Chapter 137
The moment the Null's voice echoed across the stage—"You are too weak"—Han froze.
In an instant, the nightmare that had haunted him for months resurfaced, more vivid than ever. He wasn't standing in the arena anymore—he was back there. In that dream. That twisted vision of the future where everyone he cared about lay dead: friends, family, allies… no survivors. Just blood, ash, and silence.
His eyes lost focus. Time itself fractured around him. For a fleeting eternity, Han stood motionless, his soul drowning in memories of despair.
If he was being honest with himself, the real reason he trained so hard… the reason he threw himself into every portal, faced death again and again, wasn't just to destroy the Cursed Organization or to protect his aunt. That was only part of it. The real reason was far darker, deeper.
That nightmare—the one the White-Eyed Entity called the future—had changed everything.
