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 247 Terrible Company After pushing back over two thousand Ghouls in a relentless battle, Ali and Marwan finally disengaged. They melted away from the main road, disappearing into a labyrinth of abandoned farms to lose their pursuers and snatch a moment of rest. They had bought the civilians precious time to escape; now, they needed to recover.They found refuge in the dusty silence of an old, deserted farmhouse. As Ali checked the power levels on his Sword of Light, Marwan broke the quiet, his voice heavy with fatigue and frustration."You were reckless out there," Marwan stated, not looking at him as he cleaned his own blade. "You wasted energy on flashy moves that served no purpose."Ali looked up, a defensive edge in his voice. "Look who's talking. You're the biggest show-off on the battlefield.""See! That's exactly what I'm talking about!" Marwan said, finally turning to face him, his expression tense. "You've been a Knight for two years yet you already compare yourself to veterans who have been figh
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Chapter: Chapter 246 The Spy In The Shadows Hazim drove the armored vehicle south at breakneck speed, the Black Knight a silent, brooding statue in the passenger seat. Their mission was critical: to stem the tide of Ghouls flowing toward the populated cities. They didn’t even have to reach the border to find the enemy. On the road, they encountered scattered packs of the creatures. Each time, they didn't slow down; Hazim would expertly maneuver while the Black Knight unleashed devastating fire from the roof-mounted turret, obliterating one Ghoul after another."Twenty... twenty-five..." Hazim counted under his breath, his voice grim. "They're already so deep inside."The Black Knight’s only response was the relentless chatter of the heavy machine gun.When they finally arrived at the border region, the sight that greeted them was more chilling than they had imagined. It wasn't just a scattered horde; it was a full-blown army, camped and organized. Worse, they could see the distinct, powerful forms of the Ghoul generals gathered
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Chapter: Chapter 245 The ResilientsHaitham and Hadi arrived at the rural frontline to a scene of utter chaos.Civilians were fleeing in panic, their screams mingling with the distant snarls of Ghouls. From his motorcycle, Haitham’s sharp eyes immediately caught the most immediate threat. A massive, bull-like Ghoul, wielding a huge axe, was demolishing a farmhouse. Worse, it had stepped directly into the path of a truck overloaded with fleeing people.The truck’s driver slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt just meters from the monstrous creature. The Bull-Ghoul roared, raising its axe high to cleave the vehicle in two.“I'll cover the civilians!” Haitham yelled, gunning his motorcycle’s engine.He sped forward like a blur. Leaping from the bike, he summoned his giant hammer mid-air and slammed into the Ghoul with all his might. The impact was thunderous, knocking the beast away from the truck and onto the ground.Haitham landed on his feet, not wasting a second. “You ugly brute! Try picking on someone your own size
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Chapter: Chapter 244 The Real BeastsThe armored car carved a path through the open desert, its heavy tires kicking up plumes of dust as it raced toward the southeastern border. Inside Ali’s hands were steady on the wheel, while Marwan’s gaze was fixed on the horizon.Suddenly, dark creatures flew above them, almost distorting the pale blue sky. Marwan leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Look! There," he said, his voice a low growl.Ali followed his gaze to a swirling swarm of Ghouls, monstrous hybrids of giant crows and hawks, flying with malevolent purpose directly toward the distant city of Askalan. Marwan’s body tensed. "Stop the vehicle! I have to face them now, before they reach the city!"But Ali’s hand shot out, gripping Marwan’s arm firmly. "Wait! Malik is expecting them in the city. Don’t worry, he will stop them. He’s the most experienced with this type. Let us be the ones to stop them here, before the army of ghouls forces us to fight in the streets of Askalan."Marwan paused, the conflict clear on his face
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Chapter: Chapter 243 The Black Huntress Harith stepped out of the airport terminal, the familiar humid air doing little to soothe his jet lag. But the scene before him was not one of weary normality. It was chaos. Travelers were abandoning their luggage, screaming as they ran towards the car parks. A police officer was shouting into a megaphone, his voice nearly lost in the panic: "Evacuate immediately! Proceed to designated shelters! Do not return to your homes!"His eyes were drawn to the massive news screen towering over the departures lane. The usual flight information had been replaced by a stark, red emergency broadcast.[BREACH CONFIRMED. GHOUL HORDES INSIDE THE BORDER.ALL CIVILIANS: SEEK SHELTER.REPEAT: THIS IS NOT A DRILL.]Footage showed blurry, terrifying images of twisted, snarling creatures pouring through a shattered energy barrier, overrunning military positions on the outskirts. The capital was next.Harith’s military instincts kicked in, washing away his fatigue. He dropped his suitcase, keeping only his
