Absolute Cheater - Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Hollow Star
The Hollow Star

The Sovereign Path twisted one final time—then ruptured into starlight.

Before them sprawled the Hollow Star.

A suspended realm of darkness and brilliance, it was neither dungeon nor world, but something older. Stars hung frozen in fractured orbit around a blackened core, and beneath their feet stretched a pale field of shifting bones, half-buried temples, and veiled statues of long-dead rulers whose names were erased even from the soul-stream.

Asher stepped onto the cracked marble pathway. It was colder than expected. Not a chill of air—but of absence.

“This place…” he whispered. “It doesn’t feel dead. It feels like it’s …what is the word, Sinister I guess”

Valeris nodded grimly. “That’s because it is. Every Sovereign leaves part of themselves here—fragments of will, regret, and power. If we aren’t careful, we’ll be swallowed by what they left behind.”

In the distance, the path split into six descending steps, each carved from a different material: obsidian, bone, iron, mirror-glass, memory-sand, and voidstone.

“We must descend,” Valeris said. “Each step takes something. A memory, a truth, a breath… until only the soul remains.”

Asher’s asked looking unsure “And then?”

“Then we die.”

” Saw that one coming “Asher replied as Vaelris just smiled ” Afraid?” She asked.

” Haah, woman you are underestimating me” Asher said as he walked ahead as Valersi looked at his back and followed after him.

They began the descent.

In the Skies Above Mimir – The Pale Choir’s March

Atop a war-barge shaped like a weeping obelisk, Choirmaster Vellin stood beneath a canopy of withered wings. His hollowed eyes pulsed with borrowed foresight.

“They have entered the Hollow Star,” he intoned, as soul-paper burned beside him. “If they claim the Law of Death… then even the Phoenix Concord cannot bind her.”

Behind him, the Pale Choir sang in discordant harmony. Their voices—no louder than whispers—unraveled protective runes etched into the air miles away. Entire layers of Mimir’s defense net peeled away like withered skin.

On the lower deck, Archivist Relha—a younger war-seer, not yet fully unmade—spoke.

“We’ll breach the Hollow Star’s veil in less than two turns of the sky. But entering it is a risk. We aren’t Sovereigns.”

Vellin turned slowly. “We won’t need to enter.”

He raised a skeletal hand, and three soul-spires rose from the depths of the war-barge—each humming with tethered memory.

“We send echo-killers. Reflections of the ones they failed to save. Let her Law betray her before she masters another.”

Back in the Hollow Star – First Descent: Obsidian

Asher stepped onto the first stair of obsidian, and the world shimmered.

He blinked—and saw his mother.

Not as she died. But as she smiled. A memory, perfect and sharp.

Then it shattered.

Something was pulled from him—a warmth, a certainty. The memory remained, but the feeling behind it… was gone.

“What did it take?” Valeris asked.

“Something I didn’t even know it existed in me,” Asher whispered. “It shwed me image of my Mother whom I have never even seen or maybe it was soemthing false”

The image wasn’t taht os his mother in Magnus family, but it was something that made him feel familiar as if he know her and not at athe same time.

‘Was she my mother from my first life?’Asher thought as he contined with serene expression.

She looked down, her own hands clenched.

The Hollow Star didn’t attack with weapons.

It took what made you question your own existence.

On Approach – Vellin’s Weapon

Within the Pale Choir’s barge, three figures were released from their soul-spires.

They were not alive, but not illusions either.

One bore Asher’s face—half-burned, eyes glowing like a dying star, clad in Sovereign black.

The second was Valeria, not Valeris—a tyrant queen, crown forged into bone.

The third was unknown—a young girl, no more than ten, dressed in Mimirian silk. But her eyes… were the same as Valeris’s.

Vellin whispered to them, “Break them. Show them the cost of claiming what should remain lost.”

The three figures vanished rushing towards the Hollow Star.

Second Descent: Bone

The stairs of bone cracked beneath their steps.

This time, it was worse.

Asher dropped to one knee, clutching his chest.

He saw himself… dying.

Not in battle. But alone. Old. Forgotten. like in his first life.

Valeris screamed—not from pain, but from the sudden absence of herself. For a moment, she forgot who she was.

Then the Sovereign Keys flared within her, steadying her mind.

“We must hurry,” she gasped.

Behind them, the Hollow Star rippled. The echo-killers had entered.

“Bastards,” Valeris muttered, hatred simmering in her voice. “They dare unleash those abominations on us.”

Her eyes burned as the echoes stepped into view—twisted reflections of the ones they once were.

“Echo-killers are imprisoned and dead criminals,” she hissed, voice low and sharp, “forged from shattered wills and bound as weapons—to kill as painfully as they died. And such things are only spared for the most heinous of sins.”

Her grip tightened on Asher’s hand.

“Asher, we don’t have time. We can’t fight them here—not in this stair. They aren’t just reanimated—they’re part of the Hollow Star now. This entire realm sustains them.”

She pulled him with her, dragging him down the stair as fragments of bone cracked and whispered beneath their feet. The air behind them grew colder, heavier—filled with the death-screams of forgotten lives.

Asher staggered, still reeling from the stair’s toll. But as her hand found his, warmth spread through his mind, anchoring him.

Clarity returned. His breathing steadied. He ran with her.

Third Descent: Iron

The stair turned harsh beneath their feet—iron, rusted and pitted with blood. Each step groaned beneath their weight, echoing with the clang of chains that were no longer there.

Valeris’s breath caught.

Asher turned to her—then froze.

Chains—phantom chains—were coiling around her ankles, forming links out of guilt and duty. Not real. Not physical. But bound to her spirit.

“Valeris!” he shouted, grabbing her arm.

She didn’t answer—her eyes glazed, caught in some inner battle.

Asher looked down.

Now he wore shackles, each link a moment of failure.