Absolute Cheater-Chapter 297: ....Core

As the passage opened, Valeris stepped forward first.

"This is the space where we'll find what we want," she said.

Asher turned to her, then nodded and followed.

The corridor stretched long and silent, its walls humming with ancient resonance. As Asher led the way, he paused, frowning.

"I feel the ending in the air," he murmured. "It's close. As we step forward, something… finishes."

Valeris gave a small, knowing smile.

"Be ready," she said. "You're going to meet my mother."

Asher stopped in his tracks, blinking.

"Your mother is dead. And even if she's alive… isn't that just a regret dressed in the echo of the dead? Why say it like it matters?"

"That's the secret—or the surprise—I said I wanted to talk about," she said as she stepped into the midline darkness.

"My father was a great man," Valeris continued. "One of the strongest gens ever born in this realm. And it all began at a time when the world needed someone like him most. Our world was in constant war—millions of years without peace. And because of his birth, everything began to shift."

She looked ahead, eyes lost in the memory.

"They were losing… until he stepped forward. He signed accords, protected the dying cities, repelled the invaders from dimensions we'd long thought unreachable. At least—until he reigned."

Asher walked beside her, listening in silence.

"They say the old wars carved scars deep into the bones of the world. But during those years, she came to him. The one who would change everything."

Valeris's voice softened.

"She asked him what he wished for."

She smiled faintly, almost wistfully.

"But my father was smitten. Not by power. Not by destiny. By her beauty. The firmament itself spoke her name just to draw him close."

"They became husband and wife—because my father wished it so. It wasn't a political alliance. It wasn't forged by force. It was… something else. And then I was born."

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"As far back as I remember, I was just a child. But my father—his power—grew too quickly. And one day, my father ascended, leaving this world behind. He said he had to go—something greater called to him. He promised to return."

Her hands curled into fists at her sides.

"But he never did."

She looked ahead, her voice steady now.

"And after that, when once again I am here, I found that my world have been destroyed and turned into this dungeon"

Valeris turned to Asher, her gaze unwavering.

"So I'm going to meet my mother—on the World Core itself. And I'm going to ask her what really happened here."

They walked without speaking for a time, deeper into the tower's unraveling roots—past mirrored fragments of possibility, through passageways that folded time like parchment.

Then the air changed.

It thickened—not with danger, but with origin.

The corridor ended in a vast chamber of shifting light, vast enough to hold continents. At its center floated a crystalline structure—impossibly vast, impossibly still. It pulsed in slow rhythms of light and gravity, drawing breath without lungs, dreaming without sleep.

The World Core.

Not a machine. Not a place.

A being.

The first and final node of this realm. The thing from which gods once took lessons in permanence.

Valeris stepped forward, hesitant now.

The light shifted. Flowed. Converged.

A silhouette formed within the World Core's glow—elegant, impossibly tall, adorned in drifting filaments of stardust and woven flame. Her eyes were closed. Her body stood not on the ground, but suspended, as though gravity itself had consented to her presence.

And when she opened her eyes—

The chamber stilled.

"Asher…" Valeris whispered. "That's her."

Her mother.

The Consort of the Sovereign Flame.

The one who had walked with the man who saved the world.

The one who remained after he ascended and never returned.

The woman's gaze drifted down to meet her daughter's, ancient and unfathomably gentle.

"You've come," she said. Her voice echoed—not through the air, but through the foundation of memory.

Valeris stepped forward, unable to hide the weight in her chest. "You knew I would."

"I knew someone would," the woman said. "But I hoped it would be you."

She descended slowly, her feet touching the ground for the first time in eons. The Core behind her dimmed—but its pulse now mirrored hers.

Valeris looked at her, searching. "You stayed. Even when he didn't."

The woman—her mother—nodded. "Because one of us had to. Someone had to remember the cost."

She looked to Asher next. Her gaze pierced deeper, not unkindly.

"You carry his echo," she said. "But you are not him."

Asher inclined his head. "I wouldn't dare be."

A soft smile touched her lips.

"I am the last covenant of this realm," she said. "Bound to it when your father left. He was supposed to return. But time, in its cruelty, does not wait. And promises… wither."

Valeris stepped closer. "Then tell me what happened."

The woman nodded—and the World Core behind her shuddered. Threads of light extended outward, brushing against Valeris's brow.

Memories poured into her.

A city crumbling.

A gate to another realm.

Her father turning, one last time, whispering a vow to return.

And then—silence.

He had not died.

He had chosen not to return.

Not because he didn't love her. But because the war he found beyond their world never ended.

"I stayed to keep this world alive," her mother whispered. "And I stayed because I believed someone would come to ask why. You have. So now I can rest."

The Core pulsed once.

Valeris reached out—not to stop her, but to say goodbye.

Light consumed the woman's form—not violently, but with grace. Her essence folded back into the Core, where it belonged. Not vanished. Returned.

Valeris stood silently as the chamber dimmed.

"She was the last anchor," Valeris murmured. "Now the world is unbound."

As she spoke, the seven Sovereign Keys emerged from her. They floated upward, radiant, and formed a bridge of energy that connected her directly to the World Core.

The bond began.

The tower trembled.

The breath of the world shifted.

The vast weave beneath reality stirred—threads of fate pulled taut as ancient laws unraveled. The end had begun, not in destruction, but in transformation.

This wasn't the fall of a fantasy world.

It was the return of one.

And it would only end when she, the daughter of Sovereigns, rewrote its essence—reset the core threads bound to all living things.