Reincarnated as the Villain: The System Made Me Overpowered-Chapter 46: The Tower of Reversal

Dawn broke too early.

Valerian stood on the edge of the collapsed Hollow Sprawl, watching the sun rise like a fractured mirror—its rays warping as they passed through the thinning fog. His companions were behind him, silent, recovering.

None of them spoke of what they’d seen in the memory pool.

Not yet.

Lira sat cross-legged, her staff planted beside her, maintaining a faint ward that crackled with arcane resistance. Selene paced quietly, eyes distant. And Kael... Kael just stared at the sky, his usual cocky demeanor gone, replaced by a hard silence.

Valerian’s thoughts burned.

> "They made me to save the world. I chose to rewrite it."

Alex had said that. He had held the root command. Not just a system user... but its author. Or perhaps, its thief.

And now Valerian was walking that same path, but backward—unraveling instead of writing.

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System Notification

> [Location Unlocked: The Tower of Reversal]

> [Final Wraith confirmed to reside within.]

> [Coordinates acquired: Sector Null. Time Sync: Impossible.]

> [Warning: Entry into the Tower of Reversal will suspend all known physics.]

> [Only a Rewritten may enter.]

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"What the hell is a ’Rewritten’?" Kael asked once Valerian relayed the message.

Selene answered before he could. "Someone who’s been changed by the root code. Not just enhanced—rewritten. Like a character given new lines by the author."

Everyone looked at Valerian.

He didn’t deny it.

"I felt it in the Hollow," he said slowly. "When I merged with Umbra... something clicked. The System didn’t just respond. It recognized me."

Lira stood, brushing dust from her cloak. "Then the Tower is waiting for you. Not us."

Kael stepped forward. "Screw that. You think we’re letting you go in there alone?"

Valerian turned, locking eyes with him.

"I’m not letting you die in a place that eats time for breakfast."

Selene walked up beside them. "Then take us as far as you can. And when the Tower closes its doors... we wait. Or we break it open from the outside."

Valerian managed a thin smile.

"I wouldn’t expect anything less."

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Sector Null

They arrived two days later—though "days" meant little this deep into the edge of reality.

Sector Null was not a place.

It was a void.

A rip in the world, where stars floated beneath your feet, and the horizon bent backward. No structures. No roads. Only a floating island of stone, suspended in an endless night.

And at its center... the Tower.

Black and spiraling upward, seemingly infinite. Each floor twisted the laws of perspective. One could not tell if it was a hundred meters tall or ten thousand. It changed depending on your intent.

The Tower of Reversal.

Selene held her breath. "It wasn’t built. It was compiled."

Lira scanned it with a detection glyph. The result came back blank.

"No timeline. No leyline. It doesn’t even exist in the same reference frame."

Kael whistled. "We’ve officially left the tutorial zone."

Valerian approached the base of the Tower.

As his foot stepped onto the first rune-etched stone, a ripple passed through reality.

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System Notification

> [User: VALERIAN – Designation Confirmed: Rewritten.]

> [Commencing Final Protocol.]

> [The Tower of Reversal will now seal.]

> [All companions will be ejected.]

> [Warning: No outside assistance will be possible beyond this point.]

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Selene’s hand shot out—but it passed through him like mist.

Kael reached, shouting—but his voice distorted, stretched thin like thread.

Lira mouthed something—but was already fading.

Then the light consumed them all.

And Valerian was alone.

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Floor One – The Trial of Origins

The Tower didn’t begin with fire or monsters.

It began with a mirror.

Valerian found himself in a white room. In front of him stood a version of himself—no armor, no Umbra, no system tags.

Just Alex.

Before the split.

"Do you remember this?" the mirror-Alex asked. "The moment you chose to fight the fate written for you?"

Valerian didn’t respond.

"You left the real world behind to survive inside code."

Valerian narrowed his eyes. "I didn’t choose this. You did. I’m just living with the consequences."

"No," Alex replied. "You’re fixing them."

The room shattered.

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Floor Two – The Trial of Power

The next space was a battlefield.

Hundreds of Valerians stood across from him. Each from a different timeline. Some wore royal robes, others bled from fresh wounds. One was clearly mad—eyes gleaming with fire.

They all charged.

> [Skill Activated: Umbra Form – Limit Break]

Valerian didn’t hesitate.

He fought himself—every version—every choice he could have made. The coward. The tyrant. The lover. The killer.

Each one died.

And with every death, another piece of clarity returned.

> [You are not your branches. You are the trunk.]

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Floor Three – The Trial of Will

This time, the Tower didn’t test his strength.

It tested his resolve.

He stood in the ruins of the orphanage. Fire licked at the walls. Screams echoed through smoke. He saw himself—small, broken, hiding in a closet.

Then Alex stepped into the room.

Valerian watched as his former self walked past the crying child.

Cold. Calculated. Focused only on survival.

Valerian clenched his fists.

"I’m not him anymore."

A voice answered from the smoke.

> "But he’s still in you."

And from the ashes rose a final figure—neither Alex nor Valerian.

A hybrid.

Wearing both faces. Holding both lives.

The Final Wraith.

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Tower Apex – System Root Access Node

Valerian stood alone in the final chamber. Floating panels of code drifted around him like fireflies.

The final Wraith hovered above a platform of shifting light, eyes pure data.

"I am the sum of your contradictions," it said. "The System made me to keep you honest. To prevent you from becoming... him."

Valerian exhaled. "Then it failed."

The Wraith smiled.

"Or it succeeded. That’s what we’re here to find out."

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Final Battle Begins

Valerian charged.

The Wraith blinked—time reversed. The blow never landed.

He moved again—space fragmented—he missed.

The Wraith fought like a glitch—unreadable, unpredictable, perfect.

Valerian bled. He fell.

And yet—he stood again.

"I’m not perfect," he said. "But I’m real."

He raised his hand.

And all his pain—all his regrets—all his broken memories—merged.

> [System Override Command: Synchronize]

> [System Warning: Multiple root strings converging...]

Valerian roared.

Light exploded.

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Aftermath

Silence.

Then, a voice.

Not mechanical.

Not Alex.

Just... human.

> "User override complete. Authority: Valerian."

> [System Root Transfer Successful.]

> [System Access: FULL CONTROL GRANTED.]

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Valerian opened his eyes.

The Tower was gone.

He stood beneath a real sky. Selene, Lira, Kael—all running toward him.

He smiled faintly.

"I think I just became the System."