All Chapters of Awakening Of The Weakest Talent: Chapter 251
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Chapter 243: Wrong
Katherine’s phone buzzed, jarring her from the budget report she was pretending to read. An internal Guild line. "Katherine speaking." "Secretary Katherine," a crisp, unfamiliar male voice stated. "Apologies for the late hour. This is Operations Command. We’re doing a final check – has Hunter Kyle Anders reported back to your department?" Katherine frowned. "Anders? No, he’s currently deployed. Rank 6 dungeon, Jenna’s team." Confusion prickled. Why were they asking? "Acknowledged," the voice continued, sounding detached. "But the dungeon... it destabilized approximately ninety minutes ago. The dungeon signature vanished completely." Vanished? Katherine sat up straighter. "What are you saying? Did the team clear it?" A pause. "Negative. No communication received. No Hunter egress detected from the site before collapse. Team Leader Jenna and her A-ranks are officially designated MIA." MIA. The word hung heavy. An entire A-rank team, gone. And Kyle with them. "We’re confirming sec
Chapter 244: I Promise
Katherine stared at the shattered plate, then back at Kyle's unnervingly calm face. "Jenna tried to kill you? Kyle, this... this is insane.""Is it?" His voice remained flat. "Or is it just Tuesday in the life of a Hunter?"She took another shaky step back. "Okay. Okay, let’s say... let’s say I believe you. The team is dead. Jenna betrayed you. You somehow survived. Now what? You can’t just walk into the Guild like this.""Exactly," he confirmed. "They’d lock me up. Dissect me. Or worse.""So what do you want?" she asked, dread pooling in her stomach."A cover story," he said simply. "One that fits. One they’ll accept."His plan unfolded with chilling precision. He wouldn’t report back immediately. Instead, he needed to be found. Near the dungeon site. Critically injured. Barely alive. Suffering from trauma-induced amnesia. The sole, miraculous survivor of a mission gone horribly wrong."Amnesia?" she whispered, horrified. "Injured? Kyle, you’re talking about—""Injuring myself," he f
Chapter 245: We meet again
Castlery Rock sat like a shard of obsidian against the bruised twilight sky.Inside, the air was still and cool, smelling faintly of old stone and expensive, exotic tea. Polished black marble floors reflected the light filtering through high, narrow windows.Ery moved with silent grace, her steps making no sound. She poured steaming amber liquid into a delicate porcelain cup, the faint clink echoing in the cavernous chamber.Lord Chromos sat impassive in a high-backed chair carved from petrified wood, his fingers steepled before him, eyes closed as if in meditation. Waiting.Then, the faintest whisper of disturbed air.Viv materialized near the grand entrance, melting from shadows that weren’t there a moment before. She stumbled slightly, catching herself before she fell. Her usual predatory poise was fractured, replaced by a hurried, almost desperate energy she fought to conceal. Her cloak was damp, clinging slightly, her breathing faster than usual.She straightened instantly, smoot
Chapter 246: Cecile
The woman moved with silent confidence, pulling the visitor chair closer to the bed with a soft scrape against the floor. She sat, crossing her legs elegantly, the silk whispering against itself."We never formally met," she began, her voice smooth as polished glass, yet holding an underlying chill. "I am Cecile. A senior member of the Hunter Association’s Oversight Division."Her sharp eyes scanned him, taking in the bandages, the IV drip, the feigned weakness. "I came to discuss the incident at the Rank 6 dungeon."Kyle kept his expression carefully blank, injecting a note of confused effort into his voice. "Incident? I... I don’t remember much, ma’am. They said... amnesia?" He looked towards where Katherine had been, as if seeking confirmation.Cecile’s polite smile didn’t reach her eyes. "Yes. The official report mentions severe trauma. Miraculous survival." She leaned forward slightly, the smile thinning. "Tell me what you do remember, Hunter Anders. Anything at all. The team? Th
Chapter 247: Cecile II
The smell of slightly overcooked rice and fried meat filled the kitchen.Natalie slammed the lid onto a brightly colored lunchbox, harder than necessary. "Stupid Kyle," she muttered under her breath, shoving it into a carry bag. "Nearly dies, comes back acting weird, gets himself broken again..."Worry gnawed at her. The way he looked in that hospital bed... pale, bandaged, but those eyes. Blank. Like someone had scooped out the real Kyle and left an empty shell."Maybe I should just lock him in the basement," she grumbled, grabbing her keys. "Can’t get hurt if he never leaves the house. Stupid, reckless idiot."She sighed, the anger deflating into exhaustion. He scared her. He scared her so badly.She opened the apartment door, ready to face the drizzle and the trip across the city.And froze.Standing directly outside her door, blocking the way, were two figures. They were massive, easily topping seven feet, broad-shouldered and radiating quiet menace. They wore immaculate black sui
Chapter 248: Cecile III
Cecile watched, that infuriatingly calm smile still playing on her lips. "All that power," she mused, loud enough for Natalie to hear clearly from where she huddled near the kitchen doorway, "and still so predictable." She stepped closer, ignoring the splintered remains of the door, ignoring the barely contained violence radiating from him. "Your little act in the hospital? Quite convincing, for a time." Her eyes narrowed, glittering with sharp intelligence. "But the energy signature doesn’t lie, Hunter Anders. The Mana Cell. A prized artifact belonging to my masters." She tilted her head. "Why hide it? What secrets are buried beneath that ridiculous amnesia routine? How does a D-rank nonentity suddenly wield power that shatters seasoned Hunters?" Her voice dropped, becoming smooth, possessive. "So many questions. Questions my superiors are very eager to ask." She gestured dismissively. "That Mana Cell belonged to them long before you stumbled upon it. And now... by extension..."
