The Awakening Of The Last Knight.
In an alternative universe wars are taking place between humans and ghouls.
A thousand years ago, humans built a siege to keep the ghouls trapped inside and stop them from attacking human villages. Fifty years ago, the siege cracked, and ghouls flooded the human world, destroying many cities.
They disguise themselves as humans or animals when they infiltrate cities. Then, they reveal their true forms, attack, and burn everything to the ground.
Scientists built a barrier system to keep ghouls out, and governments trained warriors to use high-tech devices to fight them. The strongest group of warriors, who fought bravely for the last decade, are called the Knights of Askalan. They fought the battle that took place ten years ago, protecting their city from ghouls, and are now the heroes and protectors of the city.
Ali is a 21-year-old fresh graduate. On the day of his graduation, he was having fun with his friends and taking pictures during the ceremony when ghouls attacked from the sea. Somehow they broke the barrier.
His friends were killed while trying to escape. He went to check on his family, but two of his brothers had been killed while defending his mother and younger sister, and his father was injured. He tried to get them to safety amid the chaos, but they were trapped. So, he decided to sacrifice himself, leading the ghouls away from his family. The ghouls surrounded him and attacked one by one. Just as he thought he was finished, a system screen appeared, giving him a choice: start over the day with new armor or carry on and die.
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Chapter: Chapter 486 : The GiftThe café was different this time, quieter, more private, tucked away in a side street where the windows were tinted and the tables were spaced far apart. Viktor had chosen it. Ali had agreed. He arrived early, his recording equipment hidden in his jacket, his backup positioned nearby.Viktor was already there when Ali walked in, seated at a corner table with a cup of coffee and a satisfied smile."Mr. Ali. Please. Sit."Ali sat. He didn't order anything. He didn't plan to stay long."I've been thinking about our conversation," Viktor said. "About what I'm building. And I realized, I haven't been entirely honest with you."Ali's expression didn't change. "About what?""About the scope of my operations. About what I'm really trying to accomplish." Viktor leaned forward, his voice dropping. "I told you I was building a technology empire. That was true. But it's only part of the story.""Then what's the rest?"Viktor smiled, a thin, knowing expression. "I'm building a network. A network o
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Chapter: Chapter 485 : The WebThe headquarters was quiet at midnight. The others had gone home—Laith to his grandparents, Marwan to Maria and Malaak, Haitham to his wife and daughters. Only Ali and Hazem remained, surrounded by screens and documents, the hum of servers filling the silence.Ali had been working for hours. His fingers moved across the keyboard with mechanical precision, his eyes fixed on the data scrolling across his monitors. Viktor Haas was a ghost—no criminal record, no known associates, no digital footprint that led anywhere useful. But Ali was patient. He had learned long ago that every ghost left traces."Anything?" Hazem asked, appearing beside him with two cups of tea."Not yet. He's careful. Everything is routed through shell companies and intermediaries. No direct connections to anything illegal.""That's not unusual for a businessman.""It's not. But it's also not unusual for someone with something to hide." Ali took the tea and drank, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I've got Malik wo
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Chapter: Chapter 484 The Park BenchThe park was crowded for a weekday afternoon, families with children, elderly couples on benches, students with laptops and coffee cups. The kind of place where a conversation could happen without being overheard, where a man could sit and wait without drawing attention.Ali arrived early. He chose a bench near the fountain, his back to the open space, his eyes scanning the paths. He wore sunglasses and a dark hoodie pulled low over his forehead—an attempt to remain anonymous in a city where his face was not yet widely known. Hazem was somewhere nearby, watching from a distance. Ali didn't know exactly where, but he trusted Hazem to be there if anything went wrong.Viktor Haas approached from the eastern path, walking with the easy confidence of a man who was used to being in control. He was tall, well-dressed, with silver hair and a face that was difficult to age—somewhere between forty and sixty, with the smooth composure of someone who had spent years in boardrooms and negotiations
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Chapter: Chapter 483 The Persistent BuyerThe café was warm, filled with the smell of fresh pastries and the low hum of conversation. Ali sat across from Haneen at a small table near the window, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow across her face. Noor was in Haneen's arms, her tiny fingers wrapped around a piece of bread, her cheeks smeared with sugar."She's a mess," Haneen laughed, wiping Noor's face with a napkin."She's perfect," Ali said, watching his daughter with a soft smile. "She gets it from you."Haneen rolled her eyes. "Flattery won't get you out of changing her diaper later.""I wouldn't dream of it."They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The past weeks had been a whirlwind—Europe, Vogel, the labs, the long journey home. Now, sitting here with his family, Ali felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: calm.His phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen. Fadi. He hesitated, then answered."Fadi. What is it?""Sorry to interrupt, Ali. But there's a man here—a foreign businessman.
