All Chapters of THE EXILED KING : Chapter 61
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THE RIGGED ARENA
The silence that followed Kael’s declaration was heavier than before.Like iron doors had just sealed shut around Nolan’s fate.Jethro gave a slight nod, his expression was unreadable, and without a word, several members of the Hierarchy began moving.Quietly. Efficiently. Like cogs in a much larger machine.No whispers. No idle commentary. Just a chilling precision that made Nolan feel like the room itself was alive—and it had just turned its gaze on him.The center of the room began to transform—first with a soft mechanical groan, then a series of elegant clicks as the long obsidian table began folding into itself, vanishing section by section like a collapsing tower of black glass.The floor beneath Nolan shifted, subtle vibrations were rising beneath his boots. Sleek panels slid apart with quiet grace, revealing embedded terminals and coiled data ports that extended upward like robotic spines stretching after a long sleep.Above them, the lights dimmed slightly. Holograms bloome
Last Updated : 2025-06-04
CLARITY BEFORE CODE
The laughter rolled in slowly at first—a few chuckles from the far corners of the room. Then came the smirks, the whispered jeers, the sideways glances. But within seconds, it snowballed into a chorus of cruel amusement.“Not even one percent?” someone snorted. “Did he think this was a tutorial level?”“Maybe he was debugging himself,” said a tall man with mirrored lenses, crossing his arms as he leaned back with a grin.“He was flailing,” added the woman with platinum implants, her voice cutting. “Did you see that timestamp loop? Like watching someone drown in their own code.”“I’ve seen interns do better,” quipped the woman with gold implants.A younger member in a rust-red jacket laughed so hard he had to grip the edge of the console. “All that build-up—for this?”Kael didn’t laugh, but the edge of his mouth twitched.Rosa said nothing, but her gaze was like ice.Another voice called out from the back, mock-clapping. “Bravo, CEO. Welcome to Iron Street.”The man with the cyberneti
Last Updated : 2025-06-04
INTO THE HIERARCHY
Silence stretched like a wire.Then—someone clapped.It was slow and measured.It was Kael.And then, like a ripple in water, others joined. The sound of applause filled the room. They were hesitant at first, but it began to grow louder—stronger. One by one, the smirks faded, and it was replaced by expressions of awe, respect… and even regret.Lady Meryl turned to the others. “Did you see how he read the mint timing? That’s not just skill. That’s instinct.”The man with the cybernetic jaw gave a sharp exhale, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t even spot the Iceland node delay. How the hell did he catch that?”“It’s the ghost-ledger,” said the woman with platinum implants, her voice was softer now. “He caught the distortion by pattern—he didn’t chase noise. He followed silence.”The younger guy in the rust-red jacket, who’d been laughing the hardest earlier, shifted uncomfortably. “I… I thought he was done after the first fail,” he muttered. “Man proved me wrong. Big time.”“Me
Last Updated : 2025-06-06
LAUGHING AT PROTOCOL
It was Aldric—one of the lower council heads. His eyes were narrow. Jaw clenched.Kael didn’t flinch. “Is there a problem?”Aldric stepped forward. “He bypassed three levels of clearance in one day. We’ve never allowed that.”“He earned it,” Rosa shot back, her voice like steel.“Protocol is protocol,” Aldric snapped. “One test. One pass. That’s entry-level. But hierarchy? That takes years.”Another voice joined in—Lady Renn, her golden monocle catching the light.“I agree with Aldric. It’s too soon. Too sudden.”Kael’s smile faded.“This isn’t a democracy,” he said coldly. “It’s a meritocracy. And Nolan Rhys just proved he’s cut from a different cloth.”The air grew tense. You could feel the resistance rising like a slow fire under dry leaves.Whispers swirled.Aldric turned slightly, just enough for Nolan to see the fury dancing behind his eyes.Aldric’s eyes burned.“This is madness,” he said, with a voice that was shaking with controlled rage. “You’re tearing apart decades of stru
Last Updated : 2025-06-07
THE MAN IN CHROME THREADS
It was 12 o’clock in the afternoon.The sun hovered directly above Iron Street, casting sharp lines through the tall glass windows of Nolan’s office. The light fell across his desk like golden wires. Outside, the skyline buzzed with activity—drones zipped between towers, holo-signs flashed stock changes, and the city’s digital heart never missed a beat.Inside Timo Fintech Headquarters, the rhythm was quieter, more precise. Focused.Nolan Rhys sat at his desk, surrounded by floating screens filled with encrypted contracts, smart chains, and algorithmic forecasts. Each line of code was part of something larger—Timo Fintech's newest initiative to decentralize carbon credit exchanges. It was ambitious. Risky. Profitable.He leaned back slightly, feeling satisfied. The events at the Iron Street Assembly earlier still played in his head like a silent film. The black badge—now resting just beside his terminal—was a symbol of his defiance… and his success.He had gone from statistical fa
Last Updated : 2025-06-08
THE GHOST KEY
Nolan Rhys sat alone in his chambers.It was nearly midnight, but he hadn’t even changed out of his office clothes. The tailored black suit, now slightly wrinkled, still clung to his frame like a second skin. He hadn’t touched his drink. He hadn’t moved in almost an hour.The lights were dim. Only the blue glow of his console illuminated the room, casting long shadows against the smooth concrete walls. His chambers were supposed to be a place of rest, a personal escape from the chaos of the company. But tonight, it didn’t feel like home.It didn’t even feel like his own house.Ever since Mael Vox walked into his office, something had changed. Something unseen. The air felt heavier. The silence around him wasn’t peaceful anymore. It was watchful. Like the walls themselves had started to listen.He rubbed his fingers together slowly, as if trying to remove an invisible layer of dust. But there was nothing there—only the cold that had settled into his skin.His voice broke the silence,
Last Updated : 2025-06-08