Chapter 249: Amnesia or?
The Guild lobby buzzed, louder than usual. Or maybe it just felt that way because every head seemed to turn when Kyle walked through the double doors the next morning. Whispers followed him like shadows."Is that him?""Anders? No way he’s walking already...""Looked like death warmed over yesterday.""Heard the whole team got wiped... how’d he survive?""Amnesia, they’re saying. Convenient, right?"Kyle kept his gaze forward, his expression carefully neutral, projecting weary confusion. Inside, his cores were hard at work, his body almost fully repaired. He ignored the stares, the muttered speculation.’Let them talk,’ he thought, the cold logic overriding any embarrassment. ’Suspicion is better than dissection.’He spotted Lisa leaning against a pillar, talking animatedly with another swordsman. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw him. Excusing herself, she pushed through the small crowd gathering near the mission board and walked straight towards him."Kyle?" She stopped a few f
Chapter 250: Meeting with the Association
He looked at her, truly looked at her. The Guildmaster. Zara. The woman who’d shown him kindness, who seemed genuinely concerned. But the Association... Cecile... they wouldn’t stop. The lie was already fraying.Trust her? How much?His cores hummed quietly. The cold logic of the Mana Cell warred with a flicker of something else, something almost human.He sighed, the sound weary, letting the carefully crafted mask slip just a little."Okay," he said, his voice losing some of its deliberate weakness. "The amnesia... it’s bullshit."Zara leaned forward, her eyes sharp, missing nothing. "I suspected as much. Tell me."He recounted the mission. Jenna’s focus on the artifact. The Queen. The overwhelming power. Jenna’s betrayal, the sword through his chest.He described absorbing the Mana Cell during the revival, though he framed it as a desperate, accidental fusion during his ’death’. He mentioned fighting the Queen, but heavily downplayed his dominance, implying a chaotic struggle where
Chapter 251: Ambush
Outside, the city felt grey and indifferent. Cars slicked through damp streets. People hurried, heads down, unaware of the cosmic games playing out in the shadows. He walked aimlessly at first, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the immense power within him a restless, humming presence.The meeting with Cecile. Another performance. Another layer of deceit. How many more until the truth crushed him? Or until they simply decided the lie wasn’t worth dissecting?He turned a corner, the buildings growing rougher, the air thickening with familiar smells. Rust. Rot. Neglect. Without conscious thought, his feet had led him back towards the edge of the city.Force of habit? Or something else?Then he saw him.Across the street, near the mouth of a narrow, garbage-choked alleyway. Small figure, oversized jacket clinging damply. Quick, furtive movements. Leading a woman – young, maybe early twenties, clutching a worn handbag, her eyes wide with nervous uncertainty – deeper into the shadows.Riko
Chapter 252: Viv
Viv walked the crowded streets of Necrus, a ghost in plain sight. A subtle manipulation of her aura, a slight shift in posture, and she was just another face, lost in the flow. Humans were so easily deceived.’This place hasn’t changed,’ she thought, her eyes scanning the familiar architecture – the mix of gleaming towers and crumbling districts. A chaotic, fragile energy pulsed beneath the surface noise. ’Still smells the same. Desperation and cheap fuel.’Her primary objective was clear: find the boy. Kyle Anders. Observe. Report. Eliminate if necessary, capture if possible. Chromos’s orders were absolute.But first...She changed direction, weaving through alleys, her steps silent. The scent guided her – sugar, cream, a hint of vanilla. A memory stirred, something almost pleasant from a previous, less complicated visit.She arrived at a small, unassuming shop tucked between a pawn broker and a noodle bar. "Mama Elara’s Pudding Emporium." The painted sign was faded, chipped. Perfect