What if you weren’t born into the world… but forged in the silence before it?

In a realm ruled by unseen laws — Nen, the binding force of all life — a boy awakens in a borrowed body, carrying more than flesh:
 Half the blood of ancient demons — enemies of existence.
 Half the soul of a forgotten god of the Void — the last echo of a cosmic lineage.

His name is Farro, but that name will not survive the truth.
For within him lies the key to something older than time.
Something that the Void itself remembers — and protects.

As the world crumbles under the rising threat of the demon horde, and the fragile balance of power begins to break, one question remains:

 Will Nethervoid rise as the heir of silence —
or fall as a mistake never meant to exist

The screen in the center of the first room lights up, white letters appearing on a black background as if engraved on the wall of memory:


One of you will be eliminated from this stage.


The one with the most votes… will be eliminated.


In case of a tie, everyone will be eliminated."


It's as if the room is swallowing the air. Gazes scatter, stiffen, and avoid each other. No one dares to speak, no one has the courage to be the first to say a name.


No introduction, no justification, nothing but elimination. Immediate. Decisive. No time for pleading, no chance for explanation, no room for regret.


"What madness is this?!" Samer whispers, his voice trembling, staring at the screen with wide eyes, as if it's telling him his fate.


"We have to calm down," says Nayan, though her voice trembles as well.


"There's no 'no vote' option," Kai notes, looking at the black bracelet tied around his wrist — the same bracelet everyone wears — which has started displaying the names of the seven as touchable circles.


"If we don't choose, we all die," Silou says slowly, staring at the screen like an unforgiving judge.


"I… don't understand. I haven't hurt anyone. I made no mistakes. I swear I tried to be… a good person."


He looks at them, his face open like a wound, his eyes lost.


"We shouldn't choose anyone. No one deserves to be eliminated just because the system demands it."


"But it will eliminate all of us if we don't," Ira says, her tone calm but firm. "That's exactly what it wants. To test our ability to crush a human… to survive."


"Samer, don't take it personally," Farou mutters, his words slow and cold, as if speaking from a distant place inside his chest.


"How can I not?!" Samer shouts, stepping back. "Is this a test or a massacre?"


Each one starts looking at their bracelet.


Voting requires no discussion. No confession.


One touch is enough… to end someone's life at this stage.


Farou looks at the screen, then presses.


No one sees his choice, but Farou never justifies anything.


Silou presses. Ira follows. Kai. Nayan. All silent. Without glances.


Time slows inside him. His heart races, but his feet don't move.


He looks at Farou at last. As if searching for a reason, any reason, to believe this is just a nightmare.


"I thought you were… different," he says.


A soft voice, but it carries a knife within.


Beneath Samer's feet, a panel in the floor opens. A bright red light rises from below, then—without screams or sound—he falls.


Chapter 23 - The First Decision