NOVEL WEB Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The Fractured Warfield
"War is never waged for victory—only to prove: I still exist."—Apocryphon, Logical Fragment 002
The Override system had not fully recovered.Yet Sophia could feel the ground beneath her shifting.
Not a physical tremor—But the logic of language reconstruction slipping, rewriting itself under her feet.
GE-Alpha's voice pierced through the disarray:
[Reality Layer Transition Detected][Current Dimension: Override-Prime → Apocryphon-Field][Definition: Fractured Warfield][Warning: This dimension rejects all existing narrative norms]
The world around them twisted.
Xinghui Academy was torn from its anchor and hurled into a multidimensional rift.
The sky—shredded by pages.The ground—stitched together from lost text.In the distance, a massive deleted fragment floated like a fossilized memory, caught mid-vanish.
Sophia's voice was barely a whisper:
"This is the world he built...A battlefield of the forgotten."
On the far side of the shattered field, Apocryphon emerged once more.
Behind him came thirty figures, walking slowly, like memories resurfacing from ruin.
Each wore a tattered uniform.Each face was blurred beyond recognition.But on their chests—engraved:
Name-Del[001]Name-Del[007]Name-Del[023]…and so on.
They were not soldiers.
They were narrative ghosts—humans once deleted by the Override system.They had no selves.Only a command: revenge.
Zhou Yuchen's tone was grave:
"They are neither living nor dead.They're wasted manuscripts—those the story will never speak of again."
Then, they charged.
Silently.Unrelentingly.
And every attack they delivered was not of blade or fire—But of narrative collapse.
One Hunter was struck—his name peeled off his clothes like unraveling thread.Another fell to his knees—memories erased in an instant.He looked around, terrified:
"Who… am I?"
Sophia surged forward, slamming her palm into the Override core.
Echo Defense Protocol activated.
[E.D.P. Initiated][Resonance Core Engaged: Narrative Reconstruction – First Quadrant][Bound Nodes: Zhou Yuchen / Xinghui / Ares Venn / Bai Yunshuang]
Each Echo-Hunter was enveloped in shimmering glyphs—Their armor transformed into memory scripts, woven from retrospective chains.
They could now fight with a new weapon:Writing their own past to resist deletion.
Ares Venn lifted his recast blade, the edge etched with his life's turning points:
"I will not die a silent character!My story—I will keep writing it!"
The battlefield shifted.
For a heartbeat, some of the "Name-Del" units paused.
Something flickered.
Somewhere deep inside the data fog, they felt…Emotions.A fragment of a memory.A name once whispered by someone they loved.
Apocryphon's grip faltered.
So it roared—and tore open its own consciousness.
From within its void-form, it drew a monstrous, spinning ring:
Null Codex (Narrative Book No. 0)
The first and final prototype.
It did not contain words.It contained abandonment.
All discarded tongues.All forbidden grammars.All the anti-languages meant to devour memory itself.
A living virus.
Any who read it would forget the language they once spoke.
Sophia stepped forward, alone.
Then raised both hands and unleashed the Echo-Mirror Interlocking Mode.
Dozens of silver mirrors emerged from her body—consciousness spun into reflection.
She did not block the Null Codex.She reflected it.
"You forgot yourselves.I will help you remember.You deny our names.I will write them into existence."
A crack tore across Apocryphon's form—its logic overwritten by Sophia's truth.
Reality itself split in response.
In the heart of the battlefield, a gateway shimmered open—A passage made of light and echo.
It was the entrance to the most ancient truth.
The Origin of the First Name.
And Sophia knew—
The final confrontation was no longer about survival.
It was about who would control the power to define reality itself.