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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 151
The world had gone silent.Too silent.Pamela stumbled through the broken landscape, her boots kicking up gray dust where once there had been life, battle, and chaos. Now… there was nothing. No screaming. No roaring sky. No Tribunal soldiers. No Eradicators.It was as if they had all been erased from existence.Beside her, Marcus limped heavily, one arm wrapped tight around his middle where blood still stained his torn jacket. His face was pale, jaw clenched against the pain.Elias trailed behind them, looking more like a shadow than a man, his face set in cold indifference.But Kael…Kael was nowhere to be seen.Pamela’s heart twisted painfully with every step she took, her mind screaming at her to turn around, to look harder, to find him. But there was only scorched earth and crumbling ruins.“He’s gone,” Marcus said, voice raw and broken. “He didn’t make it.”Pamela shook her head violently, chest heaving with denial.“No,” she rasped. “No. I don’t believe that.”Elias didn’t look
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter one
In the quarry of East Valley, a group of fierce, muscular men were working hard. If there were any crime experts present, they would be utterly shocked.Everyone here was one of the most notorious criminals in the world, yet now they were all quietly working, not daring to utter a single complaint.On the hillside, a man who didn’t appear particularly strong sat calmly, hiding in the shade of a tree. Under his watchful gaze, not a single person dared to slack off.“Boss, I’ve cleaned the restroom... I really understand my mistake now...”A man in a janitor’s uniform looked at Kael with a flattering expression, his tone respectful to the extreme.Who could have imagined that, just a year ago, he was the mafia boss of the King District in Eastwind City, commanding over a thousand men?But to escape the relentless pursuit of his enemies, he had no choice but to come to the quarry and become one of its workers.Through the most confidential channels, he learned that no one dared to stir t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter two
As Selene stormed out, the scrawny worker peeked in, his face pale. “Uh, sir, the atmosphere got… colder.”Kael sighed. “Back to work. And tell the Reaper and Butcher to stop swinging from the ropes like monkeys.”The scrawny man nodded, then paused. “A pigeon just delivered this. It’s from your father.”Kael opened the letter, his expression hardening as he read. The last line caught his attention: “Your running is over. Come home.”The scrawny worker hesitated at the front of the group, nervously wringing his cap. “Uh, boss… is everything okay? You look… um, tense.”Kael leaned back with a sigh, his expression unreadable. “I have to leave.”The workers exchanged startled glances.“Leave? You? But who’ll keep the peace?” someone blurted out.Kael raised an eyebrow. “If you lot can’t stop fighting without me around, I’ll build a pit before I go and throw all of you in it. Permanently.”The yard went silent. Even the Reaper and Butcher, still recovering from their earlier punishm
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter three
Kael arrived at the bustling airport, his coat slung over one shoulder and his hands stuffed casually into his pockets. He scanned the terminal, a faint smirk tugging at his lips when he spotted Selene and her two towering bodyguards ahead. She hadn’t noticed him yet, which gave him the luxury of bracing himself for what he knew was coming. “Kael!” Selene’s sharp voice cut through the crowd as she turned and locked eyes with him. Her expression shifted from confusion to barely concealed annoyance. “Are you following me now? Can’t stand being stuck in your dirt pile?” Kael strode closer, his demeanor unbothered. “Good to see you too, Selene. And here I thought airports were for public use.” “Public use doesn’t mean stalking me,” she snapped, her hands clenched into fists. “What are you doing here? Looking to play the role of a hero again?” Kael tilted his head, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Heroes chase glory. I chase results. You wouldn’t understand.” On
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter four
The morning sun cast long shadows across the pristine driveway as Marcus, a towering figure known throughout the criminal underworld, bowed deeply before Kael. His expensive suit caught the light as he lowered his head with unprecedented respect. "My lord Kael, it is my greatest honor to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes you, even in our circles." Kael shifted uncomfortably, his simple attire a stark contrast to Marcus's luxury. "Please, such formality isn't necessary." "I must insist on driving you personally," Marcus gestured to a gleaming black Rolls-Royce, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. "Yorkshire Island awaits, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with your safety." During the drive along the coastal road, Marcus's voice took on a reverent tone. "The villa belongs to Jaxier Cult—the legendary King of Battle. He's offered it for your exclusive use." "Jaxier Cult?" Kael's eyes narrowed, recognition flickering across his face. "Zeus's
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter five
