All Chapters of From Humiliation to Godhood: Chapter 141
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140: Velmaria Capital 3
Leon studied President Vorn for a long heartbeat, long enough to make the silence unbearable. Then he spoke. “You mistake patience for surrender. If President Halveth dies, know this… history will record that it was not fate, nor illness, but you who stood in the way…” “This conversation is finished,” he said calmly. “I have things to attend to. I will not remain here to feed your insecurities.” Then he turned to leave and Jarvis was already beside him. President Vorn’s voice snapped through the room. “You will not leave.” At the signal in his tone, guards moved in unison. They sealed the doors, the low mechanical sound of reinforced locks echoing faintly through the chamber. “Mr. President,” Jarvis said sharply, “this is a catastrophic mistake.” Vorn ignored him, eyes fixed on Leon. “You walk out of that door,” he said coldly, “and every port, every clinic, every financial artery you rely upon will close to you. You will not move in this country without my consent.” Leon stopp
141: The ring 1
The moment Leon and Jarvis left the hall, the temperature outside was cold and unfriendly and Jarvis couldn't help but let out a sharp breath. “That man…” he muttered with a low disbelieving chuckle. “President Vorn actually blocked you from seeing a dying president. What does he think he’s doing?” ““He’s afraid,” he said simply as they descended the stairs. “He’s afraid of losing control.” “He’s also afraid of what you are,” Jarvis stated and glanced sideways. “He wants to own you.” Leon scoffed. “He can’t even own his own fear.” When they reached the lower courtyard, a black government car was already waiting, the same one that brought them. But this time, the driver looked nervous, eyes darting everywhere but at Leon. ‘Things sure travel fast here,’ Leon thought, narrowing his eyes. The driver quickly opened the door for them. “Let’s go home,” Jarvis said firmly. “A place where the air isn’t rotten.” They both entered the car, and it drove off. As they crossed th
142: The ring 2
The previous night… “I…I lost it… I lost it…” Zane muttered over and over, voice cracking as he stood on the roof of the five-story building. He hovered too close to the railing, biting his right thumb so hard it almost bled and his knees wouldn’t stop shaking. “He’s gonna come for me… oh God, he’s really gonna come for me,” he thought, hands trembling so violently that his lighter nearly slipped. He finally managed to spark a cigarette, then dropped to the dusty ground, curling in on himself as he smoked just to keep from falling apart. His phone suddenly rang. Zane flinched so hard he nearly dropped it. One look at the screen, T.J., and his heart slammed against his ribs like it was trying to escape. “If he finds out I lost the ring… h-he’ll kill me. He’ll actually kill me…” He shut the phone off instantly, panic flooding his face. His eyes darted from corner to corner, searching for anywhere, anywhere, to run. “There’s no way I’m going home. Not ever.” He stayed there unt
143: Olyndran’s visit 1
President Halveth lay on the medical bed in his private suite within the Velmaria diplomatic wing, surrounded by machines that hummed and blinked. His breathing was shallow with pain pulsing beneath his ribs. His Chief Aide, Callen Mirek, stood by the door with a phone in his trembling hand. He didn't know how to say what he was about to, but he knew he had to. “Sir…” Callen said quietly. Halveth opened his eyes, tired, sunken, but still burning with the stubbornness of a man who had ruled for years. “Tell me,” Halveth rasped. “Has Azrael arrived?” Callen swallowed. “He did.” A flicker of relief lit Halveth’s face. “Then bring him in,” he said, trying to sit up despite the pain. “I don’t care what Velmaria’s government says. I will see him. Now.” Callen didn’t move. “Sir…” His voice cracked. “He left.” Halveth froze mid-motion. “…What?” “He came to the capital,” Callen explained softly. “But President Vorn forced him into a meeting. Azrael didn’t stay long. He walked out b
144: Olyndran’s visit 2
“Subordinates?” Vance repeated, a displeased frown cutting across his face. “I don’t think you have the slightest idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Ash… or Azrael, whatever you claim to be.” They were currently in his private courtyard, a quiet, open-air space behind the residence. A rectangular blackstone table sat at the center of the courtyard, its surface smooth enough to mirror the half moon in the sky. Leon sat at the head of the table, relaxed against the chair while Vance sat opposite him with Levi and Harry standing tall behind him. “I’m not being… ridiculous here, Mr Calenne,” Leon said calmly. “And I know exactly what I’m talking about.” Vance exhaled slowly and shook his head. “No, you don’t. I am an Olyndra ambassador on official mission here in Velmaria. That is the extent of my mandate.” Leon bobbed his head in understanding, unfazed by his attitude. “Exactly why I want you to work for me instead.” Levi and Harry exchanged a quick glance, both intrigued. Vance
