Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 155: Fix

Jenny’s condition was similar to a disconnected mind from their body.

But the troubling part was? He only knew how to destroy and disconnect, and even that was subconsciously. His powers, especially with the mist and the dream energy, had always leaned toward control, disconnection, and destruction. But restoration or repair?

This was new ground.

He crouched by her side, placing a palm gently on her forehead. "Let’s take a look," he muttered.

Closing his eyes, Jon focused, letting his consciousness sink into Jenny’s. He was instantly pulled into the fabric of her mind world, and the moment he materialized within it, his breath caught.

Chaos.

Unlike the serene white space he usually saw in other people’s mind worlds—a clean, quiet dimension filled with carefully stored memories and floating skills—Jenny’s was a wreck.

Black cracks spidered across every surface, and from those ruptures leaked the iridescent shimmer of Dream energy. The usually calm and stabilizing force that flowed from the true Mind world was now destabilizing everything inside hers.

Skills floated aimlessly, stripped of their proper places, some dissolving slowly into the leaking dream energy. Her thoughts, her memories, remained somewhat intact, held together by thin threads. But even those anchors looked frayed. If things continued like this, even her core identity could begin to unravel.

Jon exhaled slowly, steeling himself.

He wasn’t being affected by the energy, likely because of his own connection to the Dream Path. But seeing the Dream turn from sanctuary to scourge was unsettling. It was like watching water turn to acid in the wrong container.

He hovered toward the memories, moving to the latest orb, hoping they’d explain how things had spiraled so far out of control.

The memory bloomed.

-

Jenny stood on the battlefield, surrounded by chaos. The sky was dark, and creatures—hulking triton beasts clad in obsidian armor and brandishing blade-like limbs—closed in.

"Victor, Robin, take those who can fight and hold the second defense line!" Jenny’s voice cut through the clamor.

They obeyed without hesitation.

She turned. "Alexa and Gar’al, take one. Luna and Norman, another. Ronald and Laura, take the third. I’ll take the last."

The team froze.

Jenny hadn’t yet reached the Second Realm. The monsters before them were all Level 70 or higher. Her instruction sounded suicidal.

She sensed their doubt and cut it off with a firm, "Don’t worry about me."

It wasn’t arrogance. It was necessity. Her role as leader meant leading, even when the odds said not to.

As the others engaged, Jenny stepped into the path of her opponent.

The creature towered over her—two meters of black metal and cold hostility.

She closed her eyes, drew a trembling breath, and pressed a hand to her chest. Every shred of mana inside her pulsed to the surface.

"Please work this time..."

Her whisper was a prayer, not to a god, but to the will inside her.

"Creation World," she muttered.

-

Jon pulled back from the memory, blinking.

’Creation World...’

He had seen the aftermath before, but now understood the context.

The skill hadn’t just summoned a facsimile of him. It had ruptured her very being. The power Jenny tapped into wasn’t ready to be wielded. She hadn’t just used a skill, she had triggered a domain.

In that moment, Jon materialized back into her mind world, and found he wasn’t alone.

A voice called softly, uncertainly. "Jon?"

He turned.

Jenny stood across from him, near her memory banks, where the chaos hadn’t yet touched. Her expression was one of confusion and relief.

"So you’re here too?" she asked.

He smiled faintly. "I am."

She blinked. "How did you get here? What is this place?"

"My power deals with the mind, remember?" he answered, walking toward her. "This is your Mind World, a place where everything you’ve ever learned, felt, or become resides. Memories, skills, knowledge. It’s all here."

Jenny turned slowly, eyes scanning the disarray around them. "So... that’s why everything looks so familiar."

"Yes," Jon said. "You can re-experience any moment in here like it’s happening all over again."

She was silent for a moment before asking, "Then what happened to me? Why am I here?"

Jon’s tone shifted. "Jenny... that skill you used..."

Her face flushed slightly. "W-what about it?" She thought he was talking about summoning him.

"Creation World is a domain," he said simply.

She tilted her head. "Domain?"

"A self-contained reality where you set the rules. It’s advanced, far beyond what most in your realm can access. Using it prematurely... well, this is the result."

"So I pushed myself too far," she concluded.

Jon nodded. "The skill was never meant to work yet. And even if it had, it shouldn’t have caused this. Your force of will dragged it into existence, but it was at a cost."

She took a breath, steadying herself.

"Can it be fixed?" she asked.

Jon looked around. "I think so. But... it won’t be easy."

He moved to one of the cracks and extended his hand.

’Mind world works with will, so let’s try it’

The moment he invoked his Dream energy and willed, "Fix," the result shocked him.

Brrrrrrnnnn...

A blinding glow erupted as energy surged from his core.

"Hup," He stared in wide shock.

Half of his entire Dream reserve, gone, just to seal one six-centimeter fissure.

He staggered, eyes wide. "That’s... a lot."

He counted the cracks. There were over thirty visible.

’Shit...’ he thought grimly.

Jenny, unaware of the cost, asked, "Is something wrong?"

He glanced over, swallowing hard. "Let’s just say... We’ll be here a while."

...

Hours passed.

Crack by crack, Jon restored Jenny’s mind world. His body trembled from the effort. Each seal drained him, first slowly, then rapidly, the cost compounding with every tear healed. But thankfully, the ambient Dream energy leaking from the true Mind world allowed some recovery in between.

Jenny tried to help, growing more in tune with the Dream as they worked, but she lacked the depth of connection to manipulate it yet. All she could do was stand beside him, offer encouragement, and watch him inch closer to collapse with every fissure closed.

And still, he pressed on.

At last, as the final crack was sealed, Jenny, now sitting beside him, whispered, "Last crack... closed."

Jon collapsed backward, breathing heavily. His muscles ached, but a sense of accomplishment flooded his heart.

"Jenny... your skills... they’re waiting. Go organize them," he murmured.

The moment she was about to—

RUMBLE.

Her mind world expanded like a balloon taking in breath. It stabilized, and her aura changed, becoming lighter and stronger.

Jenny turned, her face lit with gratitude. "Thank you."

Jon smiled wearily as he began to fade from her world, his consciousness returning to the physical plane.

As Jenny remained, watching her now-stable mind world bloom with clarity, strength, and balance, she realized something powerful.

This wasn’t a curse. It had been a turning point.

And from the chaos, she had emerged renewed.

She would wake up soon, and when she did, she would not be the same.