All Chapters of Awakening Of The Weakest Talent: Chapter 151
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Chapter 148: It's Kyle
The command tent in the Sahara was a hive of tense, disbelieving activity. The alert blared on repeat, a stark contrast to the desolate silence outside. “Single biological signature. Non-hostile. Sector Sierra 7.” The tech’s voice was laced with disbelief. Carter was on her feet, her chair clattering backward. “It’s him. It has to be him.” The words were a desperate prayer. Rush, glued to the scanner, shook his head, his face a mask of analytical skepticism. “The energy signature is… blurred. It reads human, but there’s a residual energy clinging to it I can’t identify. It’s similar to the anchors, but… different. Faded. We can’t assume it’s him. It could be a trick. A mimic.” Lieutenant General Miranda, her features hardened by the loss of Reeves and the strain of command, cut through the debate. “We are not assuming anything. A team will investigate. Immediately. But you will proceed with extreme caution. Weapons hot. If it’s not Anders, if it’s some new form of infiltra
Chapter 149: Distractions
The wall behind Derek's expansive desk was a single pane of smart glass, currently tuned to a live, silent feed of the city skyline at night. His personal comm unit, a device of sleek, black obsidian, chimed softly. He picked it up without looking, his gaze still fixed on the city. The message was from Devon. The package was delivered. The event was… chaotic. The target was injured but survived. She suspects nothing. I will find another opportunity. Derek’s lip curled in a silent snarl of disappointment. Failure, even a temporary one, was an irritant. Sophie Wolfe was a loose end, a variable that needed to be eliminated. Her connection to Kyle Anders made her a vulnerability, a potential lever they could not allow to exist. He dropped the phone onto the desk with a dismissive clatter. Irritation was a luxury he could not afford for long. He stood and walked to the section of bookshelf, the hidden scanner humming to life at his approach. The door slid open, revealing the descend
Chapter 150: Whispers in the Ward
The small, sterile room in the temporary quarters felt even smaller with the weight of Kyle’s story hanging in the air. He told Carter everything. The non dimension of swirling chaos. The legion of monsters. The terrifying, beautiful form of the One Below All. Her offer his mother, his revenge, peace. The brutal psychological warfare of the Rex puppet. His refusal. His vow. Carter listened, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and awe. She didn’t interrupt. She just absorbed the impossible reality of it. When he finished, she was silent for a long moment, simply staring at him as if seeing him for the first time. “My God, Kyle,” she finally whispered, her voice shaky. “I can’t even… to have faced that… and to have said no…” She reached out and took his hand, her grip firm. “You are the strongest person I have ever known.” The validation was a balm, but it couldn’t erase the cold dread that came with the memory. “She’s not done, Carter,” he said, h
Chapter 151: The Equalists
The silence was the worst part. For seventy-two hours, the world held its breath. Satellites scanned, military bases stood at ready, and the teams what was left of them waited. But no new tears opened in the sky. No monsters clawed their way into city streets. The constant, background hum of dread that had defined the new normal faded into an eerie, unsettling quiet. In the makeshift command center in the Sahara, the mood was tense. "It's a tactical pause," Lieutenant General Miranda Hernandez stated, her voice cutting through the anxious silence. "They're regrouping. Changing strategy. We do the same. All teams are on standby, but we shift focus to intelligence. Still keep watch we don't know what is going on or what those creatures might have in store next" she said But the first blow didn't come from the sky. It came from the streets. The video appeared everywhere at once. On news networks, social media feeds, public screens. It was professionally produced, stark and powerf
Chapter 152: The First Equalizer
The feed showed chaos in downtown Aura City. A community center that had been converted into a shelter for Gifted refugees was under siege. A cordon of police vehicles was being pushed back by a crowd of hundreds, a sea of featureless white masks under the afternoon sun. "See?" Rush pointed at the screen in the back of the rapidly deploying transport vehicle. "They're using coordinated sonic pulses. Low frequency. It's disorienting the police, disrupting their coordination. This is military grade crowd control tech." "Where are they getting it?" Carter asked, checking the charge on her non lethal pulse rifle. The rules of engagement were strict: minimize casualties. It was a policy that felt dangerously one sided. "Where do you think?" Kyle muttered, staring out the window as the city blurred past. The answer hung in the air, unspoken. West Star Labs. They arrived to a scene of surreal violence. There were no monsters, no energy blasts. Instead, the air thrummed with the aggres
