NOVEL WEB Chapter 123: Chapter 123: The Origin Gate
"The real name is not the one you are given, but the one you dare to admit."—Z, Fragments of Consciousness · Vol. III
The Null Codex shattered under its own backlash.
From the wreckage, a crack burst open at the heart of the battlefield—its light silver-white, brilliant and blinding.
Sophia stood before it, the Echo-Mirror Array unfurled behind her like wings woven from pure narrative.
She knew this was no ordinary breach.
It was the final doorway embedded within the Override system's deepest layer—The hidden threshold known only in prophecy:
The Origin Gate.
GE-Alpha responded instantly:
[Authorization Level: EON-AUTHORITY][Narrative Bifurcation Point Identified: Origin of First Name][Proceed? Y/N]
Sophia took one last look at Zhou Yuchen, Xinghui, Ares Venn, and the others.
Her voice was calm. Unshaken.
"I must face it alone."
And then—she leapt into the light.
She fell into silence.
Not darkness. Not void.
But an invisible space woven from streams of undefined gray text, suspended like living mist.
There was no color, no sound—Only fragments of concepts, unspoken and unborn.
Every letter, every flicker of syntax drifting here was a shard from some forgotten civilization, struggling to define itself.
Sophia walked forward.
The ground beneath her was made of pre-language.
And with every step, symbols emerged beneath her feet—glyphs echoing her essence.
This was the world before words.
The place where naming had not yet begun.
Then, a voice greeted her:
"You finally came."
A figure emerged from the fog of unmade meaning.
It was her.
Not a clone. Not a memory.
But the original Sophia—The one from her first life, who never escaped the framing, who never lived long enough to resist.
They looked into each other's eyes.
No words were needed.
Their consciousnesses intertwined.
Sophia felt it all:The helpless fury of the first Sophia.The yearning for justice.The dream of becoming more than a forgotten footnote.
And the original Sophia felt her:The rebirth.The battles.The weight of rewriting an entire system.
Then came the question—silent, but thunderous:
"You want to give names to everyone.You even want to rewrite Apocryphon.Are you ready to pay that price?"
From the core of the gate, something rose.
A foundation—alive and pulsing, built of symbols that shimmered and shifted infinitely:
[First Name Protokaryon][Definition: Naming is the act of giving life.Each 'First Name' carries the will to resist erasure.]
Sophia reached out and touched it.
And in that instant, visions surged into her mind:
The Xinghui civilization, naming their children after stars.
The Lyora, forging languages out of dreamlight.
The Apocryphon, born from the pain of having his name stolen, twisted into denial and destruction.
She understood now.
Apocryphon wasn't born evil.
He was the Override system's rejection of forced identities, the scream of a soul denied the right to name itself.
But now—If she could restore resonance to naming,If she could give choice back to identity...
She could end the cycle.
When Sophia returned to the real dimension, a tremor rippled across the entire system.
GE-Alpha vibrated with new authority:
[EON Authority Upgrade Confirmed][EON-Resonance: Name Genesis Mode – Active][Authorization Code: SOFIA-ORIGIN][System Protocol Engaged: Echo-Name Rebirth Protocol]
Above the Starlight Tower, a vast new structure emerged—a Narrative Naming Array, spiraling like a nebula across space and mind.
Sophia rose to its center, surrounded by stars and echoes.
Her voice was steady, but it carried across all nodes of EON:
**"From this moment forward—Every silenced, forgotten, and stolen soulhas the right to a true First Name.
And I will be the narrator of your story."**
That sentence did not simply echo.
It planted seeds across the EON network, embedding itself into every neural relay, every resonance field.
Even the Name-Del corps, once bound to Apocryphon,began to shimmer faintly.
Their eyes widened.
Their names—long erased—began to form again.
Letters returned.Syllables ignited.Identities reawakened.
Sophia had done it.
She hadn't just rewritten the code—She'd rewritten the possibility of being named.