All Chapters of Omnix: Celestial system : Chapter 151
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Chapter 150: Friendly Folks(1)
It was early in the morning, and the city was quieter than it usually was. Perhaps it was due to the major catastrophic incident that had occured at the neighbouring city, just yesterday.Kansas was just next to Olathe, so perhaps the citizens were a little shaken by the chaos they all watched, and were most probably reminded that they lived in a world rampaged by Gates and monsters.So everyone put their heads down, and behaved.To the public, the chaos in Olathe had been resolved. A threat neutralized, and another victory for the Hunters, but they all knew better.And most especially Hal Rodgraim.Hal stood on the rooftop of a modest building overlooking the Bureau district, the breezy morning wind tugging lightly at his coat.His red hair stirred, catching the light, while his blue eyes remained distant, focused not on the city, but on something far beyond it.1 year.That number echoed in his head like a quiet tolling bell.“Still brooding this early in the morning?” a familiar vo
Chapter 151: Friendly Folks (2)
The inside of the dungeon smelled wrong. Not foul, not rotten, but used, as though the stone itself had learned the shape of violence and never quite let it go. Dim crimson light bled from vein-like cracks along the walls, pulsing faintly with every distant tremor. Hal moved first, as always.Not because he needed to, but because it had become instinct. His steps were soundless, posture relaxed, blue eyes sharp beneath the half-mask that concealed the lower half of his face. Grim Killer rested across his back, its curved blade humming faintly. Behind him, Haley and ED followed, careful, alert, synchronized in a way that came only from repeated near-death cooperation. “This dungeon’s ranked A,” ED muttered, tightening his grip on his weapon. “But it doesn’t feel like one.” Haley nodded. “Mana density’s uneven. Something’s off.” Hal glanced back at them briefly. “Stay close,” he said calmly. “If it spikes, I’ll end it fast.” ED snorted. “You say that like you’re talking abou
Chapter 152: P-I-C
The apartment smelled like fried eggs and burnt toast. Hal stood by the small kitchenette, sleeves rolled up, flipping something in the pan with far more precision than the task demanded. His movements were calm, measured, too controlled for a man making breakfast in an old Kansas apartment with chipped counters and a stubborn stove. Across the table, Bethany watched him with narrowed eyes and a grin she absolutely did not trust. “…Okay,” she said slowly, chin propped on her hand. “Repeat it.” Hal didn’t look up. “Say what?” “That you’re cooking. Calmly, with such great efficiency even unusual for you.” _Well, try living in a dungeon for one week straight, and your cooking skills just get better._ Hal thought, but didn't say anything. Beth leaned forward and continued. “Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?” Hal snorted. “I’ve always cooked.” “Yes, but then you've never been this.. this good?" Bethany corrected. “This? This is… scary.” Hal slid a plate acro
Chapter 153: P-I-C
Hal and Bethany left the house around two in the afternoon, and rendezvoused outside a clean, glass-fronted property office nestled between a café and a quiet row of townhouses on the outskirts of Kansas City.Hal stood with his hands in his jacket pockets, mask off, hair slightly tousled by the wind. Bethany bounced lightly on her heels beside him, eyes bright, already taking pictures of the building like it was a landmark.“This place looks expensive,” she whispered.Hal glanced at the sign—Midwest Residential Properties, then shrugged.“We’ll see.”A sleek engine purred behind them.Bethany turned first. “Whoa...!”The car rolled to a smooth stop by the curb, black paint catching the light like liquid glass. A Ferrari Roma, with a low bottom and elegant style. Its body paint was glittering under the soft glow of the sun.The driver’s door lifted, and ED stepped out grinning, sunglasses on, posture relaxed in that infuriating way of someone who knew he looked good and didn’t need
Chapter 154: P-I-C
A moving truck is packed outside the new apartment. It was loud, clumsy, and completely indifferent to the quiet dignity of the neighborhood. Metal groaned, cardboard thudded, and somewhere in the chaos, a deliveryman loudly questioned why anyone needed a couch that heavy. Hal answered by lifting it alone, and the man went suddenly quiet. Bethany burst out laughing from the front steps. “I told you we didn’t need three of you!” ED leaned against the Ferrari with his arms crossed, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. “Mate, I’m starting to think you’re cheating at life.” Hal set the couch down with careful precision, barely even breathing hard. “Well, I remember someone calling me free heavy machinery.” Hal cocked his head and said. “Yeah, haha," ED replied, then nodded seriously. “But I didn’t think you were industrial grade.” He said as they all walked in. *** Inside the duplex, the space was already filling up with boxes, kitchenware, clothes, books, things that smelled fai