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Chapter: Chapter 242 The War BeginsThe control room was a chaos of shattered glass, sparking consoles, and the fading green afterglow of the breached barrier. In the center of it all, Walid struggled against the unyielding grip of Marwan, a triumphant sneer still plastered on his face."Your strength is meaningless now!" Walid spat, even as Marwan forced his arms behind his back. "The doors are open! You've already lost!""Shut up," Marwan grunted, pulling a set of zip-ties from his belt with practiced efficiency. He secured Walid's wrists with a vicious tug. "You talk too much for a man who got caught."Ali swiftly subdued the last of Walid's lackeys, tying his hands as the sound of bootsteps echoed down the hall. Hamza and Nawras burst into the room, weapons raised, with Fadi and his colleagues close behind."The situation?" Hamza asked, his eyes scanning the ruined control panels."It's over here. But out there..." Ali trailed off, gesturing to the main viewing screen that showed the gaping hole in the barrier. The
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Chapter: Chapter 32 The Bravery Of The Younger Brother The room was silent, save for the ragged sound of their own breathing and the distant, fading moans of the horde. They were a sorry sight, dripping pool water onto the cracked floor, shivering in the cool air."We can't stay here," Shihab said, his voice low but firm. The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind a deep, bone-weary exhaustion and a simmering anger he was struggling to contain. "The noise or the smell will draw them back. We must move."He led the way, his crowbar held tight, as they slipped out of the building through a side gate. The street was eerily quiet, a testament to the diversion Shihab had created. A few blocks away, they spotted their salvation: a dusty red car parked nearby, its driver's side window smashed, likely from an old looting attempt."Check it," Shihab ordered Karam, while he kept watch, his eyes scanning the shadows.Karam peered inside. "Keys aren't in it. But the steering column is exposed, Ayham, you’re the expert. Can you hotwire it?"Ayham, stil
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Chapter: Chapter 31 The Scent of ChlorineShihab fought like a man who had already lost everything, which, to him, he had. From the rooftop, Karam watched in horror, his shouts swallowed by the chaos below."Shihab, no! Pull back! It's a suicide mission!" Karam screamed, his voice raw. But Shihab was beyond hearing. Each shot from his pistol was a step closer to his brother, each fallen zombie a number counted in his head.Then, the pistol clicked empty for the final time.The sudden silence was more terrifying than the gunshots. The horde, sensing his vulnerability, pressed in with renewed hunger.Shihab turned and ran, diving back through the building's main doors and slamming them shut. He shoved a heavy reception desk against them, but it was a temporary fix. The doors shuddered under the weight of the bodies outside.He was trapped in the lobby, weaponless. The pulsing red dot on his mental map was so close, yet completely out of reach. He frantically searched the reception area, throwing open drawers. Nothing. A fire ex
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Chapter: Chapter 30 The Count to FiftyShihab drove like a man possessed, the truck's headlights cutting through the deepening gloom. The coordinates from Karam burned in his mind. Every second felt like an hour, every shadow looked like his brother.He took a shortcut through a neglected industrial park, the road little more than a dirt track. The recent rains had turned sections into a bog. The truck’s tires spun, then sank, digging themselves deep into the thick mud."No, no, no!" Shihab slammed his hands on the steering wheel. He threw the door open, intending to push, but froze.The sound of the struggling engine had drawn them. Dozens of figures emerged from between the decaying warehouses, their groans forming a horrifying chorus. He was surrounded, cut off from the truck.Panic threatened to choke him. Ayham was waiting. Karam was waiting.The panic hardened into a cold, sharp rage. He reached into the truck, grabbing his rifle and a pistol. He didn't think about the danger. He didn't think about the noise. He thou