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Chapter: Chapter 482 The Road HomeThe Austrian estate was quiet now. The guards were gone—arrested, scattered, or dead. The grand room where Vogel had spent his final moments was empty, the blood cleaned away, the books and artifacts catalogued and packed for evidence. The team moved through the building methodically, gathering everything that might be useful and destroying everything that couldn't be saved.Malik oversaw the operation. Abu Anas coordinated with local authorities—carefully, discreetly, using contacts he had cultivated over years of living in Europe. Wolf documented everything, his camera capturing the evidence that would eventually be released to the public. Agatha stayed at the safe house, analyzing documents, tracing connections, building a case against the network.It took three days to dismantle Vogel's operation.On the fourth day, the team gathered in the safe house one last time. The mood was quiet—not sad, exactly, but reflective. They had won. They had stopped a weapon, killed a monster, and
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Chapter: chapter 481 The Backup PlanRichter was not smiling. He had been here for four days now, and the cracks in his composure were beginning to show. His silver hair was unkempt, his cold eyes bloodshot, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on the table. Hazem sat across from him. Ali stood by the door, his tablet in hand, monitoring Richter's vitals—heart rate, breathing, pupil dilation. Every twitch, every micro-expression, was being recorded and analyzed. "You've been cooperative with Malik," Hazem said. "That was smart. But Malik isn't here anymore. I am." Richter looked at him. "And what makes you think I'll talk to you?" "Because you're a survivor. You said so yourself. You want to live. And the only way you live is if we let you live. So you're going to tell me everything." Richter was silent for a long moment. Then he laughed—a dry, humorless sound. "You think you're different from Labib? You think you're better than him? You're just another man with a blade and a cause. You'll die like a
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Chapter: Chapter 165 epilogueThe morning arrived quietly, without fanfare. No notifications, no urgent messages, no scheduled meetings. Just the soft light filtering through the curtains and the distant sound of birds outside Zaid's window. He lay in bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything.Then he sat up, reached for his phone, and opened the camera.He didn't plan it. He didn't write a script or check his lighting or worry about how he looked. He just pressed "Go Live" and waited for the viewers to trickle in.The first few comments appeared—confused, curious, still waking up like the rest of the world."Is this real?""Zaid? Are you okay?""What's happening?"Zaid smiled at the screen, his hair a mess, his voice still rough from sleep."Hey, everyone. I know this is random. I didn't plan this. I just... woke up and wanted to talk."---He talked about the beginning. About the channel, the system, the debt. About the boy he used to be—scared, insecure, desperate to p
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Chapter: Chapter 164 The Usual Late WalkThe night air was cool against Zaid's face as he walked through the empty streets, the city quiet around him. The festival had ended days ago, but its energy still lingered—the conversations, the connections, the sense that they had built something that would last. His phone buzzed with a message from Khamees."Can't sleep. Shawarma?""Same. Meet you there."The shawarma place was nearly empty at this hour—just the owner, Abu Tarek, wiping down the counter, and a single customer eating quietly in the corner. The smell of grilled meat and garlic wrapped around Zaid as he walked in, familiar and comforting.Khamees arrived a few minutes later, looking tired but not sad. They ordered their usual—two chicken shawarmas, extra garlic, extra pickles—and sat at the table by the window, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement."You look like you've been thinking," Zaid said."I'm always thinking.""About?"Khamees unwrapped his sandwich, took a bite, chewed. "My father."Zaid wai
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Chapter: Chapter 163 Family DinnerThe phone rang on Thursday evening, just as Khamees was closing up the shop. He glanced at the screen, his mother's name and felt the familiar knot tighten in his chest. They had spoken since the argument, but the conversations were short, careful, like walking on ground that might crumble."Hello?""Khamees, habibi. Your uncle is coming to visit tomorrow. Your father's youngest brother. He's been traveling and wants to see everyone."Khamees's shoulders relaxed, just slightly. Uncle Jamal. His favorite. The one who had always encouraged him, who had sent messages of support when the shop opened, who had never once made him feel like a disappointment."I'll be there," Khamees said."Good. Come early. Your father wants to talk to you before dinner."The knot tightened again. "Talk about what?""I don't know. Just come."She hung up. Khamees stood in the empty shop, the mannequins watching him with their blank faces, and wondered what his father could possibly want now.---The next day
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Chapter: Chapter 162 Proud ParentsThe afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the park. The festival had settled into a comfortable rhythm—vendors chatting with customers, children running between booths, the hum of happy voices filling the air. Zaid was helping the potter pack up his remaining bowls when he saw her.His mother was walking through the entrance, a canvas bag over her shoulder, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. She had been working at the hospital all morning and had texted him that she would come "if she could." Apparently, she could.Zaid excused himself and walked towards her, weaving through the crowd. "Mama. You made it.""Of course I made it. I wouldn't miss this." She looked around, her face soft with wonder. "Zaid, this is... incredible. Look at all these people.""All here for the vendors. For the small businesses. For the stories.""You built this.""We built this. Khamees, Bassam, Imran. Everyone."She pulled him into a hug, holding him tight. "I'm so proud of you.
