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 311 The Final Feast A roar of pure fury erupted from Yajij, a sound that seemed to tear the very fabric of reality. The shock of the Black Knight's blade piercing his hide was not just physical; it was a profound insult to his millennia of invincibility. As the dark sword withdrew, Yajij spun with a speed that defied his grievous wound, his claws slashing through the air where the Knight's head had been a fraction of a second earlier. The Black Knight had already leaped back, landing in a defensive crouch.But he had not retreated out of fear. It was part of the plan."Now, Hazim!" the Black Knight's voice boomed, a rare, raw urgency in its metallic tone.As Yajij turned, he found himself not facing his attacker, but trapped. A circle of brilliant, white light had erupted on the ground around him, lines of ancient, glowing runes forming a constricting prison. And standing at its edge, directly before him, was Hazim. His comrade's face was a mask of determination, his hands clutching the activated sealin
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Chapter: Chapter 310 A Faith Of SteelThe smell of blood and metal filled Ali’s nostrils as he pushed himself onto his knees, the world swimming back into focus. The shame of his defeat was a cold stone in his gut, but the sight of the three titans clashin the Old Man, Hazim, and the Black Knight against a furious Yajij ignited a different, more stubborn fire within him. Despair was a luxury they couldn't afford. Giving up was not an option.With a grunt of effort, he ripped the ruined, smoldering helmet from his head and tossed it aside, the shattered visor reflecting the chaos around him. The cool air on his face was a shock, but a clarifying one. He began to crawl, then stumble, towards a nearby pile of wreckage where the armor of fallen knights lay discarded and broken.Haitham, leaning heavily on a sword he found on the battlefield watched him with weary concern. "Ali? What are you doing? You need to fall back to the medical tents."Ali didn't look up, his fingers frantically sifting through a mangled chest plate. "I
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Chapter: Chapter 309 The Unnatural Order The air in the heart of the battlefield grew still and heavy, charged with a primordial intensity that made the very light seem to dim. The lesser clashes, the skirmishes of knights and Ghouls, faded into a distant murmur, forgotten by all as the two true titans faced each other. The Old Man, now fully transformed into a bestial engine of destruction, and Yajij, the ancient source of all their suffering, stood as the final, opposing poles of existence.For the first time, the mocking, perpetual smile had vanished from Yajij’s face. In its place was a raw, bestial snarl of focused rage and, for the first time in millennia, a flicker of genuine apprehension. The creature before him was an abomination, a violation of the natural order he embodied.The Old Man’s voice, a guttural rumble that was more felt than heard, echoed in the minds of Hazim and the Black Knight. “Stay back. Do not intervene. This one… is mine.”There was a finality in the command that brooked no argument. This was no
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Chapter: Chapter 308 Illusions The tide of battle had seemingly turned. The ground was littered with the still forms of fallen Ghouls, and the knights fought with the weary determination of those who could see a path to victory. Yet, in the command center, Hadi’s brow was furrowed, his eyes scanning the tactical holograms with growing unease. Something was wrong.“The numbers don’t make sense,” he muttered, more to himself than to Hasan, who stood beside him, his own arm bandaged from a recent wound. “We’ve cut them down by the score, but the pressure on our lines hasn’t diminished. It’s as if… as if they aren’t truly falling.”Hasan nodded grimly, his sharp eyes having caught the same discrepancy. “I’ve seen it too. On the western flank, we dropped a dozen with rocket fire. They fell and did not move. But minutes later, when I looked back, the same dozen were still there, unmoving. They are not dissolving into ash. They are just… lying there. If we don’t understand why, our men will be struck down by sheer exhaust
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Chapter: Chapter 307 The Arrival of A New HopeThe command center was a cacophony of controlled panic, but for Hanin, the world had narrowed to a single, silent video feed. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the console, her eyes fixed on the drone's-eye view of the battlefield."He's not responding," she whispered, her voice tight with fear. "Professor, his vital signs are offline. The communication system in his helmet is completely dead." She could see Ali's body, slumped and motionless, his iconic golden armor now scarred and dulled. His head was hung low, obscuring his face from the drone's camera, a posture of utter defeat that terrified her more than any battle cry.Professor Riyad placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "The armor took the brunt of the corrosive blast. The systems are fried, but the structural integrity seems to have held. He is alive, Hanin."But Hanin wasn't listening to the technical analysis. Her heart ached for the man on the screen. She watched as Haitham knelt beside him, speaking wor