Chapter 155: Building a Family (1)
The smell hit Hal first. It was… aggressive. Something between burnt oil, garlic that had lost its way, and the unmistakable scent of meat that had been left on the heat just a little too long. Hal paused just inside the apartment doorway, boots still on, eyes narrowing slightly as his enhanced senses processed the disaster unfolding in the kitchen. “…ED,” he said carefully. From the kitchen came a loud clatter, followed by a cheerful, far too cheerful voice. “Relax! I’ve got it under control!” Hal stepped in fully now, shutting the door behind him. Bethany was seated at the small dining table, chin propped on her palm, watching the kitchen like it was a live experiment. Her expression said everything: equal parts fascination and dread. “You should’ve stopped him,” Haley said from her position against the fridge. “I told Bethany this was a bad idea.” "Well, let him try," Bethany said trying to defend him. "That's right kid," ED said as he continued in his business. Hal g
Chapter 156: Making a Team (2)
Morning came softly. Not with alarms or danger sirens, but with sunlight creeping through the half-drawn curtains and the low hum of Kansas City waking up beyond the windows. The apartment still smelled faintly of last night’s disaster—burnt steak, spice, and something that might’ve once been garlic—but now it was mixed with coffee. Hal sat on the edge of the couch, forearms resting on his knees, a mug warming his hands. He hadn’t slept badly. If anything, he’d slept too well. That alone unsettled him. From the kitchen came quiet movement—plates clinking, water running. Haley stood by the counter, hair tied back loosely, focused on pouring coffee into mismatched mugs they’d bought in a hurry. Bethany sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, scrolling through listings on her tablet, humming under her breath. ED was nowhere to be seen. Hal had learned that was never a good sign. A knock sounded at the door. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t urgent. Just firm—measured. The kind of knock tha
Chapter 157: Things That Can't be Avoided (1)
The dungeon screamed. Not metaphorically—literally. The air itself vibrated with a shrill, tearing resonance as the S-rank Gate’s inner chamber fractured under pressure, Qi storms ripping across obsidian pillars and tearing chunks of the ceiling loose. Gravity buckled in waves. Dust hung suspended midair like frozen ash, then slammed downward as the field corrected itself violently. Hal moved through it all like inevitability. A massive creature—six-limbed, plated in black crystal and bleeding molten light from its joints—lunged from the left, its blade-like forearm cleaving through the space where Hal’s head had been a heartbeat earlier. Hal was already gone. He reappeared beneath it, fist drawn back, Celestial Qi roaring silently through his veins. There was no shout. No flourish. Just impact. The monster’s torso detonated outward in a soundless implosion, its core collapsing before the rest of its body followed, shattering into incandescent fragments that dissolved before t
Chapter 158: Thing's That Can't be Avoided (2)
The return gate spat them out like refuse. Hal’s boots struck concrete first, followed by Haley, ED, and Sir Jack in quick succession. The familiar hum of spatial stabilization flickered once—twice—then collapsed behind them with a sound like glass snapping under pressure. Silence followed. Not the peaceful kind. The air was wrong. Hal felt it instantly. His Qi recoiled before his mind could process why, spreading through his meridians like a warning pulse. Haley stiffened beside him, her breath hitching as she lifted her head slowly. ED was the first to speak. “…That ain’t right.” The sky above Kansas City was red. Not the soft orange of sunset, nor the violent crimson of a storm warning—but a deep, oppressive scarlet, as if the world itself had been wounded and never allowed to heal. Vast fractures ran across the heavens, thin at first, then widening, stretching from horizon to horizon like something had clawed through reality and left the marks behind. The clouds didn’t m
Chapter 159: Things That Can't be Avoided (3)
The city groaned beneath the weight of the fractured sky. Every building, every street, every blinking neon sign seemed to hum in disbelief. Red light bled through the clouds, bathing concrete and asphalt in an unnatural glow. Hal stood in the middle of a cracked avenue, boots planted firmly, eyes scanning. Around him, Haley, ED, and Sir Jack fanned out, forming a loose protective perimeter. None of them spoke at first—the silence was suffocating, heavier than any dungeon they had raided. Finally, Haley broke it. “Hal… what is happening? I mean, I’ve seen a lot of Gates, but this…” Her voice trailed off as she stared upward, the sky tearing wider with every second. Hal didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, letting the pulse of his Qi stretch outwards. The familiar resonance of the world—it was all there, just distorted. Unstable. “The Gates…” ED muttered, stepping closer to a flickering streetlight. “We fought an S-rank yesterday. I thought that was the end of