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Chapter: Chapter 161 First DayThe morning of the festival arrived clear and bright, the sun rising over the park like a blessing. Zaid stood at the entrance, a clipboard in his hands, his heart pounding in his chest. Around him, volunteers scurried between booths, vendors arranged their displays, and the smell of fresh bread and coffee drifted from the food court.Khamees appeared beside him, two cups of tea in his hands. "You look like you're going to be sick.""I feel like I'm going to be sick.""Good. That means you care."Zaid took the tea, the warmth seeping through the paper cup. "What if no one comes?""Then we drink all the tea and eat all the food and have a very nice private festival.""You're not helping.""I'm not trying to help. I'm trying to keep you from spiraling."The first visitors arrived at 9 AM—a family with young children, the mother holding a phone, the father carrying a backpack. They stopped at the entrance, looking around with wide eyes."Is this the festival?" the mother asked. "The one
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Chapter: Chapter 160 The FestivalThe idea came to Zaid in the middle of the night, as the best ideas often did.He had been lying awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Mr. Taymoor. Not with anger, he was tired of anger—but with something else. Something like understanding. Mr. Taymoor wasn't the problem. He was a symptom. A product of a system that rewarded attention over substance, spectacle over truth.And Zaid was done with that system.He sat up, reached for his phone, and called Khamees.It was 2 AM."What?" Khamees's voice was thick with sleep."I have an idea.""You have an idea at 2 AM?""The best ideas come at 2 AM."Khamees groaned. "This better be good.""It's better than good. It's important."---An hour later, they were sitting in Khamees's apartment, a pot of coffee between them, Zaid's notebook open on the table. Bassam had arrived too, summoned by a series of increasingly urgent texts. Imran was there because he never slept."Okay," Khamees said, rubbing his eyes. "Explain."Zaid took a breat
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Chapter: Chapter 39 : The Promise KeptThree days passed.Muneer played. The games were endless. The walls were white. The light was bright. He was beginning to forget what the sun looked like.He sat on the bed in his small room. The tablet glowed on the table.Next game begins in one hour.He had stopped reading the messages. He had stopped caring about the numbers. He just played. He just survived.The door opened.The masked man stood in the hallway."Follow," he said.Muneer stood. He walked to the door.---The arena was different today.A large screen dominated the far wall. Chairs were arranged in a semicircle. Players sat in silence, their faces pale, their eyes hollow.Muneer found a seat near the back. He waited.The masked man appeared on the stage."Welcome to the next game," he said. "This game is called The Reunion. Players will be paired with someone from their past. Someone they know. Someone they trust. Or someone they betrayed."Muneer's chest tightened."Each pair will compete together. If they win, bo
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Chapter: Chapter 38 The Will to ContinueThe door closed behind Jihad.Muneer sat alone in the white room. The screen was blank. The walls were white. The light was bright.He had lost. He had stayed. He was trapped.He thought about Layan. Her face. Her smile. Her tears. He thought about his mother. The way she waited for him at the kitchen table. The way she prayed for him every day.He thought about Jihad. Walking through the door. Saving his father.He should have felt despair. He should have felt hopeless. But something else stirred in his chest. Something stubborn.He would not give up.He stood. He looked at the screen."I'm still here," he said. "I'm not broken. Not yet."The screen remained blank. The room remained silent.But Muneer had made his decision.---The masked man appeared."You have been assigned to a new game," he said.Muneer nodded. "I'm ready."The masked man tilted his head. "You are not like the others. Most players who lose give up. They stop trying. They become shells.""I'm not most players."Th
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Chapter: Chapter 37 The TrapMuneer and Jihad walked toward the exit.The hallway was long. White. Endless. But Muneer could see the door at the end. The door that led to the outside. The door that led to freedom.Jihad walked beside him. The money was in his pocket. Fifty thousand dollars. Enough to save his father. Enough to start over.Muneer had fifty thousand left. Enough for Layan. Enough for her mother. Enough for the debt.They were going home.They reached the door. Muneer reached for the handle.The voice returned."You are not permitted to leave."Muneer froze. His hand hovered over the handle."What?""You have not completed the final round. All players must complete the final round before leaving."Jihad stepped forward. "We won. We have the money. We're done.""The game is not complete. There is one final round."Muneer's chest tightened. "We didn't sign up for more.""You signed up for the games. The games are not over until we say they are over."Muneer looked at Jihad. The teenager's face was pal
