Chapter: Chapter 769Alexander stepped back behind Felicia.He did it the way the old Alexander would have done it — shoulders up, chin down, one hand bunched in the back of her coat like a child in a crowd.She felt the tug and spread her arms without thinking, a nineteen-year-old woman in a travelling coat trying to hide a grown man from twenty rifles.The Second Queen watched them and almost laughed.Behind Felicia's shoulder, Alexander's lips barely moved....The voice did not come from him.It came from everywhere at once, and from an inch inside every ear in the front of that hall — the Queen's, and each of the twenty men in armour — low and dry and very old."I warned this house not to let anyone enter."Twenty visors turned at the same moment."And since you have come anyway," the voice said, "you can die here."...The line of knights broke step.Not much. Half a pace. But these were palace men, picked and drilled, and half a pace from palace men is the same as a scream from anybody else."What
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Chapter: Chapter 768Alex kept moving."It was always a choice," he said. "Be killed by him, or be killed by me. You chose him. You chose to hit me. So this is your payment.""Please. Please don't. I'm sorry—"The man turned to run. Alex took both his arms before he made the second step.And Alex kept moving.Every one of them had been part of it. The side that killed his mother. The people who had treated him like nothing for fourteen years. This was the bill for all of it."Think of it as karma," Alex said, and moved on....That night is the one nobody in that province will ever write down.Thirteen people in that castle lost both arms at the shoulder inside twenty minutes. Every one of them was alive when it happened. Every one stayed conscious for a few minutes after, screaming, shouting, trying to survive. But a human being with both arms gone does not last long. The veins pump the blood straight out.They shouted until they stopped shouting.By half past two, nothing was moving on the west side of
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Chapter: Chapter 767"Please stop!"Felicia got her body across him on the floor and took the next boot on her hip and did not move off."If he dies, every single one of you in this room dies with him! Do you understand what he is? Do you understand whose son that is?"That was what stopped it.Not her crying. Not the blood. The word son.Because a prince is still a prince even when he cannot hold a spoon, and there is a difference between kicking one and having killed one, and five men found that difference somewhere around the fourth second of standing there breathing....One of them spat on the floor beside Alexander's head."For a loser like him," he said, "dead's better than alive. Everyone knows it. His own family knows it."Then Vincent came through the middle of them.He had his napkin still hanging off two fingers, and he put his boot into the side of Alexander's head one more time, unhurried, the way a man kicks a door that has been sticking."You have to learn to fear me," Vincent said. "Do yo
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Chapter: Chapter 766Jericho and the others stayed frightened for nine days.Then nothing happened.Then more nothing happened.And nobody can stay frightened forever of a boy hitting a book with a rock.By the end of the first month Jericho was back at the head of the long table with the silver out.The house adjusted, the way houses do.The curse became one of the facts of working there, like the draught in the east wing.You went blind. You went down to the study. You got it off your chest.You came back up able to see, and by supper you were laughing about it.Some of them found it almost convenient.And when somebody had a bad week of it — three days blind, four trips down to that rug before it took — they did what people do.They stood in the kitchen with a c
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Chapter: Chapter 765"Not now."Alexander muttered the restraint to himself, hovering just two feet behind the man's chair. A single strike would have settled it. Simple.Yet killing one solved nothing—he wanted them all. Precision required patience; he had to separate the sheep from the wolves before the slaughter. No emotional slips. No gray areas. He would strike only when the targets were indisputably marked.He lowered his arm, letting it rest against his thigh...He crossed the rug without a sound and sat where he had been sitting two hours earlier, cross-legged, primer in one hand, smooth grey stone in the other.And he began knocking the stone against the cover again. Slow. Even. Exactly the rhythm a broken seven-year-old had kept for fourteen years.Behind him, Jericho went on talking.He talked the way a man empties a bucket he has been carrying too long — about the coal accounts, about a horse he had sold and written off as dead, about a girl in the village and what it had cost him to make tha
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Chapter: Chapter 764The head butler's room smelled of wine and old smoke, and the window seat where a queen used to sit had a boot on it.Alexander stood in the dark by the wall.Jericho had been asleep for forty minutes.Alexander took the needle out of his sleeve....It was a sewing needle. He had lifted it out of the tin on the shelf in Felicia's corner of the room, the one she kept her thread in.Four hours of cultivation. That was all he had.He balanced the needle on the back of two fingers, sighted across ten feet of dark room, and put it into the base of Jericho's skull with an underhand flick.A hand's width left of the spine. One inch up. Depth of a fingernail.Jericho grunted and turned his face into the pillow.Alexander took out the second needle and put it into the meat below the left shoulder blade, at the point the Xia texts call the gate of the arm.Then he crossed the room, drew both needles out, wiped them on the blanket, and left....He got back into the servants' room without a sou
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Return of Overthinker
When the demon finally harnessed human sins and negative emotions to harvest negative energy, it opened a spatial gate to the planets that were already ravaged by monsters and teeming with dark creatures. The beasts and monsters passed through the gate, unleashing havoc upon Earth. These monstrous creatures caused destruction on a massive scale, pushing the earth toward an apocalyptic catastrophe.
In this dark time, The Creator granted certain humans the ability, marked by symbols on their right hands, to wield the power of gods and angels to combat these dark creatures.