Kael stood at the grand mansion, a stark contrast to his simple attire and calm demeanor. The doors opened, and Evangeline’s father, Mr. Holsten, greeted him warmly, his face lighting up.“Kael, my boy, come in, come in!” he exclaimed, gripping Kael’s hand firmly. “I’m glad you came.”Kael nodded respectfully. “Thank you for having me, sir.”The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted their exchange as Evangeline entered the room. Her sharp gaze locked onto Kael, her expression twisting with irritation.“What is he doing here?” she demanded, her voice laced with contempt. “Father, didn’t I make it clear yesterday? I’m not agreeing to this ridiculous arrangement!”Before her father could respond, her mother appeared, her face mirroring her daughter’s disdain. “Really, Holsten? Inviting him into our home again? How much more humiliation are you planning to bring upon this family?”Kael’s expression remained calm, though his eyes flickered briefly with an unreadable emotion.“Evange
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter six
The tension in the room was palpable as Kael and Evangeline stepped through the doors of her family home. Standing in the middle of the living room was Mike Smith, a man with a confident smirk and an air of entitlement. He turned the moment he heard the footsteps, his expression darkening when he saw Kael.“What the hell is he doing here?” Mike sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Don’t tell me the rumors are true.”Evangeline’s mother, Margaret, folded her arms and sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, they are. Can you believe it? My daughter, married to him of all people.” She gestured toward Kael as if he were a stain on the rug.Kael remained calm, his face betraying no emotion.Mike’s gaze darted between Evangeline and Kael. “This has to be a joke, Evangeline. You married this guy? Did your father hold you at gunpoint?”Evangeline shot her father a venomous glare. “Might as well have. Isn’t that right, Father?”“Evangeline—” her father began, but she cut him off.“
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter seven
Their conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door which made Margaret jump. “Who on earth—”Before she could finish, one of the mobsters pushed the door open. Their leader, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped inside with a smug grin.“Mr. Holsten,” the man drawled, his voice thick with menace. “It’s time to settle your debt.”Mr. Holsten’s face turned red with anger. “What are you talking about, Carlos? The loan isn’t due for another six months!”Carlos shrugged casually. “The boss has decided he wants his money now. You see, patience isn’t really his strong suit.”Margaret gasped. “This is outrageous! You can’t just change the terms like this.”“We can and we have,” Carlos said with a smirk. “Now, pay up.”Evangeline stepped forward, her face a mixture of defiance and disbelief. “This is absurd! You know we don’t have that kind of money lying around.”Carlos glanced at her, his eyes lingering in a way that made her skin crawl. “Ah, Evangeline
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Chapter 151
The world had gone silent.Too silent.Pamela stumbled through the broken landscape, her boots kicking up gray dust where once there had been life, battle, and chaos. Now… there was nothing. No screaming. No roaring sky. No Tribunal soldiers. No Eradicators.It was as if they had all been erased from existence.Beside her, Marcus limped heavily, one arm wrapped tight around his middle where blood still stained his torn jacket. His face was pale, jaw clenched against the pain.Elias trailed behind them, looking more like a shadow than a man, his face set in cold indifference.But Kael…Kael was nowhere to be seen.Pamela’s heart twisted painfully with every step she took, her mind screaming at her to turn around, to look harder, to find him. But there was only scorched earth and crumbling ruins.“He’s gone,” Marcus said, voice raw and broken. “He didn’t make it.”Pamela shook her head violently, chest heaving with denial.“No,” she rasped. “No. I don’t believe that.”Elias didn’t look
Chapter 150
The world was ending again.Not with screams.Not with violence.But with silence.A deep, aching silence that swallowed everything it touched.The Core split wide open, like a wound too deep to heal.Cracks raced across the ground, splitting the ancient stone.Timelines—thousands, millions of them—collapsed into each other, folding in on themselves like dying stars.Colors bled from the sky.The ground shook under Kael’s feet.And still, he stood.In the center of it all.In the center of the ruin he had chosen.The Architect’s form flickered in front of him.Once a towering figure of strength and control, it was now crumbling—breaking apart at the seams.Memory shards peeled off his body, floating like dying embers into the empty void around them.“No,” the Architect rasped, voice splintering.“No, this is wrong. We were supposed to be one.”Kael said nothing at first.He just stared.Tired.Unflinching.The golden light in his veins still burned, searing through every twisted lie t
Chapter 149
The Core shuddered around them.The once-shining mirrors splintered into a thousand bleeding shards, floating through the void like broken stars.The ground wasn’t ground anymore—it was memory and regret and a thousand forgotten dreams, crumbling beneath Kael’s boots.The air trembled.The world held its breath.Kael stood at the center of it all.One hand lifted.One hand almost touching the Architect’s.Almost.But not yet.Not quite.Every muscle in Kael’s body screamed to move. To act. To choose.But the weight of it—the weight of everything—kept him frozen.Across the shattered field, through the swirling fog of destruction, two broken figures stumbled forward.Pamela.Marcus.Blood coated Pamela’s hand, sticky and dark as she pressed it hard against her ribs. Her steps faltered, but she didn’t stop.Marcus’s arm was locked around her shoulders, dragging her forward, his face grim, battered, but alive.Together, they pushed through the storm, like two small lights refusing to die
Chapter 148