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Chapter: Chapter 29 The Static and the SilenceFor two days, Shihab and Jawad’s search for land felt like a cruel joke. Every promising spot, a community garden gone to weed, a flat rooftop, a cleared lot on the city's edge was either swarming with infected or drew them like flies the moment they set foot near it.They’d spent the morning sprinting away from a pack that had emerged from a ruined supermarket adjacent to a perfect, sun-drenched plot of land."Again!" Jawad snarled, bending over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "It's like they're guarding the stupid dirt! Every single time!"Shihab leaned against a crumbling wall, equally frustrated. They were wasting energy and ammunition. He watched a lone infected shambling in a wide circle farther down the street, oblivious to them. An idea, desperate and dangerous, began to form."Okay," Shihab said, straightening up. "New plan. We use their numbers against them."Jawad looked at him like he was crazy. "How? Ask them nicely to leave?""No," Shihab said, a focused
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Chapter: Chapter 28 The Bandaid and the Bleeding WoundTariq led them through a maze of crumbling alleys to a small, battered door. The smell of sickness and despair hit them before they even stepped inside. The single room was dark and damp, a makeshift curtain separating the sleeping area. On a thin mattress on the floor, three small children lay listlessly, their breathing shallow and raspy. Their eyes were too big for their thin faces, and the shape of their bones was visible under their skin.In a corner, a woman who looked like a ghost from exhaustion tried to quiet a newborn’s weak cries. She barely had the strength to rock the baby. There was no food in sight. Only a single, empty pot sat by a cold hearth.Jawad stopped in the doorway, his usual tough exterior completely shattered. He just stared, his jaw clenched tight. Ayham turned his face away, unable to hide his horror.Shihab felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. He had seen hunger, but this was different. This was a slow, quiet fading away.Tariq stood by the door, asham
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Chapter: Chapter 27 The Cost of FlourThe next morning, the nightmare was still fresh in Shihab’s mind, a dark stain on his thoughts. He found Ayham making breakfast , humming quietly to himself. The casual normalcy of it, after the horror Shihab had envisioned, was too much to bear.“Ayham,” Shihab began, his voice more strained than he intended. “I’ve been thinking. You should go to Al Noor Island.”Ayham paused his humming but didn’t look up. “What? Why?”“To be with the family. With Mom and the others. They’re safe there. You should be safe there, too.”Now Ayham looked up, his brow furrowed in confusion. “But I am safe. I’m here with you.”“It’s not safe here!” Shihab’s voice rose, edged with the fear from his dream. “It’s dangerous every single day. You’re too young for this.”A defiant look flashed in Ayham’s eyes. He put the frying pan down and turned to his brother. “I’m not too young. I’m a Peace Seeker now. I want to help people, just like you do.”“That’s not the point,” Shihab argued, trying to keep his tone
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Chapter: Chapter 35 The First Live StreamZaid was practically floating down the path to his dorm, his phone feeling like a winning lottery ticket. A new system quest had just popped up.[Film Another Viral Video.][ Reward: 200 Dinars.] He was already mentally on cloud nine. Now with the money he saved up, he can get a new phone for his mom, a beautiful new abaya for his grandma for Eid, and maybe even those cool shoes he’d been eyeing. Life was looking good for him.His happy daydream was shattered by a familiar, sickening sound: laughter mixed with pleading. He looked over toward the campus garden. The same group of Blue Card bullies was back, stomping through Salim’s carefully tended flower beds. Salim was frantically trying to stop them, his voice trembling."Please, stop! This is my project! My grade depends on it!"One of the bullies just shoved him aside. "Who cares about your stupid flowers?" Another laughed and threw a basketball, which hit Salim squarely in the chest, making him stumble back.A hot wave of anger w
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Chapter: Chapter 34 Mr Popular Bassam was quietly sketching at his desk, but for unknown reasons, his art was odd and abstract, a sharp contrast to his usual realistic style.Zaid, watched from his bed, he frowned as he failed to connect the lines and understand where this art was going to. "Hey, Bassam. What's all that?" he asked, pointing at the sketchbook. "It looks... different."Bassam didn't look up. "It's just how I feel today," he mumbled, his pencil moving in quick, agitated strokes.Zaid tried to understand, leaning closer. "Yeah, but what does it mean? Is something wrong?"Before Bassam could answer, Zaid's phone buzzed loudly. A bright notification flashed on the screen:[Quest Complete: Viral Launch!][Reward: The reward has been transferred to your wallet.]"Yes! We did it!" Zaid yelled, jumping up from the bed, his focus entirely on the phone. "The first video hit 50,000 views!"He was so excited he completely forgot about Bassam. When he finally looked up, he saw Bassam silently gathering his drawin
