All Chapters of Awakening Of The Weakest Talent: Chapter 141
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Chapter 138: Depth
The Nereus detached from its docking clamps with a series of heavy, mechanical thunks. For a moment, it hung suspended in the moon pool, surrounded by the dim, artificial lights of the underground facility. Then, with a low thrum that vibrated through the deck plates, the magnetohydrodynamic drives engaged, and the vessel began to sink. The light from above faded quickly, replaced by the inky blue of the open ocean. Soon, even that was gone, swallowed by an absolute, profound blackness. The only illumination came from the console lights inside the sub, casting the crew's faces in eerie, shifting glows, and the powerful external beams that cut twin cones through the eternal night outside. Kyle stood by the main viewport, his hands resting on a cool metal rail. He watched as the last faint traces of sunlight vanished, leaving a world of nothing. It was a void, a perfect representation of the emptiness he felt inside after the funeral. The anger was still there, a cold stone in
Chapter 139: Depth {pt.2}
The Nereus continued its silent descent, leaving the ghostly wreck of the Liberty's Call behind in the eternal dark. The oppressive quiet had returned, heavier now, weighted by the image of the ruined warship. Kyle remained at his post by the viewport, but his gaze was distant. The crushing pressure outside seemed to mirror the pressure building inside him. A soft chime from his personal comm unit, a sound muffled and strange in the dense atmosphere of the sub, broke his reverie. He pulled it out, the screen casting a pale blue light on his face. The name on the display made his breath catch. Sophie. The message was simple. Sophie: Hey. Just checking in. How are you? He stared at it. suprised cause Solphie isn't the person to send a text out of know where. Buh somehow he was glad that she texted him. The world of the surface, of sunlight and normalcy, felt a million miles away. His fingers hovered over the screen. Still, a part of him, the cold, angry part nurtured by Carter
Chapter 140: invitation
The sterile, humming silence of the Star Labs R&D wing was a second home to Sophie . She saved her work with a final, decisive tap on her holographic interface, the complex quantum state equations winking out of existence. The faint glow of the city through her office window was the only light left. She was done for the day. The weight of her, her brother and the even more unsettling questions from Derek West felt heavy on her shoulders. She just wanted to go home, to her quiet apartment, and try to forget the strange undercurrents pulling at her life. She slid her tablet into her bag and stood, smoothing her lab coat. As she turned to leave, a figure detached itself from the shadows of the corridor, leaning casually against her doorframe. "Miss Solph. Burning the midnight oil?" Sophie started, her hand flying to her chest. "Mr. West. You startled me." Devon West stood there, a picture of casual arrogance in a tailored suit that probably cost more than her monthly salary.
Chapter 141: A toast to tragedy
The Apex was everything Sophie Wolfe hated. The music was a throbbing, bass heavy pulse that vibrated through the polished floor. Lasers cut through a haze of artificially generated fog, illuminating the smug, self congratulatory faces of Star Labs’ elite. She felt like a ghost at a feast, utterly out of place in her simple cocktail dress amidst a sea of designer labels and calculated glamour. She’d almost talked herself out of coming a dozen times. But Devon’s words “Father insists” echoed in her mind. Refusing a direct, if veiled, order from Derek West was not a career moving decision. So, she’d come, holding her clutch bag like a shield, sipping a club soda she had no intention of finishing. Devon West held court at the center of it all, a king surrounded by his fawning courtiers. “Ladies and gentlemen! The brilliant minds of tomorrow!” he announced, his voice slick and amplified. The crowd cheered. “A toast! To you! To the innovation, the dedication, the sheer genius tha
Chapter 142: The Abyss Claims Its Own
Seventy two hours. That was how long they had lived in the crushing, silent womb of the Nereus. The world had shrunk to the constant hum of life support, the glow of console lights, and the endless, oppressive blackness beyond the viewport. The encounter with the wreck was a distant memory, a ghost story from the upper layers. Now, they had reached the bottom of the world. The external lights cut through the water, illuminating a landscape that was truly alien. The seabed here was not flat, but a series of bizarre, mineralized spires that rose like the ruins of a sunken city. And there, nestled between two particularly large formations, was their target. It wasn't a fortress or a ziggurat. It was the anchor. But it was different. Larger. More… organic. It looked less like a machine and more like a grotesque, metallic heart that had been grafted directly onto the ocean floor. Veins of pulsating violet energy throbbed across its obsidian surface, and the familiar, hateful hum vib
