Lin Longwei had finally reached his destination, a crystalline spring peacefully resting in the heart of the Lin estate. With careful gestures, he dipped his hands into the cool water, washing his face while letting the refreshing sensation of the spring calm his senses. After a while, he noticed the arrival of Hui Min, approaching at a slower pace.

A deep sigh escaped Lin Longwei's lips as he watched Hui Min approach the spring. She drank the water gratefully, using her hands to freshen up. The sun, now high in the sky, cast its golden rays upon the scene, highlighting their features.

Lin Longwei, ready to start the journey back to the main Lin mansion, noticed something peculiar. A presence, something beyond the visible, was watching him. A strange sensation slithered down his spine, and he squinted, focusing on the perception around him.

"Weird," he murmured internally, perplexity marking his expression. His previous ability to create a mist to conceal his presence was out of reach now. An ironic smile played on his lips, accepting the lack of resources to camouflage himself.

"It was worth a try," he reflected, watching Hui Min finish her rituals by the spring. With a gentle smile, Lin Longwei began to walk alongside her, deciding to share the strangeness that enveloped him.

"Miss Hui, what motivated you to want to train with me?" he asked, his eyes locking onto hers, seeking to understand the reasons behind her decision.

Hui Min responded with a shy smile, revealing a bit of her motivation. "I've been observing how you've been training, and I feel that it would be good for me too."

As they walked together, the feeling of being followed persisted. Lin Longwei, instinctively, clenched his fists, lamenting the absence of his sword. However, he did not show his discomfort, staying by Hui Min's side.

"Miss Hui, please maintain the same expression and don't look at any specific place, but I feel we are being followed," he said, with a subtle smile, lowering his voice. Surprise reflected in Hui Min's eyes, and, obeying the request, she suppressed the urge to examine their surroundings.

"What do you mean? Who is following us?" she asked, tension evident in her voice. Lin Longwei realized that the person tracking them noticed Hui Min's change and emitted a disapproving click.

"Let it be," replied Lin, his eyes fixed on the figure emerging from the shadows. They were not mere onlookers but soldiers from the Lin House, wearing imposing armor and stern expressions.

Lin Longwei, aware that there was no other option but to face the imminent threat, sighed deeply as the soldiers approached, armed and determined. Time seemed to freeze in front of him, and his mind began to spin frantically in search of a precise and efficient strategy.

"Five people, all with weapons and armor. I need to end this quickly, without expending too much energy. How do I do that?" Lin pondered as he mentally assessed the situation. Every detail of the impending confrontation was taken into consideration, and he began to make precise calculations to optimize his approach.

First, he analyzed the arrangement of the soldiers around him. He observed the weapons each one wielded, the posture they adopted, and the gaps in their defenses. It was a deadly dance, where the effectiveness of each move would be crucial for survival.

"Time is essential. I need to neutralize each opponent in a matter of seconds before they can react or call for reinforcements." Lin mentally drew a line from the beginning to the end of the imminent confrontation, calculating the time it would take to disarm each soldier.

Next, he assessed his own energy and physical strength. Every move would be an expenditure of resources, and Lin knew he needed to conserve his reserves for the unfolding battle. His muscles were like a valuable resource that he could not afford to waste.

"I can't afford to prolong the fight. I need to be precise and efficient, saving energy whenever possible." Lin considered every punch, dodge, and counterattack, calculating the energy cost of each movement to maintain stamina throughout the confrontation.

Furthermore, he thought strategically about how he would deal with each opponent. He identified weaknesses in their defenses, analyzed the best approach to disarm them quickly, and anticipated possible counterattacks. Every detail was meticulously planned in his mind, turning the imminent battle into a calculated choreography.

"Positioning is crucial. I need to anticipate their movements and reactions, always placing myself in an advantageous position." Lin mentally visualized the battlefield, considering where each soldier was positioned and how he could use the environment to his advantage. Every step, every dodge, was an integral part of his strategy.

Lin Longwei, at only ten years old, faced the imminent collision with the five trained soldiers from the Lin House. His eyes gleamed with determination as the deadly dance began, each move calculated and executed with surprising precision.

The first soldier advanced with a spear in hand, seeking to exploit Lin's apparent vulnerability due to his age. However, the young boy anticipated the move, gracefully sidestepping. He felt the wind cut through the air as the spear's tip passed by his side. A fraction of a second later, Lin counterattacked, targeting the soldier's weak points.

