Return of the Void Lord

The air grew heavy.

Not with magic. Not with blood.

With revelation.

On the parchment wind, words whispered:

"He dies in Chapter 97."

"She betrays them all in Volume 12."

"The sword was never real."

Spoilers. Leaked into the past. And now… weaponized.

Ruoxi shielded her ears.

"It's spreading again!" she shouted.

Yue Lian hurled a gust of wind—scattering the whisper scripts, but only for a moment.

Lin Feng stood silent.

"…They're telling my story before I can live it."

A hidden order—The Spoiler Syndicate—has discovered how to extract future plotlines from the Divine Folio.

Their goal:

Leak future events into the present.

Destroy mystery, suspense, and character agency.

Control choices by poisoning outcomes before they happen.

Their leader: Premonarch Caelen—a seer who believes truth is more powerful than free will.

In a quiet village, children cried.

They had found an End Scroll.

And read:

"Lin Feng fails. Ruoxi dies. Yue Lian forgets everything."

The villagers no longer welcomed the trio. They feared them. They pitied them.

A child whispered, "Why should we follow heroes… if they already lost?"

Ruoxi burned the scroll, shaking.

"They're not even sure it's real!"

Yue Lian's voice was low. "But it doesn't matter. They believe it."

Lin Feng clenched his fists.

"Then we take back the story."

To stop the Syndicate, they had to reach The Vault of Future Sins—a dimensional prison where every spoiler lives, sealed in Chrono-Parchments.

Only problem:

It was guarded.

By Spoiler Shades—fragments of characters corrupted by their own leaked futures.

One appeared before them.

Ruoxi—Futurebroken.

Her hair grey. Her eyes dead. Her words monotone:

"You left me behind. I waited. You never returned."

Ruoxi gasped. "That's not me."

The shade smiled. "But it will be."

Ruoxi fought herself.

Flame met frost. Past met future.

"You are fear," she shouted. "Not prophecy!"

She struck with: Heartfire Rebuttal – a blast of present love and rage.

The shade dissolved.

But dozens remained.

Yue Lian met her shade next:

Yue Lian—Forgotten Queen.

Cold and regal.

"I outlived everyone," the shade said. "The story moved on without me."

Yue Lian snarled, "That's because you stopped choosing."

She invoked: Arc Wind: Reclaim Agency!

Her winds scattered regret.

And then… he came.

Lin Feng—Post-Final.

Tall. Weary. Surrounded by silence.

He looked at Lin Feng.

"I'm you. After the last page."

"You won."

"But you lost yourself."

The original Lin Feng didn't speak for a long time.

Then:

"Then I'll write before that happens."

They clashed.

Sword against sword.

Void Law against Spoiler Strike.

Fate vs. Rebellion.

Lin Feng shouted:

Void Law – Rewind Nothing!

He refused to predict. Refused to dodge with foresight.

He chose in the moment.

And shattered the spoiler.

With their victories, the trio reached the Vault.

Inside: a scroll. On it: every possible ending.

Thousands. Millions.

Ruoxi trembled. "We could read them."

Yue Lian said, "We could win everything."

Lin Feng closed his eyes.

"Or lose the journey."

He reached into the scroll…

And erased it.

Premonarch Caelen stood behind them, clapping slowly.

"You refuse clarity," he said. "Do you think chaos is nobler?"

"No," Lin Feng said. "But it's alive."

Caelen snarled. "You've deleted hope!"

"I deleted certainty."

They fought.

Caelen used:

Reveal Arc 6 – a flash of unavoidable fate.

Comment Flood – a barrage of meta criticism.

Lin Feng countered with: Void Law – Embrace the Draft.

And then:

"We get better because we don't know."

"Because we try."

Caelen fell.

The Vault collapsed.

Spoilers faded. Villages slowly believed again.

Ruoxi looked at Lin Feng. "What if… some of them were true?"

He smiled.

"Then we'll face them when they arrive."

Yue Lian nodded. "Not before."

They walked forward.

Behind them, the pages followed.

Still blank. Still writing.

Still alive.

To be continue...