My ability was 'Overthinking,' the weakest, but with hard work, I persisted for 60 years to become the most powerful and the savior of the world. However, in my final moments, I was betrayed by a friend who was born rich and noble, who forced me to die to obtain everything I had worked so hard for. Nevertheless, before my demise, I sent my memories back to my younger years.
This time, I will obtain everything: the best items, the finest women, and the most potent abilities. All will be mine!
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Chapter: Chapter 204I was a bit surprised. "Isn't down there a place where the dead rest, and there is nothing but cold and barren land?" "At first, it was a place full of beauty, but those who did not like it destroyed everything in it, making it cold and barren. I hope you can help those suffering down there find kindness and peace. In truth, you can build a place far more beautiful than the palace of the gods because hell was initially a very beautiful place for those in need." "I accept it wherever You send me." *** In a temple where knowledge was usually shared, several humans who were teachers of various schools gathered to discuss important matters about knowledge. "Hey," said one human to another, "Why did the gods stop sharing their knowledge with us?" "Haven't you heard that the King of the gods, or God Indra, has been replaced?" "Really?" "God Indra is now angry after finding out that knowledge was given to humans by the previous Indra," said another human. "He stopped all knowledge fro
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Chapter: Chapter 203After 1,000 years had passed, the three worlds experienced their golden age. There was no poverty or hunger throughout the three worlds. Everything was going very well. All dimensions entered a golden age because kindness became the most important thing in the three realms. Humans, gods, ashuras, and all beings were directed to continue giving kindness to all creatures. During my reign, everyone competed to do good so that there was no poverty, hunger, or lack. During that time, those who came to me, whether gods, ashuras, or humans, would get what they asked for. I did this as my way of doing good to all beings.One day, a dwarf-bodied brahmin came to my palace. The brahmin, called Vamana, had a body that was only waist-high to an ordinary human. He wore white clothes that wrapped loosely around his small body. However, considering that he was a human and came from the third dimension, being able to ascend to the twelfth dimension where the gods' palace was located was alr
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Chapter: Chapter 202"I don't remember that part," I said. "Because each life makes you forget. I just want to say, if you give the gods' knowledge to humans, won't the gods lose their power? Haven't you humiliated them all? Your strength has made you not understand the feelings of the weaker gods." "Guru, if what you say is true, is my current strength because I was a strong spirit in the past?" He looked at me and weakly shook his head. "No, all spirits start from the same place." "Then why did I become strong?" "You had no fear, and your enjoyment of playing made you keep striving for something greater without caring for your own life." Brihaspati continued, "However, what placed you as King Indra is something else." "What is that?" "A sense of responsibility to protect the weak and make life better for all beings." Brihaspati sighed. "Those who have that sincerity will always be carried by karma and the will of God to re
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Chapter: Chapter 201"Boss, you've become weak," said Raindo, one of the Ashura generals, approaching me. He looked enormous compared to my now smaller form. "You keep spending time in that school and library. You never fight anymore. You're going to become weak, and the previous Indra will soon return to reclaim his throne." "You just don't understand, my brother," I said, still reading a book. "Right now, I am ten times stronger than I was before." "I don't believe it," said Raindo, one of the strongest generals. "Let's test it." "Of course," I said, seemingly unconcerned. "Get ready." "I'm always ready," he replied. As soon as he said that, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, striking his body. He was thrown far, crashing into the palace walls and severely injured. "What happened?" he asked, looking confused and trying to stand up. He didn't know what had hit him. "I just attacked you. I gained the power
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Chapter: Chapter 200“Oh,” I shouted. “That's easy.” Suddenly, I felt very smart. “I have plenty of wealth in the treasury.” Quickly, I ordered several Ashura to bring as much treasure as possible from Indra's vault and distribute it to all the Ashura. All the Ashura were happy. “Look, Guru, haven't I done a good deed? I shared my wealth with them.” I felt pleased. “Fool!” he shouted. “You haven't done a good deed at all. You should have given the wealth to those in need.” I fell silent. Quickly, I ordered all the Ashura to return the treasures they had received. The Ashura didn't need wealth; if there was one thing they needed, it was weapons. They all grumbled, and I quickly asked, “Do you want food and drink or wealth?” “Food!!!!” “Drink!!” None wanted wealth. Suddenly, it dawned on me. Who needs wealth? The Ashura don't need wealth, the gods already have plenty of wealth. The only poor creatures needing wealth are humans
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Chapter: Chapter 199“Prepare all the food and drinks. All the gods must order their servants to bring all the food from their palaces. Call the apsaras, the heavenly maidens, and beautiful dancers. Call the singers and musicians. We will have a party.” So, a grand feast was held for days in the courtyard of Indra's palace. Music, dancing, and food never stopped. After that, the Ashura were left drunk in the palace courtyard. The gods had returned to their respective duties. I moved around to see the entire palace, and suddenly, an old man appeared before me. “What have you done to this place?” the old man asked, looking at the palace's new weapon-laden decor. “Who are you?” I asked, confused. This old man wore the simple clothes of a Brahmana, a single piece of cloth. The Brahmana do not fight, so we never touch them. If they get angry, we could get the worst curses of our lives. But if they are pleased, they could grant us many new and exciting powers. We prefer to appease them and wait for the
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