His intensive training allowed Lin to understand combat patterns, and he used his agility to dodge subsequent blows. Each evasion was calculated, saving energy while maintaining his endurance. However, his movements were constantly monitored by the attentive gazes of the other soldiers, who awaited the right opportunity to advance.

The second soldier, armed with a longer spear, tried to surprise Lin with an aerial attack. Lin, however, anticipated the move, leaning backward at the last second. He felt the cold wind of the blade pass through his hair. The response was swift: Lin seized the opening and, with a precise movement, disarmed the soldier, hurling the spear away.

The fight continued with a chaotic dance of calculated movements. Lin dodged, blocked, and counterattacked, always analyzing the soldiers' next actions. His agility and reflexes surprised his opponents, but the numerical disadvantage made the battle increasingly challenging.

The third soldier, noticing the boy's peculiar skill, opted for a different strategy. He advanced with quick and precise strikes, forcing Lin into constant defense. The young boy dodged and blocked, but felt the increasing pressure. His small body was being tested to the limit, but he continued to calculate each move, seeking an opening.

Meanwhile, the fourth soldier patiently waited his turn. He observed the battle dynamics, identifying patterns in Lin's movements. When he saw an opportunity, he advanced with a precise strike. Lin, however, anticipated the move, performing a quick rotation to avoid the attack. The boy's ability to anticipate opponents' movements proved to be a crucial advantage.

The fifth soldier, the most skilled of the group, studied Lin with intense scrutiny. He perceived the boy's inexperience and planned a calculated attack. When Lin dodged a blow, the soldier quickly adjusted his strategy, exploiting the momentary gap. The impact of the blow hit Lin head-on, sending him to the ground. The boy felt a sharp pain as his small body absorbed the impact.

The fight continued, and Lin, despite the injuries, did not give up. He rose with resilience, facing adversity with impressive courage. However, exhaustion began to weigh on him. Every movement was slower, every defense harder to maintain. The gleam in his eyes, however, remained unchanged.

The most experienced soldier, realizing the chance to end the fight, advanced with a skillful feint. Lin, weakened, tried to dodge, but the soldier, quick as a snake, impaled the boy in the chest. The blade pierced the young flesh, pinning Lin Longwei to the ground.

Pain radiated through the boy's entire body as he felt the iron penetrating deeply. His face expressed agony, but his determination remained firm. The scene, now tainted with a somber air, witnessed the courage of a young boy confronting challenges beyond his age.

Hui Min's scream echoed in the air, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a desperate lament. She witnessed, horrified, Lin Longwei being impaled before her eyes, blood beginning to trickle from the boy's lips. A sense of helplessness enveloped her as the grim spectacle unfolded before her.

"Lin!" she cried, anguish in her voice resonating through the silent battlefield. Hui Min's desperate gaze focused on Lin Longwei, whose body, now motionless, still exhibited the courage and determination that marked his short but intense resistance.

Meanwhile, the soldiers, initially surprised by the boy's remarkable skill, began to recover from the shocking turn of events. One of them expressed his displeasure, mixing perplexity and irritation at Lin Longwei's unexpected resistance.

"That damn annoying brat, where did he learn to fight like that?" questioned the soldier, retrieving his spear from the ground and watching the boy's life disappear before his eyes.

"Whatever, grab the girl and let's go. We killed one of them; we can't stay here for too long," replied another soldier, pragmatic and cold in the face of the bloody scene. Urgency surrounded them as they organized to proceed with their plan.

Hui Min, now being taken away by the soldiers, fought against tears and shock. Lin Longwei, fallen and bloodied, felt his body weaken, blood flowing like a red cascade announcing his tragedy. The soldiers, indifferent to the suffering, prepared to depart, while the one responsible for the brutal action withdrew the spear from the boy's body, leaving him on the cold ground.

"Hurry up, you useless lot. They could arrive here at any moment," ordered the man, swinging the bloodied spear on the ground and cleaning it with disdain. The cruelty of the scene contrasted with the haste to leave the area, a cruel indifference to the life that had faded away.

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The landscape, now stained with blood and marked by sadness, fell silent as the soldiers retreated, taking Hui Min with them and leaving behind Lin Longwei's lifeless body.

The darkness dissolved, giving way to an ethereal mist. Lin Longwei, with open eyes, saw through the veil that separated life and beyond. Even with the hole in his chest, he wasn't completely immersed in the darkness of death. It was as if the guardians of nothingness itself had a different plan for the boy. Lin was the Anti-Thesis and the Anti-Life personified, an existence born from the depths of void, shaped by forces that transcended human understanding.

