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 384 The Young TeacherThe morning sun was still low over the eastern ridge, casting long amber fingers through the chain-link fence surrounding the base's secondary training yard. Laith stood at the edge of the worn concrete, arms crossed, watching his four remaining students cycle through their drills. Three of them: Yazeed, Qasim, and Tamir had finally begun to move not as soldiers mimicking foreign movements, but as warriors who had absorbed those movements into their own flesh and blood.The fourth, a quiet marksman named Rafiq, was still struggling. Laith made a mental note to work with him individually later. But today, his attention was captured by Yazeed.Yazeed was a lithe, whipcord-thin young man from the southern desert tribes. For weeks, he had frustrated Laith with his tendency to turn every technique into something overly elaborate, adding flourishes and spins that compromised efficiency. But something had clicked in the past three days. His movements had tightened, the extraneous motion stri
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Chapter: Chapter 383 Three BrothersThe training yard behind the Knights' headquarters was quiet in the late afternoon, the sun casting long shadows across the worn mats and training dummies. Ali stood with his arms crossed, watching his two younger brothers run through a basic disarming drill for the seventh time. Samir's footwork was sloppy, and Sami kept telegraphing his strikes by tensing his shoulders a full second before moving."No, no, stop," Ali called out, his voice carrying that particular tone of exhausted resignation that had become his default when dealing with them. He stepped forward, separating the two panting youths. "Sami, you might as well send the Ghoul a formal invitation to your attack. Your shoulders are screaming 'I'm about to hit you' from across the room. And Samir, your stance is so wide I could drive a truck through it. You're not trying to wrestle a bear; you're trying to maintain mobility.""But Marwan said a wide stance gives better stability," Samir protested, wiping sweat from his foreh
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Chapter: Chapter 382 A Long WarThe air in the professor's study was thick with the scent of old paper, dust, and the sharp, clean aroma of ozone from multiple humming computer towers. Professor Elias Nazzal, a historian and linguist whose name was whispered with reverence in academic circles and suspicion in others, pushed his spectacles up his nose, his finger tracing a line on a yellowed parchment laid out under the glow of a magnifying lamp."This," he said, his voice a low, urgent rumble, "is not just a political land grab, Hazim. It is a ritual."Hazim leaned over the desk, his eyes scanning the intricate, angular script that was definitively not Arabic, nor any human language. It was Ghoul script, transcribed from fragments found in raids over the years. The parchment was part of a much larger, pieced-together translation Nazzal had been working on for a decade."They—the government of UFN, or rather, the Ghouls within it, are not just building an administrative complex where the Grand Mosque stands," Nazzal
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Chapter: Chapter 381 The Silence Of The NightAli took Sami to a doctor and luckily his little brother was in perfect shape. No Ghoul-tainted cuts, no internal injuries from the suplex or the subsequent terror. Ali, who had stood silently by during the examination, his face etched with deep fatigue, felt a knot in his chest loosen infinitesimally.“He is fine. Just needs rest, and perhaps a long talk about workplace safety,” the doctor had said with a knowing, but careful, smile.Now, Ali drove them back to the main Knights’ headquarters, the silence in the car a complex tapestry. It wasn’t the angry silence from before, nor the usual dismissive quiet. It was a heavy, processing silence. Sami stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past, his knuckles white where they gripped his knees. The adrenaline had fully receded, leaving behind a hollow, trembling awareness of what he had done, and what had almost happened.When they entered the common area of the HQ, they found Samir alone, hunched on a worn sofa, staring blan
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Chapter: Chapter 380 A New KnightThe high-frequency shriek of the Ghoul died abruptly as Ali’s powered fist, channeling the last surge of his armor’s capacitor, punched clean through the cracked obsidian carapace and into the unnatural creature beneath. There was a sickening crunch, a final, spasmodic twitch of the blade-like limbs, and then the creature collapsed into a smoldering heap of inert chitin and viscous, black fluid.Ali stood over it, his primary focus shifting to tactical assessment. The immediate threat was neutralized, but the breach protocol was clear: sanitize and secure.For the next ten minutes, he moved through the ravaged sub-level with methodical precision. He checked every shadowed corner, every toppled equipment rack, using his armor’s multi-spectrum scanners to detect any residual heat signatures or anomalous energy readings. He found none. The intruder had come alone, died alone. He reached the sealed door of Professor Riyad’s safe-room.“Professor, it’s Ali. The hostiles are down. Single en