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Chapter: Chapter 306 Shattered Pride The air crackled with power as Ali, defying Hazim’s roared command to withdraw, became a golden comet of suicidal bravery. His pride, stung by Yajij’s threat and his own desperate need to prove himself, overrode all sense of self-preservation. Instead of evading, he poured every ounce of his energy into a final, decisive thrust aimed at the deep gash he had already carved into Yajij’s neck.He never reached his target.A contemptuous, guttural sound erupted from Yajij, not a roar, but a focused expulsion of breath. It was a cloud of corrosive, green-tinged vapor that hit Ali head-on. The advanced metal of his helmet sizzled and melted on contact. The concussive force behind the blast was like a physical wall, slamming into him and hurling him backward as if he were a discarded leaf. He crashed to the earth with a sickening thud, his Sword of Light skittering from his grasp. His helmet, now a half-molten wreck, sparked and died, its internal systems overloading and failing into total
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Chapter: Chapter 64 The Fragile VaseThe 400 dinars felt like a warm, heavy coin in Zaid’s pocket, a tangible symbol of his success. He wanted to share that feeling, to translate the digital victory into a physical gesture of love for the two women who meant the most to him. On his way home, he stopped at the finest confectionery in the market and bought a large, elegant box of his mother’s favorite almond chocolate. Then, he went to the florist and selected a vibrant bouquet of jasmine and roses, their scent filling the small shop, because he knew his grandmother loved nothing more than the simple, fragrant beauty of fresh flowers.He pushed the apartment door open, a smile already on his face. "I'm home! And I come bearing gifts!"The silence that greeted him was heavier than usual. The air was still. Then, he heard it, it was a low, ragged moan from his grandmother's room. His smile vanished. He dropped the gifts on the counter and rushed to her doorway.The sight stole the air from his lungs. His grandmother, the so
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Chapter: Chapter 63 The Long Road The weeks that followed their walkout from Amera's villa were not glamorous. There were no limousines or glittering villas. There was only the quiet, relentless grind of the plan. Khamis, humbled and refocused, became a machine of efficiency. The whiteboard in his room was a mosaic of color-coded content calendars, analytics reports, and strategic goals. Zaid, trusting his manager completely, devoted himself to being the best on-screen talent he could be.They followed Om Salah's advice to the letter. They drafted a formal partnership contract with the help of the lawyer she recommended, a dry, meticulous man who made them define every possible contingency. It was boring, but it made their alliance feel legitimate and secure. They diversified, creating short, punchy clips for other platforms, and Zaid only accepted affiliate deals for products he actually used and liked. The growth was no longer a dramatic spike, but a steady, upward-trending line on a graph, a line built on a found
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Chapter: Chapter 62 Walking AwayThe wrought-iron gates of the villa swung open silently, revealing a sprawling property that looked more like a resort than a home. Zaid and Khamis exchanged a wide-eyed glance as they were led down a manicured path by a soft-spoken assistant. This was a different world.Amera Show was even more charismatic in person, her smile dazzling as she greeted them. "Zaid! Khamis! Welcome, welcome! So excited to have you here!" She gave them a grand tour of her empire: a sun-drenched studio with professional ring lights and backdrops, an editing suite that looked like mission control, and a garage that housed a collection of sleek, expensive cars. She casually pointed out a glass case filled with glittering jewels. "Just some pieces from a collaboration," she said with a wave of her hand.Zaid felt like he was in a dream. This was it. The pinnacle. Khamis was practically vibrating beside him, whispering, "See? This is success. This is what we're building towards."They were introduced to her