The pain, intense and overwhelming, echoed through his essence. The void filled his wounded body, a sensation beyond comprehension, as Lin's existence began to be reconfigured. Every cell, every fragment of his form, felt the touch of the void, a metamorphic process that defied the laws of life and death.

The hole in his chest, a dark crater marking the spear's impact point, became the epicenter of the metamorphosis. The void, a black and ethereal substance, began to seep through the edges of the wound, entwining with tissues and bones with a cosmic cadence. Every energy line, every atomic particle, was being rewritten by the invisible hands of the void.

Lin felt the agony transform into an indescribable ecstasy. It was as if the void, by filling the emptiness in his chest, was unraveling universal secrets and revealing the truth underlying his existence. Darkness, far from being a mere vacuum, was a creative force, an entity that granted life while taking it away.

The reconstruction of his body was a cosmic dance, a choreography of elementary particles aligning in harmony under the invisible baton of the void. Flesh regenerated, bones recomposed, and the hole in his chest began to be filled with a dark matter, a kind of antimatter that defied known logic.

Lin's vision, now beyond the limits of human perception, captured the web of energy weaving his new form. Each filament of void was an expression of a power beyond understanding, a symphony of darkness harmonizing with his own essence. Lin was being reborn not from flesh but from the void that enveloped him.

The hole in his chest, a symbol of his human vulnerability, began to be filled with an ethereal substance, a shadow pulsating in synchrony with the universe's rhythm. Lin, shrouded in the aura of the void, felt himself transcending the limitations of flesh and blood. He was now a being dancing on the border between existence and non-existence.

Lin Longwei, rising from the ground, stared at the hole in his chest pulsating like a void core. His once immaculately white clothes were now stained with the blood flowing from the cosmic wound. With a sigh, his expression remained neutral, his lifeless eyes reflecting the very essence of the void that surrounded him.

"So, it is like this," Lin murmured to himself, clenching his fist with determination. He contemplated the hole not as a flaw in his existence but as a manifestation of the transcendental power now pulsating in his chest.

"Let's use what you've given me," he whispered to the void, as if making a silent pact with the cosmic forces that had resurrected him. Initiating his journey, Lin began to walk in the direction the soldiers had departed. His steps were slow, but each footfall resonated like a beat in the heart of the universe.

As he advanced, the hole in his chest pulsed in harmony with the void's energy. It was as if the wound became a portal to a dimension beyond human understanding. Lin, now a son of the void, tread an unknown path, where the cosmos and nothingness intertwined in an eternal dance.

Blood soaked his clothes, but Lin seemed unfazed. His resurrected being transcended mundane concerns, focusing on a higher purpose. The soldiers, who moments before believed they had triumphed over Lin's death, were now about to face the manifestation of a power that defied existence itself.

The surrounding landscape seemed to bow to the presence of the son of the void. Shadows danced to the rhythm of his steps, and the air around him echoed with a silent melody, as if the universe recognized the singular entity now traversing it.

Lin Longwei, unhurried, continued his journey. The hole in his chest was more than a scar; it was an eternal mark of his connection to the void. The constant pulsing indicated that he was no longer just a boy but a being transcending flesh, becoming an incarnation of the unknown.

The golden light of the sun struggled to penetrate the dense foliage of the forest, but its brightness seemed insufficient to illuminate the figure running among the shadows. The surroundings vibrated with a certain tension, a certainty that the silhouette advancing did not belong to this world. It was as if something beyond human comprehension was about to pierce the veils of reality.

As they carried little Hui Min in silence, she sobbed softly, her expression revealing the trauma of the situation. The men, unaware of the imminent threat looming, proceeded toward the drop-off point. Their fate was sealed, but none of them could fathom what awaited in the shadows of the forest.

The indistinct figure began to take shape, revealing Lin Longwei in all his sinister resurrection. Bathed in the filtered light of the trees, his body seemed an aberration, a distorted manifestation of life and death. The hole in his chest pulsed with the energy of the void, an eternal mark of his connection to forces beyond human understanding.

Before the soldiers could react, Lin leaped from the abyss among the trees, moving with supernatural agility. His eyes, once lifeless, now burned with inhuman intensity. He was a specter of death, a macabre vision that the soldiers couldn't comprehend.

The first soldier, taken by surprise, barely had time to wield his weapon before Lin was upon him. The boy, with animalistic movements, ignored any remnants of humanity that might remain in his resurrected form. In a visceral gesture, Lin sank his teeth into the soldier's neck.

