All Chapters of The Death Lord Is Back: Chapter 11
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Chapter Eleven
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Kael's footsteps echoed through the silent room as he walked toward the door. At the threshold, he paused for a final glance.One of his dying victims gasped out, "Who... what are you?"Kael didn't answer, simply letting the heavy door close behind him.Selena paced outside under the dim light of the streetlamps, her boots crunching against the gravel. She muttered under her breath, her hands twitching at her sides. “What’s taking so long? There should’ve been resistance by now. This quiet is unnatural.”One of her soldiers approached, saluting sharply. “Commander, the perimeter is secure. No signs of movement inside.”Selena narrowed her eyes. “No signs? That doesn’t make sense. Victor wouldn’t give up without a fight. Did anyone even hear gunfire?”The soldier hesitated. “No, ma’am. Not a single shot. It’s... eerily quiet.”Her jaw clenched. “Eerily quiet isn’t what I want to hear. Get ready. We’re going in.”“Yes, ma’am.” The soldier stepped back, issuing orders to the rest of the
Chapter Twelve
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Selene stood among her troops, surveying the aftermath with a frown still trying to figure things out. The entire operation had concluded with almost no effort on their part—a fact that didn’t sit well with her.“Commander,” her assistant chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement, “you know what this means, don’t you? What if a A war god must have intervened! Someone powerful and deeply in love with you has cleared the path for us!”Selene rolled her eyes, waving a dismissive hand, but her cheeks burned faintly. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she said sharply, though her heart fluttered at the thought. A mysterious warrior, so skilled and powerful, secretly enamored with her? The idea was impossible… and yet, strangely satisfying.“Still,” she added, regaining her composure, “I want a full report. Sweep the scene, gather intel, and determine exactly what happened here. No excuses.”Her assistant saluted eagerly, but Selene’s thoughts wandered. For a brief moment, she considered Kael—but
Chapter Thirteen
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The heavy silence that followed Marcus’s exit was almost suffocating. Evangeline stared at the door, her mind racing to process what had just happened. Marcus—the infamous mafia boss, a man who commanded fear across Cresmont—had bowed to her. Worse, he had apologized to her as if she held power over him. It didn’t make sense.Margaret was the first to recover. She spun around, her sharp gaze landing squarely on Mike. “Mike! That was incredible!” she exclaimed, rushing to his side.Evangeline blinked, finally snapping out of her stupor. “It was you, wasn’t it?” she said, her voice rising. “You convinced Marcus to fix everything!”Mike froze, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for words. “Well, I—” he started, only to be cut off by Margaret’s enthusiastic praise.“You’re a genius!” she declared, clutching his arm. “The way you handled this behind the scenes, without even mentioning it… Mike, you’re exactly the kind of man this family need
Chapter Fourteen
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The aftermath of the Victor Nelson operation left Selene restless. The debriefing room was silent save for the soft buzz of the projector replaying static-laden footage. Selene sat at the head of the table, her sharp eyes fixed on the frozen screen.“No struggle. No prolonged gunfire. No visible entry or exit,” she murmured, her fingers tapping against the cold metal of the table. “And the cameras just… stopped working.” she rolled her eyes an tutted as she mused.Her assistant, seated beside her, shifted nervously. “It’s like… like a ghost went in and wiped them all out,” he ventured, his voice low.“A ghost doesn’t leave a room full of dead bodies,” Selene shot back, but the sharpness in her voice faltered.The assistant leaned forward, his face lighting up with the fervor of a conspiracy theorist. “Or a war god just like I had told you,” he whispered excitedly. “You heard what the troops said—no one saw anything. Someone powerful and unseen did
Chapter Fifteen
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The streets of Cresmont were unusually quiet at this hour. The glow of streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as Kael stepped out of the Ravol estate, his presence as unhurried as ever. He walked with confidence—the kind that was neither forced nor exaggerated, but imbued. Yet, beneath that composed demeanor, his mind was already moving ahead, calculating his next move. At the street corner, Marcus leaned against his car, arms crossed. The moment he spotted Kael, he straightened—like a soldier snapping to attention before his superior. “Where to?” Marcus asked, already reaching for the door handle. Kael’s response was calm, deliberate. “Dream Hill.” Marcus hesitated—just a fraction of a second—but Kael caught it. Dream Hill wasn’t just another wealthy neighborhood. It was the pinnacle of Cresmont’s elite, where the most powerful, most untouchable figures resided. People didn’t just visit Dream Hill. They either belonged there… or they didn’t. Without a word, Marcus n