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Chapter: Chapter 61 A Mentor and An Offer The air in the small, off-campus shawarma shop was thick with the scent of garlic sauce and grilled meat. Zaid pushed the food around his plate, his appetite soured by a lingering guilt he couldn't shake. Bassam, observing his friend's mood, ate in his usual quiet manner before breaking the silence."I talked to mother about you," Bassam said casually, wiping his hands on a napkin.Zaid looked up, surprised. "You did? Why?""Because you're trying to run a business with a clown as your manager," Bassam replied, his tone dry but not unkind. "She was impressed, actually. She said building a personal brand from nothing at your age shows initiative. She said if you're serious about it, she has some... what did she call it... 'business hacks.' She offered to give you some advice, if you want it."The offer cut through Zaid's gloom like a spotlight. Om Salah wasn't just kind; she was a sophisticated, successful woman. Her advice wouldn't be about algorithms or content ideas—it would be abou
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Chapter: Chapter 60 The Price of the PlanThe "Level-Up Weekend" was a grueling, two-day marathon of content. Khamis, true to his word, had orchestrated a flawless production. The stream was a whirlwind of challenges, guest appearances from other creators, and expertly timed interactive segments that kept the audience engaged and the follower count climbing at a steady, exhilarating pace. On camera, Zaid was all energy and charm, the rising star his audience loved. Off-camera, he was a ghost, his smile vanishing the second Khamis called "cut."His heart was a stone in his chest. The phone call with his mother replayed in his mind on a loop."Mama, I'm so sorry, I can't make it home this weekend. Something... something really important came up with the channel.""Oh." The single word was a universe of disappointment. "I see. Okay, habibi.""What's going on? You said it was important.""It's... it's nothing urgent," she had said, her voice carefully light. "Your grandmother's back is very bad, she can't cook or clean. And I'm h
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Chapter: Chapter 59 The ManagerThe silence in Zaid’s room was broken only by the frantic, futile clicking of his mouse. He was trying to edit a simple vlog about his day, but the footage was a mess, the audio was out of sync, and the final product looked amateurish. The 20,000-follower goal loomed like a distant mountain, and he was stuck at the base with no climbing gear. The 400-dinar reward for Sami’s tuition felt further away with each passing, unproductive day.He slammed his laptop shut. There was only one person who could do this. The one person he dreaded asking.He found Khamis not in his room, but in a secluded corner of the library, surrounded not by textbooks, but by thick volumes on business management and marketing. He looked up as Zaid approached, his expression neutral, guarded.“Khamis,” Zaid began, his voice low. “I need your help.”Khamis closed his book with a soft thud. “No.”“Just hear me out—”“I said no, Zaid,” Khamis interrupted, his voice flat but firm. “I’m done with that life. I’m not a
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Chapter: Chapter 54 The Balm To Their Hearts The first light of dawn was just beginning to paint the hideout’s walls in shades of grey and gold when Shihab’s phone chimed with a soft, distinct tone he had been waiting weeks to hear.It wasn't the crackle of the radio, but the sound of a social media notification. His heart leaped into his throat. Weeks ago, in a moment of desperate hope, he had sent a message into the digital void to his mother’s account: Mom. We are alive. We are in the city. Are you and the others safe?He had checked every single day. Every day, the message remained unread. Until now.With trembling fingers, he unlocked the screen. There it was. A single line from his mother, Umm Shihab.'My son. My brave boys. We are safe. On Al Noor Island. Your father is with me. The internet is finally stable. Please, answer me.'Tears instantly blurred his vision. He didn’t type a response. His thumb, shaking uncontrollably, hovered over the voice call button. He pressed it, his breath held tight in his chest.The line r
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Chapter: Chapter 53 A Warm Day The morning sun was warm on Ayham’s face, unlike the cool, damp earth beneath his feet. For the first time in weeks, the air he breathed didn’t smell of dust, or fear. It smelled of turned soil and the hopeful scent of green things pushing their way toward the light. He stood at the edge of the newly tilled field, a place they now called "Fadil's Folly" with a tone of deep affection. Riham held his left hand, Omar his right, their small grips tight and trusting."They need this," Ayham had insisted to Shihab that morning. "They need to feel the sun, not just see it through a window. They need to run."Shihab, seeing the desperate hope in his brother's eyes, had agreed immediately. He had organized a heavy guard detail, positioning Peace Seekers with rifles at a discreet perimeter around the field. But within that secure bubble, a different kind of day was unfolding.Mr. Fadil, his hands caked in rich soil, looked up from his seedlings and smiled, his weathered face crinkling. "Ah! My