The unfolding scene was a spectacle of carnage. Lin tore out the soldier's jugular with unbridled ferocity, the wet and nauseating sound echoing through the forest. Blood spurted like a gruesome fountain, bathing Lin's face, seemingly indifferent to the violence he was inflicting.

Lin's bite was that of a ravenous beast, teeth tearing through flesh and arteries with brutal efficiency. The soldier's eyes, once full of life, now lost their gleam, succumbing to the inevitability of imminent death. Terror and agony painted the man's face, while his stunned comrades tried to process the terrible turn of events.

The soldier's now lifeless body fell heavily to the forest floor, blood still pulsating from the grotesque wound. Lin, with animalistic ferocity, licked his blood-stained lips, his eyes still burning with supernatural intensity. He stood there, a dark figure against the chaotic backdrop he had unleashed.

The other soldiers, bewildered and terrified, finally awakened to the brutal reality before them. Lin Longwei, resurrected and transformed, was a threat that transcended human understanding. The forest had become a stage for a nightmare, where emptiness and life danced in a macabre choreography, while the son of the void satisfied his primal hunger for destruction.

"Embrace," Lin Longwei said, spitting the piece of the man's neck onto the ground as he wiped his mouth with his tongue. The void around him responded to his call, absorbing the fallen soldier's body. For the first time, Lin consciously experienced and controlled his abilities, unleashing the power of the nothingness that enveloped him.

The void became everything, a manifestation of power that transcended the laws of reality. The man's lifeless body, now devoid of life, was consumed by nothingness in direct response to Lin's command. Like a puppet manipulated by invisible strings, the dead man rose, moving under the direct influence of the void.

The impact of the scene sent shockwaves through the remaining soldiers. "W-what the hell is this?!" stuttered one of the men, his eyes widened in pure fear at the sinister metamorphosis unfolding before them. The unknown and the supernatural danced in a grotesque symphony as Lin Longwei, son of the void, began to command the very fabric of reality.

Lin, standing and surrounded by the aura of the void, pointed towards the remaining four men, hissing the words "Attack." The body controlled by nothingness responded instantly, moving with supernatural agility towards its former comrades. The lifeless eyes of the resurrected man stared at the soldiers with inhuman determination.

The four remaining soldiers, unable to comprehend the terrible twist of events, instinctively recoiled. Lin, commanding the reanimated body, demonstrated a power that defied logic and reason. The void, now a malleable and obedient force, allowed Lin to manipulate not only matter but the very essence of life.

"What the hell is happening here?" exclaimed one of the soldiers, his voice trembling and uncertain in the face of the horror he was witnessing.

Hui Min, observing the scene, was astonished. Her eyes fixed on Lin, whose body seemed to be a fusion of light and shadows. The girl, still held by the soldiers, couldn't contain her expression of amazement and fear in the face of Lin's gruesome metamorphosis.

Lin, in turn, felt a peculiar sensation. As the reanimated body advanced against the soldiers, he could taste the blood that soaked his mouth. It was a metallic, primitive, and intoxicating taste. The son of the void, now controlling not only death but the very reanimated death, experienced a dark ecstasy exploring the limits of his new power.

The void-controlled soldier's body moved with ferocity against the others, its lifeless hands grabbing one of the soldiers by the shoulders. The victim, now under Lin's command, struggled in vain against the cold hands that held him.

The sounds of the fight echoed through the forest, blending with the whispers of emptiness. Lin, unwavering in his newfound nature, observed the carnage he had orchestrated. The lineage of emptiness flowed through him, shaping and distorting existence itself into a macabre spectacle.

Wrapped in the controlling darkness of emptiness, Lin Longwei continued to explore the facets of his control over the resurrected soldier. The man's movements were commanded by a force transcending the limits of life and death, a macabre dance orchestrated by the invisible hands of emptiness. Every gesture, every action of the soldier, testified to the extent of the power Lin now possessed.

The remaining soldiers, haunted by the grotesque spectacle before them, hesitated to react. Emptiness, like an enveloping shadow, hung over the scene of chaos. Lin, commanding his undead emissary, made the controlled soldier act with supernatural precision. Every strike, every move, was an expression of the will of the son of emptiness.

Even though restrained by the soldiers, Hui Min couldn't help but feel her heart pounding in her chest as she observed Lin. It was a mixture of fascination and terror that enveloped her. The carnage before her eyes created a scene she seemed to want to understand, yet simultaneously repel. The dark power emanating from Lin drew her attention, as if something within her recognized the transcendental nature of the resurrected boy.