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Chapter: Chapter 379 A ProtectorAli’s black Modern car screeched to a halt in the executive parking lot. In the passenger seat, Sami, his younger brother, was still rubbing his neck, his eyes slightly unfocused."Stay here," Ali commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He didn't even look at Sami as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the building's main entrance, where Fadi was already waiting, his face grim. "Lock the doors. Do not get out of this car for any reason. Do you understand?""But I can help!" Sami protested, the words slurring slightly from his lingering dizziness. "I've been training! I can—"Ali turned sharply, and the fury in his eyes was so raw it stole Sami’s breath. "You are not ready! You're dizzy from your own brother's amateur suplex! You would be a liability, a distraction, a target. You will stay. Here."The words were a cold slap. Before Sami could muster another protest, Ali was out of the car, the door slamming shut with finality. Sami watched, seething with a mix of shame and frustrati
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Chapter: Chapter 114 Family DramaThe weekend at home had become a rare, precious thing. Zaid's schedule, even with Imran's ruthless optimization, still devoured most of his time. But he had carved out this Saturday, determined to check on his mother, to see Sami, to remind himself that there was a world beyond analytics and deadlines.His mother was doing well. The diabetes management had become routine—her blood sugar readings were stable, she had adjusted to the new diet, and there was color in her cheeks that had been missing for months. She moved around the kitchen with her old efficiency, preparing lunch, humming a melody from an old Fairuz record. The relief Zaid felt was profound, a quiet gratitude that the diagnosis had not been the catastrophe he'd feared.But Sami was a storm cloud on the sofa.His younger cousin sat hunched over his phone, scrolling with aggressive intensity, not looking up when Zaid entered. His responses were monosyllabic grunts. His usual easy smile was absent. When their mother asked h
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Chapter: Chapter 113 A ConfessionThe video of Zaid learning to make kibbeh had done something no amount of levelling up videos or fashion campaigns had managed. It had made people feel something genuine, not for his face or his follower count, but for the quiet, respectful way he had listened to Umm Salim, the seventy-two-year-old woman who ran a tiny, beloved kibbeh shop in the old district.The concept had been pure Imran—find a small, authentic business with a compelling owner, pair Zaid with them, and let the human connection do the work. But the execution had been all Zaid. He hadn't performed humility; he had simply been humble. His flour-covered hands, his genuine frustration when the bulgur-to-meat ratio was off, the way his face lit up when Umm Salim finally declared his third attempt "acceptable." And then, at the end, when she had patted his cheek and called him "ya waladi," he had smiled and said, softly, "You remind me of my grandmother."The camera had caught the slight warmth in his eyes before he look
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Chapter: Chapter 112 Business MeetingThe first official “business meeting” of the new partnership was held in Zaid’s dorm room, the air thick with a tension sharper than any model contract negotiation. Khamees had arrived with a storm cloud hanging over him, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall as far from the desk as possible. Imran sat at Zaid’s small study desk, his tablet propped up, the very picture of calm, irritating competence. Zaid stood in the middle, feeling like a referee at a duel.“Alright,” Zaid began, his voice too loud in the quiet room. “We’re all here. We need to figure out how this works.”Imran didn’t look up from his tablet. “The operational framework is clear. I provide strategic direction and capital oversight. Khamees executes on content production and platform management under my directives. Zaid is the primary talent and public face. Our first objective is to leverage the notoriety from the Summit loss into a sustainable narrative arc that increases engagement by at least 35% within the