Chapter 143 : Free Fall
“KYLE! KYLE, ANSWER ME! WHERE IS HE? WE HAVE TO GO BACK! TURN THIS THING AROUND!” He was fighting against his harness, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated panic, tears mixing with the sweat on his face. He was a man unhinged, his best friend, his brother in arms, just ripped away into nothingness. “Johnny, stop!” Axel yelled, her own voice cracking with a terror she’d never shown before. She unstrapped and grabbed him, using her bionic strength to physically restrain him from lunging at the controls. “You’ll get us all killed!” “I DON’T CARE! HE’S OUT THERE!” “He’s GONE, Johnny!” The words were a sob torn from her throat. “The portal closed! There’s nothing out there!” From her seat, Strawberry watched the chaos. Her usual serene composure was gone. In its place was a look of profound, unsettling concern. Her small hands were clenched into fists in her lap. “This is not good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet it seemed to suck the sound from the room. “This was
Chapter 144: Free Fall {pt.2}
Kyle's POV The transition was not a journey but a severing. One moment, the crushing pressure of the deep sea, the violent tug of the kraken's tentacle, the shrieking void of the portal. The next silence. A silence so absolute it was a sound in itself. A pressure so immense it felt less like weight and more like the universe itself was holding its breath. I gasped, but there was no air to pull into his lungs. Yet, i did not suffocate. I simply… was. He floated, untethered, in a realm of non Euclidian nightmare. This was not space. It was the between. The place behind the cracks. The "sky" was a swirling vortex of colors that had no name, bleeding into one another in a constant, nauseating dance. jagged, obsidian spires that defied gravity twisted up from a "ground" that seemed to be made of solidified shadow and molten, violet energy. In the distance, things that might have been mountains or the ribcages of dead gods pierced the chaotic horizon. The air or what passed for i
Chapter 145: The Offer
The silence that followed her offer was heavier than the ocean’s depths. Kyle floated in the heart of madness, the legion of nightmares his audience, the embodiment of chaos his proposer. Work with me, Kyle, the One Below All whispered, her voice a symphony of temptation. I know you. I have woven threads of your pain into the very fabric of my being. Your anger is a melody I know by heart. Your grief, a language I speak fluently. She gestured around them, at the swirling, violent dimension. All of this? This war? These monsters spilling into your world? It is a game between her and I. A petty, eternal squabble. You are just a piece on the board she moved to gain an advantage. She fuels you with lies of destiny and purpose to make you fight her battle. She took another step, her form seeming to both recede and grow larger, encompassing his entire vision. But I can offer you truth. I can offer you an end to the game. The constant fighting, the loss, the fear… it can all stop. The
Chapter 146: Blast From The Past
The sight of Rex, here, in this dimension of nightmares, was a sucker punch to Kyle’s soul. It was impossible. It was a violation of reality itself. “You…” Kyle breathed, the word barely a whisper lost in the oppressive hum of the realm. Rex’s violet eyes glowed with malicious delight. “Surprised, commoner?” he sneered, his voice a grotesque parody of the boy he’d been, now layered with a sibilant, otherworldly echo. “You left me here. You got your fancy powers and you ran. You left me to die in the dark.” He took a step forward, cracking his knuckles. A nimbus of dark, crackling energy a sickening mix of violet and pure black swirled around his fists. It wasn't a gifted power. It was something else. Something demonic. “But she found me. She showed me what real power feels like. And now,” he grinned, a predator’s smile, “I’m gonna return the favor. I’m gonna kill you slowly.” He moved. There was no wind up, no telegraph. One moment he was ten feet away, the next his fist was
Chapter 147: Shattering the Echo
The ossified bone platform cracked under the force of Rex’s shadow clad fist. Kyle rolled with the impact, the vibrations jarring his teeth. He came up swinging, his daggers a blur of matte black against the hellish glow. He nicked Rex’s arm, but the wound sizzled and closed with tendrils of violet energy, leaving no mark. “Is that all?” Rex spat, his voice a distorted mockery. “You hit like you did in the cafeteria. Weak.” Kyle didn’t rise to the bait. He pushed harder, a feral grin spreading across his face. He began to press the attack, using a combination of wind enhanced speed and precise, brutal knife fighting. He feinted low, swept Rex’s legs with a gust of wind, and drove a knee into his chest as he fell. For a glorious second, he had the upper hand. But Rex just laughed from the ground, the sound empty and cold. He surged up with impossible speed, a wave of pure force erupting from his body. It caught Kyle square in the chest, lifting him off his feet and slammin