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Chapter: Chapter 36 The SeparationThe white room felt different now.Muneer sat across from Jihad. The money was real. Fifty thousand dollars each. Enough to save Jihad's father. Enough to clear Layan's debt. Enough to start over.But the game was not over.Jihad leaned forward. His eyes were bright. His hands were steady."We should stay," he said.Muneer frowned. "Stay?""We won. We're good at this. Together, we can win more. We can double our money. We can be safe. Really safe.""Jihad—""I know. I know it's dangerous. But I can't go home with just enough. I need to be sure. My father's treatments are expensive. What if the money runs out? What if he needs more?"Muneer was quiet. He thought about Layan. About her mother. About the debt that still loomed over them.He thought about the image of the pregnant woman in the doorway. The hope in her eyes. The fear.He thought about his own father. The phone call he had ignored. The guilt he still carried."One more round," Muneer said. "Just one. Then we leave."Jihad n
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Chapter: Chapter 35 The PartnerMuneer sat alone in the white room.The walls were closing in. The light was too bright. His hands were shaking. Ten thousand dollars in debt. He had come here to win money and now he owed money.He thought about Layan. Her face when she found out. Her eyes. Her tears.He thought about the woman, Nadia. A doctor trying to save her mother. She had won. He had lost. He couldn't even be angry at her. Her story was true. Her desperation was real.His story was real too. But it wasn't enough.The door opened. The masked man stood in the hallway."The next round begins now. Follow me."Muneer stood. He followed.---The hallway was longer this time. More turns. More doors. More players in gray sweats, their faces pale, their eyes hollow.They stopped at a door. The masked man opened it.Inside, a room. Larger than the last. A table in the center. Two chairs. A screen on the wall.A figure sat in one of the chairs. Young. Thin. Familiar."Jihad?"The teenager looked up. His face was pale. Hi
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Chapter: Chapter 34 The New GameThe buzzer woke Muneer at dawn.He sat up. The room was white. The walls were white. The light was white. Everything was white.He had not slept.He stood. He splashed water on his face. He looked in the mirror. His eyes were red. His face was pale. He looked like a ghost.He walked to the door. It opened.The masked man was waiting."Follow," he said.Muneer followed.---The hallway was long. White. Endless. They passed doors. Rooms. Other players. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were hollow. They looked like him.They reached a door. The masked man opened it.Inside, a room. Small. White. Two chairs facing each other. A table between them. On the table, a single card."Sit," the masked man said.Muneer sat.The masked man left. The door closed.Muneer sat alone in the white room. He waited.---The door opened.A woman walked in. She was young. Mid-twenties. Dark hair. Dark eyes. She wore gray sweats like him. Her hands were clasped. Her face was calm.She sat in the chair across
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Chapter: Chapter 105 Sharing The NewsThe morning after dinner with Ibtihal's family, Shihab sat alone in his quarters, the satellite phone in his hand. His heart was full, his mind racing with the joy of the previous night. But there was one more call he needed to make. One more conversation that would make everything real.He dialed the number and waited."Shihab?" His mother's voice came through, warm and curious. "You're calling early. Is everything alright?""Everything is perfect, Mama," Shihab said, a smile spreading across his face. "I have news. Big news."There was a pause, then a rustling sound. He could imagine her sitting up straighter, her eyes widening with anticipation. "Tell me.""I'm getting married," he said, the words feeling surreal on his tongue. "To Ibtihal. The engineer I told you about. I asked her father last night, and he said yes."Silence. Then a sound he hadn't heard in years—his mother's joyful cry, a sound of pure, unbridled happiness. He could hear her calling for Ayham in the background,