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Chapter: Chapter 33 Partners First FightThe next morning, Zaid and Khamis were huddled outside the school building, figuring out their plan.“Okay, so we can’t film inside the classrooms,” Khamis said, stating the obvious. “That’s a problem.”“Not a problem!” Zaid said, holding up his phone. “We’ll do it like a mini-documentary. I’ll take quick clips before and after each class, and then I’ll just talk over them. Easy!”He hit record and started his video with a big smile. “Hey everyone! Welcome to a day in my life at school! First up… Arabic class.”He showed a quick, shaky clip of the classroom door. In a voiceover, he explained, “So, back in my old school, I was the king of Arabic. But here? It’s a whole different story. The kids in this class write poetry that would make Al-Mutanabbi himself feel average. Me? I’m just trying to remember the grammar rules.”Next, he cut to the gym. The clip was short and brutal: a dodgeball flying straight into Zaid’s face. He groaned in the voiceover. “And this is gym. I hate dodgeball.
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Chapter: Chapter 32 First Video Zaid and Khamis were busy setting up for Zaid’s first vlog video. Tripods were being adjusted, and Khamis was fiddling with a microphone, telling Zaid to speak up for a sound check.Suddenly, Zaid’s phone buzzed loudly on the desk. He picked it up, his eyes scanning a new message on the screen. It was from the system.[New Quest: Viral Launch][ Objective: Get over 50,000 views on your first video. ][Reward: 150 Dinars.]A huge, determined grin spread across Zaid’s face. He shot up from his chair, nearly knocking over a lamp.“YES! Today is the day!” he shouted, pumping his fist in the air. “We are going to break the internet! I’m going to pull myself together and make this the best video ever!”Khamis flinched at the sudden noise, clutching his chest dramatically. “Will you keep your voice down!” he hissed. “You’ve been jumping around and startling me since the day I met you! My heart can’t take it!”But he couldn’t help but smile a little at Zaid’s sudden burst of energy. ___The
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Chapter: Chapter 31 The Start Of The Journey A few days later, Zaid was already giving up on weightlifting. His arms still ached from his session with Hossam, and the whole thing just felt too hard. Instead, he found himself focusing more on his laptop, learning about cameras and editing from Khamis.They were sitting in Khamis's room, and Zaid was complaining. "I've been trying to get bigger, you know? Gain some weight and get stronger. But it's impossible."Khamis stopped scrolling on his phone and looked up, a lightbulb practically appearing over his head. "Wait, that's it!" he said, pointing a finger at Zaid. "That's your channel. Your whole thing."Zaid looked confused. "What is?""Your journey!" Khamis explained, getting excited. "We'll film the whole thing. You show yourself trying to lift, failing, all of it. People love that stuff. Show your progress in every video. Make it funny. And you can read books about healthy food, make videos about easy health tricks, how to make cheap, good meals... it's perfect!"Zaid made a
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Chapter: Chapter 30 Shattered Self EsteemThe dorm room was quiet, save for the low hum of Zaid’s laptop. He was hunched over it, scrolling through pages of weightlifting equipment, lifting belts, weightlifting shoes, gloves, he was trying to figure out the cheapest way to start his new ‘quest’. The price of 500 dinars was motivating, but the initial cost to get started was a problem.The door creaked open and Bassam walked in, his shoulders slumped. He tossed his bag onto his desk with a heavy thud, the sound making Zaid look up.“That’s it,” Bassam announced, his voice flat and tired. “Last time I go home for the weekend. The only way I’m going back is if my uncle comes here and drags me home himself.”Zaid minimized the browser window. “Whoa, what happened?” he asked, turning in his chair to face his roommate.“Nothing. It's just... I don’t know,” Bassam muttered, not making eye contact. He started unpacking his bag with rough, jerky movements. “I’m just sick of it. I’m sick of being the charity case, the kid nobody reall
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