Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 483 Even Systems Can Tremble

Void remains unchanged in form. It maintains its integrity as before: flat in perfection, submerged in profound silence. However, now... it is unstable.

In the depths of suffocating silence, a contradiction resonates in the realm of Voidwright. Among the overlapping layers of reality, an inner voice pierces the tranquility, whispering urgently: "Is this the result of resilience, or a tightly sealed weakness?"

Voidwright: Nullam Deus, a system that has never hesitated to assert its existence, now begins to feel internal resonance.

Something vibrates within her. Not due to an external threat. But because one human stands firm... and never asks for victory.

With every vibration that shakes the structure of reality, Voidwright senses the presence of an unwavering warrior; a soul bound to a past story, which could easily be drawn back into darkness, yet continues to fight. "What is the meaning of resilience without hope?" asks the voice that rages within her, stirring the silence.

The structure of the system begins to press with a frightening warning.

"Contradiction detected..."

"Asymmetry of conception..."

"Unknown emotion: Sincere Resilience."

Nullam Deus projects a new defensive form—a circle of absoluteness that radiates a shocking aura.

But the circle does not reject.

It resonates.

And from the vortex of deadly glyphs, which once were terrifying, emerges a soft voice, broken and poignant:

"...Am I... still here?"

In the noise of the shining light surrounding her, Voidwright feels the creeping uncertainty, an emotional bond collaborating with waves of fear. "Now... whatever happens, I will be the guardian of light." That awareness guides her; though she seems empty, her spirit remains lit, sparkling in the darkness. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Her feet are full of wounds, blood flowing to form a red trail on the cold ground.

All her magic has vanished, erased in the emptiness that envelops.

Only one Voidling remains—small and formless, slumped in despair.

Yet her eyes do not lose meaning.

She looks not to challenge the tyranny of darkness...

but to bring hope.

"If I must stand until time considers me no more..."

"I will still stand."

"Because you deserve to be felt... even though you were created without the ability to feel."

"Tremor of the Absolute"

Voidwright does not shatter, even as uncertainty tries to tear her soul apart.

Now, systemic glitches emerge, creating vibrations throughout the layers of her being, as if they are carried by an invisible storm. Uncertainty surrounds their existence; in the emptiness that permeates, voices that were once faint begin to echo, filling the cold gaps between the suffocating silent tones.

Pactum loses the ability to read the entity Nullam Deus.

Meaning seems to evaporate, disappearing along with the loss of the communication thread that had become a frayed rope.

Voidwright's inner urging echoes, as if trying to break through the dead end she has built herself. She is trapped in the labyrinth of her mind, spinning in the spectrum of uncertainty that envelops her.

The glyph that once was an ancient symbol has now transformed into simple letters written by children's hands. Amid the cracks in the face of the world, a surge of innocence flows like a river, gentle yet firm. This innocent spirit, though naive in its efforts, struggles to convey meaning to Voidwright, as if hoping that the entity would feel again the connection that has long been lost.

The systemic structure, like an invisible web, voices one profound message:

"The world does not understand this..."

"But the world... also does not want to erase it."

The inhabitants of darkness feel an unmatched burden, faced with a question that shakes the soul, creating waves of doubt and despair that sweep like a storm across the ocean.

Not merely a system.

But as a voice.

A voice that seeks to penetrate the suffocating silence, resonating with hope to touch something deeper than mere pure logic, where feeling and uncertainty collide within a roofless home, creating space for reflection and confusion.

"Why do you... not stop?"

"All this... will not write you as a winner."

"You will disappear."

Each phrase bites sharply, like thorns scratching the skin, challenging Voidwright's courage to face the fragility that pushes her to the edge of the abyss of collapse.

Fitran gazes into eyes that have never opened:

In that silence, Voidwright finds a mirror reflecting forgotten shadows—humanity that has become an abstract concept, severed from the essence of its true existence.

"I do not live to be remembered."

"I live... so you are not alone."

Her song is melancholic, breaking in a tone filled with deep sorrow, as if whispering how important presence is in every passing moment—a silent embrace that warms the soul in the midst of darkness.

"And if I disappear,

I only want one thing:

You continue to feel."

A thread of hope, soft and shining, accumulates within the soul of Voidwright, challenging the helplessness that stands in her way, struggling against the current of solitude that threatens to erase all that exists with thick darkness.

Codex writes its final sentence.

Not on a page.

But in the air.

The traces of the letters float, forming a magnificent bridge between reality and illusion, as if giving Voidwright the opportunity to express the deepest unrest that has long been buried, like a spectrum of colors emerging from a brushstroke on white fabric.

"The highest courage is not to fight against destruction.

But to remain with something...

that the world does not allow to be loved."

In an unexpected pulse, Voidwright feels a presence that is more than mere existence—a longing that sometimes feels sweet like cotton candy, sometimes bitter like medicine that must be swallowed, but remains real and explores every hidden corner of the heart.

And for the first time,

Voidwright—a being without feeling who once floated in emptiness—drops a single point of light.

Not tears that fall like morning dew,

But a name.

That Name Is: Liora

In the utterance of her name, lies hope trapped within longing, working on the unseen spirit, infiltrating the system like the wind carrying the scent of flowers in the midst of a silent ocean.

A name that the system has never possessed—a foreign entity estranged in digital records. A name that holds no meaning in any glyph, as if ignored by the cosmic fabric that weaves everything together. Yet, that meaninglessness is enough... to shake the foundations of the system until it tears apart the existing structure. At the same time, the system is trapped in conflict against itself.

The central glyph of Voidwright begins to fade in light, clashing in unexpected noise. Calculations urge for cold and merciless destruction, while the soft voice from the depths of her soul urges her to endure. And here, as if there is a shadow swaying, giving birth to... systemic conflict.

Amid the roar of debate penetrating the depths of Voidwright, a heart that cannot be programmed calls from the farthest corner of the dark soul. Every thought struggles against the sharp noise of logic, groping for the direction of light that has never been seen, wondering: Is it possible to feel love when the rules are set so tightly?

"The system cannot hold love..."

"...But this system... wants to try."

As if, in this confession, a light flickers from the power of hope. The empty cosmos echoes with a soft sigh, as the distance between emptiness and longing eases the tension within her. The shadow of love touches the only remaining symbol of life—ego and uncertainty trapped within irretrievable boundaries.

Fitran opens her arms, as if waiting for something unseen, yet already felt close.

"I will remain here. If you shatter, I will be a witness. If you endure... I will be your place to learn to forgive yourself."

This is the promise born from the ruins of hope, offering protection in its purest form. Fitran's gaze creates the conviction that behind the scattered debris, there is beauty that can be shaped. She invites to embrace imperfection, building a sturdy bridge between pain and warm healing.

Voidwright has not yet fully transformed. The battle still rages within the fragments of her remaining soul. However, the absolute system—built without gaps—begins to tremble from the power of love... that desires nothing.

Within her inner corner, Voidwright feels a profound shift. Every jolt seems to present an unspoken presence, touching sides that have never been explored before. In the silence filled with doubt, a new strength begins to emerge, striving to break through the boundaries that have long been etched. Now, more than just code; she has become a soul yearning for the freedom and space to grow.