While the soldier controlled by Lin faced the others, the girl could perceive the intense gleam in the boy's eyes. It was as if an inner flame had been reignited, a flame fueled by a direct connection to the primordial forces permeating emptiness.

Lin, in turn, began to explore the nuances of his control. The soldier, under his orders, performed complex movements and combat tactics that Lin could never have learned in his previous life. It was as if emptiness granted him knowledge and abilities directly, an instinctive understanding of combat that transcended human experience.

The fight continued, the other soldiers trying to resist the onslaught of Lin's dark emissary. Every move of the controlled soldier was an extension of the will of the son of emptiness. The carnage unfolded into a grotesque symphony, while Lin, seemingly indifferent to others' pain, explored his newly discovered domain.

Hui Min, even suppressed by the soldiers, couldn't help but feel a morbid fascination with the spectacle. The duality of repulsion and attraction enveloped her, as if a part of her recognized the truth inherent in Lin Longwei's power. As her eyes followed every move of the boy, she felt her own heart pulsating in harmony with the unfolding chaos.

The void's aura around Lin seemed to intensify with each passing moment, as if the universe itself responded to his presence. Darkness bowed before the son of emptiness, and the forest, witnessing the manifestation of forces beyond human understanding, seemed to react in a murmur of leaves and sighs.

While Lin explored his control over the resurrected soldier, Hui Min perceived a change in her own perception of the boy. The initial terror gave way to a strange admiration, an inexplicable connection to the dark power that Lin now held. The carnage, far from being just a bloody spectacle, became a stage of revelations and awakenings, transforming the forest into a setting where life and death danced under the baton of emptiness.

Hui Min, finally freed from the hands of the now-dead guards, remained in shock as she witnessed the sinister control dance that Lin Longwei exerted over the resurrected soldier. The carnage unfolded before her eyes, and even the forest seemed to hold its breath, shrouded in disturbing silence.

Lin, enveloped by the aura of emptiness, directed his attention to the guard who had impaled him earlier. His lifeless eyes expressed cold determination as he commanded the controlled soldier toward the assailant. Hui Min, feeling a strange mix of terror and fascination, took a few steps back, but something within her compelled her not to look away.

The guard, visibly terrified, tried to articulate words of despair, but his voice was muffled by the lifeless hands of the controlled soldier. Lin, like a master manipulating puppets, allowed himself to explore the cruel nature of his new existence. The girl, now free, felt her heart pounding as she witnessed Lin's dark metamorphosis.

The void-controlled soldier advanced relentlessly toward the guard, whose eyes reflected panic in the face of inevitable fate. Lin, commanding his macabre creation, allowed himself to explore every facet of his control over life and death. The guard's screams echoed through the forest, a macabre soundtrack to the morbid dance unfolding.

The girl, sitting on the forest floor, felt strangely captivated. Her eyes couldn't look away from the gruesome spectacle. The carnage, far from being just a bloody show, became a stage of revelations and awakenings, transforming the forest into a setting where life and death danced under the baton of emptiness.

Lin, relishing every detail of the carnage he orchestrated, seemed to find sadistic pleasure in manipulating others' existence. The guard's limbs were torn off with supernatural precision, and Lin, through the controlled soldier, explored every part of human anatomy as if he were a fearless explorer in uncharted territory.

The sounds of mutilation were accompanied by Hui Min's attentive gaze, whose eyes, even flooded with horror, reflected a strange admiration. It was as if, in the face of the brutality unfolding, she witnessed something more than a simple display of power.

Lin's supreme control over life and death, his ability to sculpt existence so vividly, generated a strange attraction in the girl.

While the soldier continued his macabre task, Lin seemed immersed in the dance of severed limbs. Every gesture of the son of emptiness was calculated, as if he were exploring the limits of human nature itself. The guard, now reduced to a pile of mutilated flesh, still writhed under the ruthless control of the resurrected soldier.

Hui Min, with her eyes fixed on Lin, felt a growing intensity within herself. It was an overwhelming mix of repulsion and fascination, a duality that enveloped her like a spell. The sight of the boy, manipulating life and death with sinister mastery, seemed transcendent in the eyes of the girl.

The scene of horror unfolded, and Lin, immersed in his own metamorphosis, explored the dark facets of his newly discovered power. Control over the soldier was a demonstration of supremacy that defied any human understanding. And Hui Min, even as a witness to a nightmare, saw Lin Longwei as something more than a mere aberration; she glimpsed the power and complexity that transcended existence itself.