sees herself:

Rui who surrendered.

Rui who became Chronos.

Rui who killed Qayin.

Rui who embraced the void.

Yet among them all, she sees one figure that stands still: Rui who remains Rui.

"You are part of me, but I am not you."

"I will carry you... not as a curse. But as a new opportunity."

The world within her... begins to accept one name.

As her name echoes within her, a powerful flow of energy surges beneath her surface, reshaping her; in silence, Rui feels a deep vibration from the core of her existence: a blazing flame, forming wings of wind that will carry her toward an uncharted, unexpected, and wondrous destiny.

Omega, who is regenerating herself outside, suddenly trembles. At the peak of the Time Crystal that has turned into a glowing tree, the roots of magic begin to pulse erratically.

Zeus stands at the peak of the ruins, gazing at the sky that has turned black again at the northern edge.

"What... is this new will?"

Omega answers with a heavy voice.

"It is not a will..."

"It is... all the will that has ever been rejected... trying to live in one name."

"And that name is Rui."

With every second, the change that washes over her feels stronger. She can sense the taste of humanity and wonder mingling in her veins, pushing her toward something never imagined before. Not merely human, not merely a monster, but something more—a being carved from the void, calling the universe to recognize her.

When Rui opens her eyes, she stands in the midst of the now pulsing space of the Aspiratum.

Her eyes are no longer shaped like ordinary pupils. In her irises, an endless spiral spins—not in one direction, but in two directions at once: forward and backward. One eye black like a hole of fate, the other golden, full of sparks of hope. A consciousness that transcends physical and existential boundaries floods her soul, tracing the invisible threads that connect her to the lost dimensions.

Her hands glow with ancient patterns that are neither magical glyphs nor cultivation lines—but rather writings rejected by reality. Every light that ignites draws memories and hopes, as if the universe acknowledges her neglected existence, trying to whisper and call her home.

She can feel the voice of the world. But not just one world. Like a river's flow that splits, those voices dance in strange harmony, creating a deep sense of loneliness and longing within her, a call to revive the stories left behind.

She can feel all the worlds that have ever failed to exist. From the endless whispers beyond the bounds of time, sorrow and waiting embrace her—each lost world carries a story waiting to be told, as if Rui is the witness of the crucible of abandoned existence.

With one step, Rui exits the Aspiratum—but not through a door. Her feet touch the ground like the wind touches the surface of the sea; gentle yet transforming everything. Each step grants her new strength, flowing like the river of life that breaks through boundaries.

She emerges at the center of the Omega world, among Omega, Zeus, and the Pillar of Time that begins to sway under the excess of will. From her split soul, unimaginable power radiates, shaking the world around her, creating waves that make all beings aware of how deep her imprint is in this reality.

Everyone immediately feels the air change.

Not the pressure of magic. Not gravity.

But a fear that does not yet know its name.

Omega gazes at Rui.

"You... have borne something that even time cannot contain."

Zeus grips his lightning.

"Who are you now?"

Rui answers in a calm voice... but it feels like the resonance of all that has never been:

"I am the unchosen will."

"Yet I... choose to live."

Around her, light begins to bend her form, while every gland within her praises the unexpressed power; she feels as if fragments of space and time flow through her, transforming her figure into a shimmering silhouette.

She feels as if fragments of space and time flow through her, transforming her figure into a shimmering silhouette.

In that instant, the world becomes unstable. Dimensions begin to tremble. Not because Rui is destroying it. But because the presence of a new will has never been written in any law.

The sky of Omega opens.

In its gaps, other worlds look back.

Not to attack.

But to assess whether Rui is a disaster... or a beginning.

Rui gazes at her hands.

With a snap, she cancels gravity within a radius.

With a breath, she revives the memories of the stones beneath her.

A collection of longing and hope envelops her. Like transparent jelly, her body is flexible and shimmering, depicting a lagoon of unfulfilled potential.

With one word, she can erase the reason from the magic that attacks her, a power she should not feel, but she does not do it.

But she does not do it.

She remains silent. Looking toward the tree of time.

With the thick silence, she feels the weave of fate flowing around her, refusing to break.

"This is not about power..."

"But about whether I can endure without losing who I am, even as the pressures of the world and will surround every corner of my life."

In the distance, from the edge of the Cosmic Spiral, shadows emerge... the First Guardians, who do not want the new will to live. Their shadows, like figures painted by the night, float gracefully, resembling curling smoke, creating an impression of terrifying elegance.

Rui knows: if she holds onto all that was rejected for too long, she herself will shatter from within. As if a heavy burden continuously tears at her soul, the universe feels like it vibrates around her. She feels the darkness pressing, slowly transforming her, creating fine lines on her skin like a painting left on a cracked canvas.

Yet she gazes at the Omega world, Joanna's tree, and the shadow of light from all that has fallen, in silence; she feels every strand of wind as if offering hope, even as a sense of fear envelops her heart, and amidst her pounding heartbeat, there is a whispering voice soft yet strong, reminding her of the journey she must undertake, a journey toward true self-discovery.

"If I must bear all the wounded wills... then let me be the last wound that can heal." With every word spoken, her physical transformation becomes more real, like the metamorphosis of a butterfly rising from its cocoon. She feels new energy flowing within her, harmonious with the courage that grows alongside her determination.