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Chapter: Chapter 104 Meeting Her FamilyThe satellite phone felt heavy in Shihab's hand as he dialed the number Ibtihal had given him. His heart pounded, his palms were sweaty, and for a moment, he considered hanging up and pretending this conversation had never happened. But then he thought of Ibtihal's smile, the way she had looked at him when she handed him the paper, and he found the courage to press the call button.The line crackled, then connected. A man's voice, deep and warm, answered. "Hello?""Hello," Shihab said, his voice steadier than he felt. "My name is Shihab. I'm... I'm a friend of Ibtihal's. She gave me this number."There was a pause, then a low chuckle. "Ah, Shihab. I've heard a lot about you. My daughter speaks very highly of you.""She's very kind," Shihab said. "I was wondering if I could come to visit. To meet you. And your family."Another pause, longer this time. Then the man said, "We would like that very much. How about tomorrow evening? We'll have dinner."Shihab agreed, his heart soaring, and
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Chapter: Chapter 103 Don't Mess UpShihab walked the perimeter of the Safe Zone, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes scanning the horizon. The morning sun was warm, the sky clear, the air fresh. It was one of those rare days when the world felt almost normal, almost peaceful. He had been taking more of these walks lately, stepping back from the constant demands of leadership, allowing himself to simply exist.The wall was strong. The fields were green. The children's center was buzzing with activity. Everything he had fought for, everything he had bled for, was here. And yet, something was missing. He couldn't quite name it, but it gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, a quiet ache that wouldn't go away."Shihab!" Karam's voice called out from behind him.He turned to find Karam and Jawad approaching, their faces relaxed, their steps unhurried. They had been his brothers in arms for so long, through battles and losses and moments of impossible hope. Now they walked toward him with an almost mischievous glint in
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Chapter: Chapter 102 The Mysterious ComplexThe creature in the cage was unlike anything Ibtihal had studied before. Its dark skin seemed to absorb light, its red eyes tracked movement with an intelligence that was unsettling. It didn't thrash or hiss like the others. It watched. It waited. It studied them as much as they studied it.Ibtihal worked around the clock, her lab cluttered with beakers and vials, her whiteboard covered in new equations. The creature's blood was different—darker, thicker, laced with a protein she had never seen before. It was as if the pathogen had evolved, adapting to the counteragent, finding a new way to survive."This is bad," Ibtihal said, her voice hollow. She stood before the whiteboard, her marker frozen mid-equation. "The counteragent works by blocking the protein that triggers the transformation. But these new creatures—they don't have that protein. They have something else. Something the counteragent can't touch."Shihab stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression grim. "Then we
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Chapter: Chapter 101 Into The FutureThe northern road was a wound in the earth, cracked and overgrown, lined with the skeletons of trees that had died long before the fall. Shihab drove in silence, his eyes fixed on the horizon, his hands steady on the wheel. Beside him, Jawad scanned the tree line, his rifle ready, his finger on the trigger. In the back, Karam monitored the radio, while Ibtihal studied her tablet, her brow furrowed in concentration."The settlement is about twenty kilometers ahead," Ibtihal said, breaking the silence. "According to Rashid, the creatures attacked from the east, using the forest for cover. They came at night, when visibility was low.""Then we set our trap in the forest," Shihab said. "Find a clearing, somewhere we can control the approach. Use the counteragent as bait.""And if they don't take the bait?" Karam asked."Then we find another way."---The forest was dark, the trees pressing close, their branches interlocking overhead. Shihab led the team through the underbrush, their foots
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Chapter: Chapter 100 The ReturnThe return to the Safe Zone was quiet, almost anticlimactic. The boat docked at the port, and the team drove through the ruins, the roads empty, the silence heavy. Shihab's mind was still on the island, on his mother's face, on Ayham's embrace. But as the walls of the Safe Zone appeared on the horizon, his focus shifted back to the present.The gates opened, and they drove through, past the guards, past the children playing in the courtyard, past the hospital where the wounded were recovering. The command post was waiting, its lights burning, its doors open.Jalal met them at the entrance, his expression grim. "We have a problem."Shihab's heart sank. "What kind of problem?""A group of survivors arrived this morning. They came from the north, from a settlement called Al-Mansour. They say a new kind of creature is attacking them—something we haven't seen before. Faster, smarter, more organized. They lost half their people before they could escape."Shihab exchanged a glance with Karam
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