Chapter 153: Scam
Kyle stood frozen, the Equalist’s words echoing in his head. “You’re the reason my sister is dead.” The man’s raw, grieving hatred had been a physical blow. Before being shoved into a police transport, the masked figure twisted in the officer’s grip, his blank face turning toward Kyle. “You see?” the man spat, his voice cracking with emotion. “Harassing commoners trying to protect our own! You’re no different from the monsters! You just wear a human face!” The spittle landed on Kyle’s cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. He just stood there, the accusation searing into him. Was there a sliver of truth? Had their fight to save the world caused as much collateral damage as the monsters themselves? “Kyle?” Carter’s hand was on his arm, her voice soft with concern. “Are you okay?” He blinked, pulling himself back from the edge of the man’s pain. “I’m cool,” he said, the lie automatic. He finally wiped his face with the back of his glove. “Let’s just get this wrapped up.” Johnny kicked
Chapter 153: Scam
Kyle stood frozen, the Equalist’s words echoing in his head. “You’re the reason my sister is dead.” The man’s raw, grieving hatred had been a physical blow. Before being shoved into a police transport, the masked figure twisted in the officer’s grip, his blank face turning toward Kyle. “You see?” the man spat, his voice cracking with emotion. “Harassing commoners trying to protect our own! You’re no different from the monsters! You just wear a human face!” The spittle landed on Kyle’s cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. He just stood there, the accusation searing into him. Was there a sliver of truth? Had their fight to save the world caused as much collateral damage as the monsters themselves? “Kyle?” Carter’s hand was on his arm, her voice soft with concern. “Are you okay?” He blinked, pulling himself back from the edge of the man’s pain. “I’m cool,” he said, the lie automatic. He finally wiped his face with the back of his glove. “Let’s just get this wrapped up.” Johnny kicked
Chapter 154: Attacks
Lieutenant General Miranda Hernandez stared at it, her arms crossed, her jaw tight. “This isn’t a victory,” she said to the room, her voice cutting through the quiet. “This is the eye of the hurricane. Why is it that hours without recording any portal energy sign..then came a group of people called equalizers or equalist trying to divide the world...it's like the whole thing is planned...like a video game or something ....they are making the people turn on the one's that protect them. Us. Our own people.” She turned to the team. “The focus remains. I want every Equalist incident analyzed. I want patterns. I want a source. But stay vigilant. The moment we drop our guard against the otherworldly threat is the moment it returns.” The order felt futile. How do you fight an enemy that has simply… paused? Kyle needed to get out. The sterile, tense environment of the base was suffocating. He needed a reminder of what they were fighting for. He found Samantha at her apartment, and they
Chapter 155: Conspiracies theorist
"Okay, I'm officially declaring this the worst pre mission breakfast ever," Johnny announced, his breath misting in the cool air. "We should be eating something heroic. Steak and eggs. Pancakes stacked to the ceiling. Not... whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the bustling, slightly grimy street food stalls. "We're blending in, you idiot," Axel retorted, though her eyes were scanning the crowd, noting the tension in people's shoulders, the way they avoided eye contact. "Heroic breakfasts tend to stand out." "Blending in is overrated. I'm a beacon of hope and frosty goodness. I can't be expected to dim my light for the sake of covert ops." Johnny spotted a stall with a picture of a golden, greasy fish and chips. "Aha! Acceptable compromise. The food of the people, with enough grease to power a small engine." They joined the line. The vendor, a tired looking man with a kind face, was handing out orders with practiced efficiency. Taped to the front of his cart, amidst picture
Chapter 156: The Crusade
Dusk bled into night as the unmarked van idled in a shadowy alley several blocks from the old Grand Theater. The building, a relic of a more opulent era, was now surrounded by a quiet, purposeful crowd filtering inside. The mood was not one of celebration, but of grim determination. "Final comms check," Carter's voice was calm in their earpieces. "Remember, we are observers only. In and out. General's orders are explicit: identify the leader, do not engage." "Copy that, Mom," Johnny muttered, adjusting the civilian jacket that felt too tight across his shoulders. "Sit quietly, don't make a scene, watch the crazy people chant. Got it." Kyle said nothing, his eyes fixed on the theater's ornate doors. His instincts were screaming that observation was a luxury they wouldn't be afforded tonight. They left the van and melted into the stream of people heading for the entrance. The crowd was a mix of ages and backgrounds, united by the white masks many carried, though few wore them o