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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 153
The broken vessel loomed like a wounded beast in the middle of the wreckage.Its skin was charred, its engines dead, and its halls twisted by war and time.But it still breathed.Faintly.Waiting.Pamela ran her hand along the cracked hull, feeling the static in the air dance against her fingertips.“This thing’s barely holding together,” Marcus said, kicking a piece of shattered plating across the dusty ground.“How the hell do you plan on flying it?”Pamela glanced at Elias.He was standing a little apart from them, arms crossed, staring at the ship with a strange, unreadable look.Almost… familiarity.Pamela pushed her worry down and turned back to Marcus.“We don’t have a choice,” she said. “This is the only ship left that might get us to where Kael is.”Marcus shook his head, muttering something under his breath, but he followed her anyway as they pried open the battered side hatch.Inside, it was worse.The corridors bent at impossible angles, the walls flickered with broken hol
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 154
The jump ripped through reality, hurling the Ship of the Damned into the void between stars.Pamela staggered against the control panel as the vessel shuddered violently, alarms screaming across the bridge.“We’re here!” Marcus shouted over the noise, steadying himself with one hand on the wall. “Wherever the hell ‘here’ is!”The turbulence stopped.Suddenly—everything was still.Silent.Heavy.Pamela straightened, her heart hammering painfully in her chest.Outside the cracked viewports, a dead star hung in the blackness.It wasn’t shining.It wasn’t burning.It was broken.A jagged mass of collapsed light and ash, pulsing weakly, barely alive.The remnants of a sun that had been dying for a long, long time.Orbiting it was a structure.At first, Pamela thought it was an asteroid—until she saw the faint glint of metal beneath the dust.A station.Massive.Ancient.Twisting like a spine around the corpse of the star.Elias leaned forward in his seat, eyes narrowing.“I know this place
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 155
The station’s walls breathed around them.At least—that’s what it felt like.Pamela pressed herself against the nearest bulkhead, heart pounding.The metal was warm.Almost…alive.Marcus swore under his breath, waving his scanner wildly in the stale air.“This place is wrong,” he said, voice tight. “Physics doesn’t work here. Time doesn’t work here.”Pamela didn’t need him to tell her that.She saw it with her own eyes.As they moved forward, the corridors twisted and shimmered, like heat rising off broken asphalt.Images flickered against the walls—visions that bled into reality.There—A boy running across red sand.Laughter that wasn’t quite human.Buildings made of bone and starlight.Pamela stopped in her tracks, staring.It was Kael.But not the Kael she knew.Not the man who fought wars and bled for them.This boy—he was different.His eyes burned too bright. His skin shimmered faintly, like he wasn’t made for Earth at all.Pamela staggered backward, her mind reeling.“What is
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
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Chapter 155
The station’s walls breathed around them.At least—that’s what it felt like.Pamela pressed herself against the nearest bulkhead, heart pounding.The metal was warm.Almost…alive.Marcus swore under his breath, waving his scanner wildly in the stale air.“This place is wrong,” he said, voice tight. “Physics doesn’t work here. Time doesn’t work here.”Pamela didn’t need him to tell her that.She saw it with her own eyes.As they moved forward, the corridors twisted and shimmered, like heat rising off broken asphalt.Images flickered against the walls—visions that bled into reality.There—A boy running across red sand.Laughter that wasn’t quite human.Buildings made of bone and starlight.Pamela stopped in her tracks, staring.It was Kael.But not the Kael she knew.Not the man who fought wars and bled for them.This boy—he was different.His eyes burned too bright. His skin shimmered faintly, like he wasn’t made for Earth at all.Pamela staggered backward, her mind reeling.“What is
Chapter 154
The jump ripped through reality, hurling the Ship of the Damned into the void between stars.Pamela staggered against the control panel as the vessel shuddered violently, alarms screaming across the bridge.“We’re here!” Marcus shouted over the noise, steadying himself with one hand on the wall. “Wherever the hell ‘here’ is!”The turbulence stopped.Suddenly—everything was still.Silent.Heavy.Pamela straightened, her heart hammering painfully in her chest.Outside the cracked viewports, a dead star hung in the blackness.It wasn’t shining.It wasn’t burning.It was broken.A jagged mass of collapsed light and ash, pulsing weakly, barely alive.The remnants of a sun that had been dying for a long, long time.Orbiting it was a structure.At first, Pamela thought it was an asteroid—until she saw the faint glint of metal beneath the dust.A station.Massive.Ancient.Twisting like a spine around the corpse of the star.Elias leaned forward in his seat, eyes narrowing.“I know this place
Chapter 153
The broken vessel loomed like a wounded beast in the middle of the wreckage.Its skin was charred, its engines dead, and its halls twisted by war and time.But it still breathed.Faintly.Waiting.Pamela ran her hand along the cracked hull, feeling the static in the air dance against her fingertips.“This thing’s barely holding together,” Marcus said, kicking a piece of shattered plating across the dusty ground.“How the hell do you plan on flying it?”Pamela glanced at Elias.He was standing a little apart from them, arms crossed, staring at the ship with a strange, unreadable look.Almost… familiarity.Pamela pushed her worry down and turned back to Marcus.“We don’t have a choice,” she said. “This is the only ship left that might get us to where Kael is.”Marcus shook his head, muttering something under his breath, but he followed her anyway as they pried open the battered side hatch.Inside, it was worse.The corridors bent at impossible angles, the walls flickered with broken hol
Chapter 152
The night after the flickering heartbeat in the sky, sleep became impossible.Pamela sat by the dying fire, arms wrapped tight around herself, listening to the heavy silence that had fallen over their camp. The others slept in fitful shifts, if they slept at all.But Pamela couldn’t close her eyes.Because she kept hearing it.Selene’s voice.Whispered through the cracks in reality.Faint. Broken. Almost like static.But it was her.“Find him,” the whisper said.“Bring him home.”Pamela pressed her hands to her temples, trying to block it out, but it only grew louder the harder she tried. It wasn’t madness. It wasn’t grief.It was Selene.It was real.As the second sun rose weakly over the broken city, Marcus stumbled to her side, rubbing his face tiredly.“You look like hell,” he muttered.Pamela didn’t bother answering. She just stared into the gray morning.After a few minutes, Marcus spoke again, voice low and hesitant.“I saw him.”Pamela stiffened, heart pounding painfully again
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-