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Chapter: Chapter 52 New Purpose The days at the hideout began to blend into a gentle, if fragile, rhythm. The frantic energy of survival was slowly being replaced by the quieter, more deliberate work of healing. Ayham’s body was mending, the vivid bruises fading to a sickly yellow, the sharp pain in his ribs subsiding into a persistent ache. But the deeper wounds, the ones carved by fear and helplessness, were slower to close.He had become the center of a small, quiet universe inhabited by Riham and Omar. They were his shadows, their small hands perpetually finding his, their eyes following him wherever he moved. If he shifted in his sleep, one of them would stir. If he stood to get water, two small figures would silently appear at his side.One afternoon, he was sitting on a threadbare rug in a patch of sunlight, slowly trying to restore mobility to his stiff fingers. Riham and Omar watched him with solemn intensity."Does it hurt?" Riham asked, her voice barely a whisper."Not so much anymore," Ayham said, offeri
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Chapter: Chapter 51 A Chance To Breath The first thing Ayham became aware of was a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to radiate from every part of his body. The second was a small, warm weight pressed against his side. He forced his good eye open, the effort Herculean. The world was a blur of soft, diffused light. As his vision cleared, he saw a head of dark and messy hair tucked under his chin. Riham was curled against him, fast asleep. On the other side, Omar was slumped in a chair pulled up close to the bed, his head was resting on the mattress near Ayham's hand.A wave of profound, disorienting relief washed over him. They were safe, and he was out.He tried to move his hand to touch Omar's hair, but a sharp, stabbing pain in his ribs stole his breath. The gasp he let out was raspy and weak.Instantly, a figure stirred in a chair in the corner of the room. Shihab was there, his head snapping up. He looked… drained. There were deep, bruised-looking circles under his eyes, and his face was gaunt with a fatigue that seem
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Chapter: Chapter 50 Dreamless NightThe battered jeep screeched to a halt inside the Peace Seekers' compound, its arrival met not with cheers, but with a surge of frantic activity. The triumphant return was a somber, medical emergency. Shihab practically fell out of the driver's side, his own body trembling with a delayed shock."He's in here! Karam's hurt too!" he yelled, his voice raw, as he wrenched open the back door.The sight of Ayham, unconscious, bruised, and caked in dried blood, sent a wave of gasps through those gathered. Hands reached in, carefully extracting him onto a waiting stretcher. He was frighteningly light, his body limp. Karam staggered out under his own power, but his face was a mask of pain. He clutched at his left shoulder, where a dark, ominous stain was rapidly spreading across the bandages, the old gunshot wound torn open during his brutal fight with the guard."Get them to the hospital. Now!" someone shouted.The journey to the fortified hospital was a blur of speed and silence. Shihab sat i
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Chapter: Chapter 49 Out Of The Fire The air in the Peace Seekers’ hideout was electric, Shihab stood before the map, his finger planted firmly on the auto garage on Commercial Street. The red dot in his mind was a beacon, a constant, pulsing reminder that his brother was within reach.“We will go tonight,” Shihab had said, his voice leaving no room for debate. “No more waiting.”The plan was simple, brutal, and relied on perfect timing. “Jawad, you’re our rock,” Shihab had directed. “You must find a perch opposite the main entrance. When I give the signal, you open fire. Not to kill everyone, but to make a hell of a noise. Draw every one of Qasim’s men to the front.”Jawad had simply nodded, already mentally calibrating the scope on his M4.“Jalal, you’re with him,” Shihab continued. “You'll provide close support, watch his back, and make sure no one flanks his position.”Jalal, his face still pale but his eyes sharp, had affirmed with a grim, “Understood.”“Karam, you’re with me,” Shihab said, turning to his friend, wh
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