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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Nine
Selene’s head throbbed as she stirred awake, her breath uneven. The air was cold, the kind of sterile chill that only came from places meant to keep people hidden and forgotten. She sat up slowly, ignoring the ache in her skull. The room was small—gray concrete walls, a single flickering light overhead, and a steel door with no handle from the inside. A cell. But she wasn’t restrained. Which meant whoever had taken her didn’t see her as a threat. Or worse—they wanted her to run. A chair scraped against the floor. Selene’s eyes snapped toward the figure across from her, sitting too comfortably, watching her with the kind of patience that made her skin crawl. He was older, mid-50s maybe, with sharp, predatory features. He wore a simple, unmarked suit—expensive, but nondescript. The kind of wealth that didn’t need to flaunt itself. And yet… Something about him felt off. Like he wasn’t supposed to exist. “Good,” he said, his voice calm. Even. Controlled. “You’re awake.”he sm
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty
Kael stood in the dim glow of the safe house’s war room, his expression was unreadable as he watched the data unfold across multiple screens.Deep Space’s financial empire had taken a direct hit. Their offshore accounts were frozen, their black-market supply chains severed, their revenue streams obliterated.By all logic, they should have been collapsing.But instead?They were adapting.Pamela stood beside him, arms crossed, exhaustion and fury warring in her sharp gaze. “They should be on their knees,” she muttered. “Why aren’t they?”Marcus, leaning against the table with a half-empty whiskey glass in his hand, let out a dry chuckle. “Because we underestimated them.”Pamela turned, glaring. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”Kael exhaled slowly, his mind already several steps ahead.“We assumed Deep Space was just a criminal organization.” He flicked his gaze to the screens. “But criminals don’t recover from financial annihilation this fast.”Pamela’s breath hitched. “What a
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.“
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Chapter Forty
Kael stood in the dim glow of the safe house’s war room, his expression was unreadable as he watched the data unfold across multiple screens.Deep Space’s financial empire had taken a direct hit. Their offshore accounts were frozen, their black-market supply chains severed, their revenue streams obliterated.By all logic, they should have been collapsing.But instead?They were adapting.Pamela stood beside him, arms crossed, exhaustion and fury warring in her sharp gaze. “They should be on their knees,” she muttered. “Why aren’t they?”Marcus, leaning against the table with a half-empty whiskey glass in his hand, let out a dry chuckle. “Because we underestimated them.”Pamela turned, glaring. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”Kael exhaled slowly, his mind already several steps ahead.“We assumed Deep Space was just a criminal organization.” He flicked his gaze to the screens. “But criminals don’t recover from financial annihilation this fast.”Pamela’s breath hitched. “What a
Chapter Thirty Nine
Selene’s head throbbed as she stirred awake, her breath uneven. The air was cold, the kind of sterile chill that only came from places meant to keep people hidden and forgotten. She sat up slowly, ignoring the ache in her skull. The room was small—gray concrete walls, a single flickering light overhead, and a steel door with no handle from the inside. A cell. But she wasn’t restrained. Which meant whoever had taken her didn’t see her as a threat. Or worse—they wanted her to run. A chair scraped against the floor. Selene’s eyes snapped toward the figure across from her, sitting too comfortably, watching her with the kind of patience that made her skin crawl. He was older, mid-50s maybe, with sharp, predatory features. He wore a simple, unmarked suit—expensive, but nondescript. The kind of wealth that didn’t need to flaunt itself. And yet… Something about him felt off. Like he wasn’t supposed to exist. “Good,” he said, his voice calm. Even. Controlled. “You’re awake.”he sm
Chapter Thirty Eight
Kael stood in the obscurely lit warehouse, his eyes scanning the decrypted message on the tablet in front of him with a calm demeanor.The intel was clear. Precise and Final.Deep Space wasn’t waiting anymore.They had gathered every resource, every mercenary, every corrupt official willing to sell their soul. And now, they were preparing a full-scale assault to end this war. Deep space was growing bigger than expected.Kael set the tablet down, his expression was faint and unreadable.Marcus, his arm still bandaged from the last attack, leaned against the metal table. “They’re moving faster than we thought.” I heaved a deep sigh.Kael exhaled slowly. “They’re getting desperate.”Marcus gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, well, desperate men are the ones who get the most people killed.”Kael didn’t respond. He was already planning with his eyes darted at nothing.Because if Deep Space wanted a final war?They were going to get one.——-Pamela on the other hand stormed into the warehouse, her h
Chapter Thirty seven