The broken mirrors floated in the blackness, endless and sharp.Each one showed a different Kael.A different life.A different end.Kael stood still, breathing hard, heart hammering so loud it felt like it shook the ground beneath him.He wasn’t sure where he was anymore.Was this still a trial?Or was it already a judgment?A slow sound echoed through the dark—like something ancient moving, waking.Footsteps.Steady.Unhurried.The Architect emerged from the shifting mirrors.No longer just a shadow.Not just an echo.A man.A god.A future.Kael’s stomach twisted as he stared.He was looking at himself.At what he could become.At what he would become—if he made the wrong choice.The Architect’s presence bent the air around him. Every breath Kael took felt heavier, harder, like the world itself was struggling to exist beside him.“You don’t get it yet,” the Architect said.His voice was deep, calm, almost gentle.It made Kael’s skin crawl.“You weren’t stolen, Kael. You weren’t for
Chapter 147
The ground felt wrong under Kael’s boots.It looked like Earth—the cracked streets, the hollow buildings, the faded billboards fluttering in nonexistent wind—but none of it was real. He could feel it deep in his bones.The weight of memories that didn’t belong.The pull of a reality stitched together from lies.Still, he moved forward, every step heavier than the last.There was no sky above him.No sun.No stars.Only a swirling, endless darkness, a thick, suffocating void that pressed down on him until every breath felt like dragging knives through his lungs.His heart pounded louder than his footsteps.Each beat an echo that didn’t quite belong to him.Something was waiting for him.Something patient.Something inevitable.And he wasn’t sure he wanted to meet it.A figure stood in the middle of the empty road ahead.Kael slowed, muscles coiled tight, eyes narrowing.The figure turned.And Kael almost stopped breathing.It was… him.But not him.This Kael wore miner’s clothes, dust-
Chapter 146
The world was broken.Kael could feel it under his boots with every step. The ground wasn’t just crumbling—it was rewriting itself. One second, he was walking over cracked stone, and the next, he was stepping through rivers of frozen light. Then, clouds. Then, something he couldn’t even describe.They were close.Too close.Pamela stumbled behind him, clutching her head. Her skin flickered between flesh and something else—something transparent, almost spectral.Marcus wasn’t doing any better. He kept glancing around, confused, whispering things that didn’t make sense.Kael slowed down, trying to steady them with his voice. “Stay close. Focus.”Pamela blinked hard, as if trying to drag herself back to reality. “I… I can’t tell what’s real anymore.”Marcus stumbled against a wall made of what looked like black glass. His breath came in harsh, shallow pants. “I keep… jumping. One second we’re here, the next—I’m somewhere else.”Kael reached out, steadying Marcus with a firm hand. The pul
Chapter 145
Kael stood in silence, staring at the console.The screen had gone black. But the data hadn’t stopped pouring in.Something was still running. Still uploading.Pamela leaned over the interface, eyes scanning the flickering code. “It’s… it’s not just a message,” she said, voice tight. “It’s a compressed archive. A memory core.”Marcus stepped closer. “Memory core? Like… recorded thoughts?”Pamela shook her head slowly. “Not thoughts. Lives. An entire chunk of Selene’s consciousness—locked and buried inside that last file.”Elias tilted his head slightly. “A memory bomb.”Kael barely heard them.The second the system triggered, he’d felt it. Deep. Buried. Like something inside his chest had cracked open.The memory surged.And he fell.He wasn’t in the ruined city anymore.He was there.In the past.Selene stood in front of him—hair shorter, eyes sharper, clothes stained with dirt and blood. She was inside the Tribunal stronghold, walking halls Kael had never seen. Her face was hard, un
Chapter 144
The air was wrong.It felt thin and sharp, like breathing in broken glass.Kael stood still, muscles tensed, eyes fixed on the flickering horizon. The sky itself looked like it had been torn apart and taped back together—only the pieces didn’t fit. Static bled across the clouds. Shapes twisted unnaturally above. The battlefield they had just fought on was no longer even land. It shimmered like pixels on a corrupted screen.“It’s starting,” Elias muttered.Pamela pressed one hand against a broken wall, her breathing short. “What the hell is this? What’s happening to the world?”Marcus leaned against a console, his jaw clenched. “I don’t know. But this… this isn’t just collapse. It’s something else.”Kael closed his eyes for half a second.It wasn’t destruction.It wasn’t invasion.It wasn’t cleansing.It was rewriting.They weren’t going to be killed.They were going to be replaced.Erased. Every memory. Every breath. Every piece of them. As if they had never existed in the first place
Chapter 143
The sky never stopped burning.And still, it was nothing compared to what Kael felt inside.His breath came in ragged bursts as he stood between Pamela and Marcus—one barely holding on to her shifting form, the other crouched low with darkness licking up his veins. The battlefield wasn’t silent. It groaned with the weight of the impossible.Kael turned to Elias, his voice rough. “Talk. Now.”Elias didn’t move at first. He just stared into the horizon like something bigger was coming. Something they weren’t ready for.Kael grabbed him by the collar. “You said you wanted the truth. Then give it.”Elias’s eyes flicked to his hand, then back to Kael’s face.“The Architect,” he said quietly, “was never a god. Never a ruler. It didn’t want to conquer. It wanted to reset.”Pamela stumbled forward, trembling. Her skin flickered—first pale, then metallic, then almost transparent. She gasped as her knees buckled.Kael caught her before she hit the ground.“Pamela?” His voice cracked. “Hey. Stay