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Chapter: Chapter 111 ConfrontationThe fragile, uneasy peace Zaid had brokered with Khamees and the terrifying knowledge gifted by Bassam made him feel like he was walking a high wire over a pit he’d only just discovered. He moved through the school with a new, hyper-awareness, seeing potential threats in every glance. His attempt at normalcy, attending a study group in the library with Hosam and Karam—was shattered when Fares stormed in, his usual veneer of aloof superiority replaced by raw, incandescent fury.He didn’t bother with greetings. He slammed a printout on the table in front of Zaid, making the others jump. It was a grainy, long-lens photo from the local society pages. It showed the entrance of the Al-Andalus Center on the day of the summit. In the foreground, unmistakable, was Zaid, getting out of the hired car, his face clear. The caption read: “Exclusive Gathering of Young Innovators at Al-Andalus.”“A ‘Young Innovator’?” Fares spat, his voice trembling with outrage. “You? How? How did you get an invite
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Chapter: Chapter 110 The TruthThe silence in the days that followed was a physical presence. Khamees was gone, a ghost haunting the chat logs with nothing but automated "Read" receipts. Bassam moved through the school corridors like a shadow, his eyes avoiding Zaid's, their easy camaraderie replaced by a wall of unspoken dread. Zaid’s world had narrowed to the cold, transactional exchanges with Imran, who had indeed installed his own "more efficient" systems—project management software, brutal performance dashboards, and a schedule of "capacity-building quests" that felt like homework from a robot overlord.The weight of the isolation finally grew too heavy. On the fourth day, Zaid cornered Khamees in the library, where his former friend was hiding behind a stack of computer science textbooks."Khamees, please. Just talk to me."Khamees didn't look up. "What's there to talk about? The new CEO has everything under control.""It's not like that," Zaid insisted, lowering his voice. "Listen. Yes, it's messed up. Yes,
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Chapter: Chapter 109 The CatastropheThe weight of the new partnership agreement was a digital shackle, heavy in Zaid’s inbox. He had signed it, transferring authority over his online life to a fourteen-year-old he barely knew, all to pay a debt he never understood he was taking on. The first order of business, according to Imran, was “organizational alignment.” This meant introducing him to the current social media manager: Khamees.Zaid found Khamees in his dorm room, surrounded by three screens displaying channel analytics, editing software, and a spreadsheet for upcoming potential brand deals. He looked up, a tired but familiar smile on his face. “There you are. You vanished for two days. I was starting to think you got kidnapped by a rival brand. So? The big secret event? How did it go?”Zaid didn’t smile back. He stood stiffly in the doorway. “Khamees, there’s someone you need to meet.” He stepped aside.Imran walked in. He was dressed in neat, unassuming clothes, a tablet tucked under his arm. He surveyed the room
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Chapter: Chapter 73 A Devil's BargainThe satellite phone's chirp was a sound that always sent a jolt through Shihab, a tether to the most precious part of his heart that was far away. He answered it in the quiet of his quarters, his voice softening instantly. "Ayham?""Hey, brother," Ayham's voice came through, clearer and stronger than it had been in months. The background noise was the gentle crash of waves, a sound unimaginable in the dust of the city. "Just checking in. How's the empire building?"A genuine smile spread across Shihab's face. For the next half-hour, he talked. He didn't give a leader's report; he gave a brother's story. He told him about the wall, stone by backbreaking stone. He described Ibtihal and her tech, the clash and eventual fusion. He talked about the near-disaster at the landfill, leaving out no detail of his own foolishness, and the humbling rescue. He told him about Zayn and Layan, about Dr. Sami and the clay filters, about the football games in the dust. He painted a picture not just of s
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Chapter: Chapter 72 A Real Team The journey back from the landfill was a somber affair, but the silence was soon broken by Karam. Leaning against the seat in the truck, he let out an exaggerated sigh.“You know,” he began, his voice carrying through the cabin, “I’ve seen some crazy plans. The bus jump. The fire extinguisher on the roof. But trying to bury a thousand zombies under a mountain of garbage by yourself? That’s a new level of… let’s call it ‘creative problem-solving.’”A low chuckle rippled through the others. Ibtihal, her face still smudged with gunpowder residue, shook her head with a wry smile. “Statistically, it was an intriguing model. The funneling theory was sound. The failure point was the reliance on a single-point detonation trigger without a redundant backup. A rookie mistake, really.”“A rookie mistake from our fearless leader,” Jalal added, his tone dry but not unkind. “Next time you decide to single-handedly re-engineer the local topography, maybe run the wiring diagram by the class first?”S