Chapter sixteen
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Morning sunlight streamed through the high glass buildings of Cresmont, illuminating the imposing headquarters of Northland Enterprises. Once an unstoppable force in the business world, the company now teetered on the brink of collapse—a decaying empire barely held together by its young and unyielding president, Pamela Northland. And today, Kael had come to collect a debt. He adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt as he approached the grand entrance, his steps unhurried. The moment he reached the door, two uniformed security guards stepped into his path. One of them smirked. “Lost, are we?” His gaze dripped with condescension as he eyed Kael’s attire—clean, but utterly unremarkable. No designer labels, no tailored suit. Nothing to indicate wealth or status. His partner scoffed. “This isn’t a place for beggars. Try the back alley if you’re looking for food scraps.” Kael tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. He could have ended this a dozen different ways. But instead,
Chapter seventeen
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“They’re here to collect the debt.” A heavy silence settled over the room. Pamela let out a soft, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in it—only raw tension twisting around her chest like a vice. Of course. Deep Space wasn’t just here for money. They were here to humiliate her. To make a spectacle of her downfall. Cathy hesitated. “Should I… should I call security?” His voice was uncertain, his fingers twitching at his sides. Pamela exhaled slowly, forcing composure even though her heart pounded in her ribs like a war drum. “No.” Because she already knew how this worked. Security wouldn’t stop them. They’d be the ones holding the doors open, And just as that thought burned through her mind—A crash echoed from the hallway. The office doors slammed open. A group of suited men strode in with the confidence of conquerors—because, in their minds, they already owned the place. Leading them was Micheal. The regional manager of Deep Space Group. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed
Chapter Eighteen
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The order had barely left Micheal’s lips when chaos erupted. His men moved fast. Guns raised. Fingers tightening on triggers. But Kael moved faster. Pamela barely had time to react before she threw herself to the floor, her heartbeat thundering as she braced for the storm. The first attacker lunged and Kael barely shifted. His hand shot out—one sharp twist— CRACK! The thug’s wrist snapped at an unnatural angle, his gun clattering uselessly to the ground as he screamed. The second man had no time to react. Kael’s fingers closed around his throat. He lifted him clean off the ground—and then slammed him into the desk with such force that the wood split like paper. Pamela flinched. What the hell? Her brows knit together as she stared from the floor. The third thug managed to aim his gun, Too late. Kael’s foot shot out. A single, effortless kick. The gun flew into the air. In the same motion, Kael spun—an elbow drove into the man’s ribs. The air left his lungs in a wheezing ga
Chapter Nineteen
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The elevator ride was suffocating, filled with the heavy stench of blood and defeat. Micheal leaned against the mirrored wall, each breath sending waves of pain through his ribs. His suit, once crisp and pristine, was now a torn mess, smeared with dirt and his own blood. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and his hands trembled slightly as he wiped at the dried blood on his face.He had never suffered a loss like this before. Never been humiliated so completely. His men had been torn apart in seconds, crushed by a single man who fought with an ease that defied reason. Kael. That name alone made his insides twist with anger and fear.A soft chime echoed in the elevator as the doors slid open, revealing the long, dimly lit hallway ahead. The air was unnervingly cold, the marble floor polished to perfection, reflecting the overhead lights like glass. Every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he forced himself forward. Two men in black suits flanked him on ei
Chapter Twenty
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Pamela jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest. Something was wrong.Her phone vibrated relentlessly on the nightstand, the glow from the screen illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. Still groggy, she reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly as she swiped through the flood of notifications.Then she saw the headlines.“Northland Enterprises in Crisis: Stocks Plummet Overnight!”“Multiple Trade Routes Blocked—Northland’s Shipments Seized!”“Northland Systems Hacked—Millions Lost in Cyberattack!”Her stomach twisted and her eyes went wide immediately as her whole body tensed up.With every article she opened, the disaster unfolded in brutal detail. Investors were pulling out, the company’s logistics had been sabotaged, and their cybersecurity team had been completely overwhelmed.A call from her CFO popped up on the screen. Then another from the board.She barely heard them. Her ears were ringing.Everything she had spent years rebuilding was crumbling—all in a single night.H