145: Checking off the list 1
It was late in the evening… Victor Marston arrived at Empire, the upscale bar he used to treat like his personal playground back when he still had money, status, and a last name that commanded respect. This was the meeting spot he saw in the group chat, and he knew the guys were already upstairs in one of the VIP rooms. He straightened his shoulders and walked inside, trying to act like nothing had changed But the second he stepped in, eyes turned because they all knew him. Two girls near the bar whispered behind their glasses. “That’s Victor Marston, right?” “Mm-hmm. The one who used to throw drinks at waiters?” “Did you see the news? His family went bankrupt in just hours all thanks to Azrael.” “Good for him. Karma always loops back.” Victor felt the sting of their voices but kept walking, jaw tight. A group of guys spotted him next and one nudged another. “Yo, isn’t that the idiot who tried to get the bouncer fired last year?” “Let him try that now. Hey, I'm pretty sure
146: Checking off the list 2
“Oh, that’s good,” Julian Hayes said into his phone, nodding once in clear satisfaction before ending the call.The private suite was dimly lit, washed in warm amber light that reflected off glass walls overlooking the city below. Leather couches curved around a low marble table with half-empty bottles, crystal tumblers, and melting ice.Brianna was curled comfortably against Julian on the couch, one leg draped over his lap as she traced lazy circles on his arm. “What was that about?” she asked, tilting her head up to look at him.Julian’s expression darkened slightly as he set his phone down. “Victor.”Isabella, seated across from them with a glass of sparkling water in hand, stiffened. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. “Victor?” she repeated. “Why? Oh God, don’t tell me he’s still in the group chat.”Julian let out a short scoff as he leaned forward to grab a beer from the ice bucket beside the table. He popped it open. “Of course he is. That’s the whole point. Let him watch.
147: Checking off the list 3
“I do love you, Isabella,” he murmured to himself, eyes fixed on her as she stood waiting for her driver, completely unaware that she was being watched. “But not enough. You were never more than a prize to be taken… and I don’t lose what I’ve claimed so easily.”A bitter chuckle slipped from his lips. “Isabella, Isabella… you’re lucky you’re not the one I’m checking off my list tonight.”Moments later, her driver arrived. She stepped into the car, the door closed, and the vehicle pulled away, disappearing down the street.Victor let out a slow breath and turned his gaze elsewhere, remaining where he was.Less than thirty minutes passed before the person he had been waiting for finally appeared. A low chuckle escaped him as he stepped out from the corner where he had kept himself hidden.“Hey, Julian.”Julian rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice and turned toward him. “You’re still here,” he said flatly, irritation clear in his tone.Victor walked closer, nodding once. “Y
147: Lesson learned
The next day, Alanah left Leon’s home without informing him. When Leon eventually noticed her absence, he immediately instructed someone to make sure she arrived safely on her journey back home.After that, he prepared himself and headed straight to Diane’s residence.When he arrived, he knocked softly on the door.Inside, Diane was already fully dressed and ready to leave for her plans with Sophia, plans she needed to carry out quickly since time was not on her side.“Didn’t you hear a car pull up?” Donald Lancaster asked as he walked over to the window. A moment later, he frowned slightly. “That’s a black Rolls Royce… Diane?”Another knock sounded, drawing everyone’s attention back to the door.“It looks like you have a visitor, Diane,” Abigail said excitedly. “I bet it’s Leon.”Diane blinked, her mind flashing back to her last meeting with Leon, him offering her the keys to a new house, and her turning him down. She hadn’t told her parents a single word about that encounter.She si
148 Scorchfield
“I told you to keep your eyes on Zane Jones,” Jarvis said with a measured tone edged with intensity. “I’m extremely curious about that town. There’s something about it that doesn’t sit right with me.”Kane nodded in agreement. “You’re not wrong, Mr. Grave. Scorchfield is… unsettling. My men said it’s hard to stay there for long. The atmosphere alone feels wrong. As for Zane…” he paused briefly, then continued, “he’s dead.”Jarvis froze. “Dead?”“Yes,” Kane confirmed. “Unfortunately, we don’t know how it happened. All we could uncover is that he was hiding from someone… or something.”Jarvis leaned back into his chair, his brows knitting together as his thoughts spiraled. “Scorchfield,” he murmured. “A lawless town beyond order. I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of secrets buried in a place like that.” He straightened slightly and looked at Kane. “Proceed carefully. Be subtle. I have a feeling whatever is hidden there is dangerous… something beyond ordinary human understanding.”