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Chapter: Chapter 71 Saving The HeroThe pre-dawn air was cold and still, thick with the smell of damp earth and decay from the landfill bowl below. Shihab moved like a specter, placing Ibtihal’s acoustic emitters along the access road. Each one was set to activate in a staggered sequence, creating a piercing, irresistible siren song that would lead the dead on a forced march into his trap. In the narrow throat of the central trench, he and Jawad had spent the previous night secretly laying the electrostatic nets, their wires hidden under filth, connected to a single remote trigger in Shihab’s hand.He stood now on the northern rim, looking down at the silent pit. The zip-line was anchored behind him, its cable a faint glint in the gloom, leading to the safety of the opposite ridge where Jawad was supposedly positioned with a rifle. Shihab’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and grim determination.“It’s time,” he whispered to himself, and pressed the first button on his makeshift controller.
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Chapter: Chapter 70 A Crazy Plan.The decision was made, the contract rejected. Yet, like a ghost, it lingered. It haunted Shihab in the quiet moments. As he walked the rising wall at dawn, the rhythmic clink of trowels on stone seemed to whisper a thousand, a thousand, a thousand. When he reviewed their ledgers with Ibtihal in the evenings, the columns of scarcity screamed for a solution the gold mine promised.He began a silent, obsessive study. He pored over their inventory lists—ammunition counts, fuel reserves, medical supplies dwindling faster than they could scavenge. He listened intently to the reports from the port traders, men who sailed between fledgling sanctuaries on Al Noor Island and elsewhere. They spoke of a new economy emerging from the ruins, one running on bullets, antibiotics, fuel, and precious metals. A single gold coin, one trader claimed with a glint in his eye, could buy a crate of penicillin or a ton of seed grain from the agricultural communes springing up in the south.He watched the child
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Chapter: Chapter 69 The Tough Choice The afternoon sun was warm, and the shouts of laughter were a medicine more potent than anything in the hospital. Shihab was in the middle of the dusty field that served as their football pitch, expertly dodging Zayn’s attempt to tackle him before passing the ball to a squealing Layan. The weight of command, the endless logistics of the wall, the silent pressure of a hundred lives depending on him—it all melted away in the simple, joyful chaos of the game. For a few precious minutes, he was just a big brother playing with the kids.Then, the world fractured at the edges. A familiar, cold blue light flickered, intruding upon the golden sunlight. The laughter, the shouts, the thud of the ball—all of it receded into a muffled hum as the translucent screen materialized directly in his line of sight.[New Contractual Proposal Generated]Objective: Eliminate one thousand (1000) zombies. Hostiles must be terminated within a 72-hour window following contract acceptance. Area of engagement is
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Chapter: Chapter 68 The Safe Zone The northern reservoir mission had been more than a success; it had been a fusion. The clean water flowing into the hideout's storage tanks symbolized something purer than hydration, it was the lifeblood of a newly unified community. No longer the "Peace Seekers" and "Team X," they were now one entity, with a shared purpose that demanded a monumental new task: not just defending a hideout, but securing a future.Standing on the roof of their headquarters, now buzzing with coordinated activity, Shihab addressed the assembled group. Over a hundred faces looked back at him, seasoned fighters, brilliant engineers, hardened scavengers, and hopeful newcomers. The scale of what he was about to propose was written in the weary but determined lines of their faces."We have water," Shihab began, his voice carrying easily in the quiet morning air. "We have food growing. We have skills, and now, we have true strength in numbers. But we are still just an island in a sea of chaos. The hordes grow,
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