Selene stormed into the penthouse house, rage simmering beneath her skin. She barely waited for the door to swing shut before she tossed a thick file onto the table in front of Kael.Kael didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at it.He sat in the worn leather chair, calmly cleaning his gun like he had all the time in the world. As if she wasn’t standing there, ready to rip the truth out of him.Selene’s chest heaved. “Say something.”Kael finally glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Good evening?”Selene saw red. “Don’t do that,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Don’t act like this is nothing.” She shoved the file closer, her movements rigid with anger. “I know what you are.”Kael leaned back in his chair, expression impossibly calm. “That’s funny.” He tilted his head slightly. “I don’t even know what I am.”Selene froze. Just for a second.What?Kael tapped his fingers against the table. “But if you’ve figured it out, by all means, enlighten me.”Selene’s nails dug into her palms. “You’re
Chapter Thirty Six
Kael didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Didn’t show a flicker of hesitation.“No.”Elias arched a brow, looking neither surprised nor offended. If anything, he seemed… amused.“No?” he repeated, like he was giving Kael a chance to correct himself.Kael held his gaze, voice even. “You heard me.”A long silence stretched between them. The kind that felt like a countdown.Then Elias let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course you’d say that.” He exhaled, hands slipping into his pockets. “You always did like making things difficult.”Kael didn’t bother responding. He was already calculating the next move. Because Elias wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to test him.And Kael had just failed.Elias tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle that had too many missing pieces. “You don’t even know what you’re fighting, do you?”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I know enough.”“No,” Elias said simply. “You don’t.”Then, instead of pressing the issue, he stepped back.No threats. No violence.Jus
Chapter Thirty Five
The train station was silent, save for the soft hum of flickering overhead lights. Kael stood still, his grip firm on his gun, though he hadn’t raised it yet.Because he knew this man.The figure stepped forward, the dim glow finally illuminating his face.Kael’s jaw tightened.Elias.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Kael had seen a lot of ghosts in his lifetime. But this one?This one was supposed to be buried.Elias tilted his head, watching Kael with an unsettling calm amusement.“Well,” Elias murmured, his voice smooth, familiar—too familiar. “I was wondering how long it would take before we had this little reunion.”Kael’s eyes darkened. “You’re dead.”Elias smirked. “I was.”Kael said nothing, but his mind was already moving.This wasn’t just about survival.This was about the past finally catching up to him.And Elias?Elias was proof that Kael had never actually escaped it even as he went on being the quarry ruler.Elias took another slow step forward, hands casually
Chapter Thirty Four
Pamela adjusted the cuffs of her blazer as she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The towering Northland headquarters loomed above her, its sleek glass reflecting the storm-heavy sky.Everything about this felt wrong and she knew it for sure.The emergency board meeting had been called too suddenly, and the urgency in Harold Kensington’s email was forced. It screamed of desperation, of something more than just business.And yet, she had no choice but to walk into it.She wasn’t about to let those cowards hand over Northland without a fight.She exhaled, straightening her posture.If this was a trap—She wasn’t going down quietly.Inside, the boardroom was already filled. Harold sat at the far end, his hands folded neatly over a thick folder. The other board members sat stiffly, their expressions betraying the unease simmering beneath the surface.Pamela strode inside, her voice sharp. “If this is another attempt to strong-arm me into surrendering
Chapter Thirty Three
Pamela sat at the head of the Northland Enterprises boardroom, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she surveyed the room after the whole drama that happened last night.Every single executive seated across from her looked tense. Some avoided her gaze, others wore thinly veiled expressions of guilt.She already knew.Something was wrong.Harold Kensington, one of the senior board members, cleared his throat. “Pamela, we called this meeting to discuss the future of Northland Enterprises.”Pamela’s jaw tightened. “Go on.” Harold glanced at the others before delivering the betrayal.“The board has decided that the best course of action is to accept Deep Space Group’s acquisition offer.”The words hit like a slap and disappointment and shock covered her face.Pamela froze, her grip on the chair tightening. “Excuse me?”Harold shifted in his seat but held his ground. “Deep Space controls too much of the market now. We’ve lost crucial trade routes, our investors are panicking, and
Chapter Thirty Two
Kael stood in the center of the ruined black site, and as his stared, his decision was made. Nikolai watched him and his expression was blank. But behind those sharp eyes, Kael could see it—disappointment. “You’re making a mistake,” Nikolai said smoothly, as if he wasn’t standing among the wreckage Kael had left behind. Kael didn’t flinch. “I don’t take advice from dead men.” He spat. Nikolai chuckled, shaking his head. “You always were stubborn.” He took a slow step forward, lowering his voice. “You think you’re protecting them by walking away? By choosing Pamela and Selene over the truth?” He leaned in slightly. “Deep Space isn’t the end of this war, Kael. They’re just the beginning.” Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. Nikolai sighed, exhaling as if the weight of the situation was suddenly tiring. “Fine. Walk away. But when this war burns everything you love to the ground, just remember—I tried to help you.” Kael’s fingers twitched slightly at his side. Not from hes