All Chapters of THE SAVIOR GOD OF WAR RETURNS: Chapter 331
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Dust trailed like a comet’s tail behind the DragonGP as it closed the last expanse of wilderness. The engines had settled into a low, even thrum, a sound that vibrated in the bones more than the ears. Outside, the sky was now almost black, threaded with faint stars; the two Martian moons had begun to rise, casting twin pools of silver light across the basalt plain.Above, the four silver craft had outpaced them at last. They were already arrowing ahead, a shimmering procession toward the domes. Every few heartbeats their hulls caught the moons’ glow and flashed it back like mirrors. One peeled away slightly and then rejoined the diamond formation, a gesture that looked ceremonial more than tactical.Inside the cabin, the lights glowed warm and low. Everyone felt the change—the way silence deepened, the way anticipation began to thrum through their nerves as strongly as the engines.Ryan glanced at his instruments, then at the horizon. “They’re going in ahead of us,” he said quietly. “
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The landing strip unfolded beneath them like a carpet of light. Marker beacons pulsed in synchronized rhythm all the way to the main airlock tower, and beyond it the great tempered-glass dome rose like a second moon laid upon the plain. Inside the dome, thousands of figures filled the plaza and the walkways, a living sea of movement and colour. Flags snapped, lights winked, and above everything the huge dragon banner beat in the wind from the pressurisation vents.Ryan eased the DragonGP down, nose dipping, jets whispering as they bled off speed. The roar of the crowd was no longer a transmission; it was a living sound hammering through the hull. Children’s voices, deep chants, horns, the clatter of drums. Sarah felt it in her ribs. Matilda’s eyes were huge. Jackson clutched the seat back with both hands.The ship’s skids kissed the landing pad. A hiss of compressed air rolled past as docking clamps bit home. Lights flashed green. They had arrived.For a heartbeat no one moved. The cr
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Inside the biggest of the five domes the air changed again—cooler, denser, smelling faintly of cedar and clean metal. This was the Dragon Home, a structure Jack had designed himself when the first colony modules were still only sketches on his tablet. Under the tempered glass the ceiling arched away into darkness shot with a thousand tiny lights like stars. Balconies curved inward on every level; gardens hung in terraces. In the centre stood a low complex of living quarters and command suites built of pale stone shipped from Earth and fused here by Martian wind.Security drones floated ahead, clearing a slow lane through the cheering colonists. The roar followed them like surf on a beach, dimming only slightly as the inner doors sealed behind the family. The echo of thousands of voices still pulsed in the glass like a heartbeat.An inner airlock hissed open. Warm light spilled out, soft against the eyes after the brilliance of the plaza. Ryan peeled off to speak quietly with two silv
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The holoscreen flickered once, twice, then steadied. Jack’s breathing deepened into the slow, even rhythm of sleep. His head tipped sideways against the sofa back, the blue ember of the NexusDragon fading completely from his eyes. One arm slid across Sarah’s lap without him realising. The roar of the crowd outside was only a hush now, like wind moving over stone.Sarah glanced at him, a faint smile curving her mouth. His lashes rested dark on his cheekbones; even in sleep his brow held the ghost of command. She smoothed a strand of damp hair from his temple, then turned back to the film.On the DragonTech holoscreen—one of the first high-definition units Dragon Corporation had built on Earth before shipping the design to Mars—the last act of Black Panther thundered across the wall. Wakandan ships banked and dove. The children’s nest of blankets glowed with reflected light.Matilda gasped at the fight on the waterfall. Jackson clutched a cushion to his chest. Emily leaned forward, chin
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Jack’s eyes snap fully open.For a heartbeat the blue flicker fights to stay, but then it gutters out like a candle in vacuum. Only brown remains—his original eyes, unlit, unaugmented. His chest rises and falls once, hard, and a small sound escapes him, half gasp, half groan.Sarah freezes, one hand still hovering above his knuckles. “Jack?”He sits up slowly, palms pressed to his thighs. Sweat beads his temple. “It’s gone,” he says, voice rough. “All of it. Old Joe… he took it back.”Matilda straightens, confused. “Took what back?”Jack lifts his hands, staring at them. No glow. No tremor. Not even a whisper of the NexusDragon’s power. “Everything,” he mutters. “I’m just me now.”Silence ripples across the room, broken only by the Bollywood score still playing from The Heir—strings trembling, a prince on his knees. Even Jackson lowers his phone a little.Sarah leans forward. “Are you hurt?”He shakes his head once. “No. Hungry.” His voice steadies, gaining weight. “So damned hungry.”
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The aroma of fried rice and sizzling chicken reached the living area just as the opening roar of King Kong on the holoscreen echoed across the room. Jack stood, muscles still unfamiliar in their normal human ache, and followed the smells. Sarah led the way, a tray balanced carefully in her hands, Emily and Lena flanking her, while Matilda carried the small bowls of sauces and condiments.“Alright, everyone,” Sarah said, setting the tray down on the low dining table. The kitchen light bathed them in a warm, golden glow, reflecting off the metallic accents of the Martian habitat. “Fried rice and chicken. Simple, but real.”Jack inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating—not the sterile, rehydrated rations of the Dragon Home, but food that felt alive, tangible, human. Steam spiraled lazily from the bowls, mingling with the faint recycled scent of Mars’ thin atmosphere. Gravity here was lighter, but the ovens and kitchen equipment still produced the comforting weight of heat, of substance
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The last crumbs of fried rice disappeared into bowls, and the faint scent of garlic and frying oil lingered in the air like a memory. Jack pushed back slightly from the table, letting out a long exhale. Around him, the room hummed with quiet satisfaction: the women exchanged small smiles, Jackson stretched with a yawn, and Ryan leaned back, fingers idly drumming against the arm of his chair.“Alright,” Jack said, rising to his feet. “Movie time again.”Emily perked up immediately. “Another one?”“Yeah,” Jack replied, nodding toward the DragonTech holoscreen. “Something heroic this time. Something… fitting.”Sarah raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-curious. “Fitting?”Jack crossed to the holoscreen, his hands brushing over the sleek, black frame. “Call it… reflection.” He tapped the screen, and the interface flickered, replacing King Kong with the title card for Jack the Giant Slayer. The words glowed gold against a stormy sky, a sword clutched in the hero’s hands.Jackson’s eyes wid
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The giant on screen roared, shadowing the hero as he leapt across crumbling battlements, and for a moment, Jack felt a visceral pull—not toward fiction, but memory. Mars, days ago, had been a battlefield unlike any other, when Kharzek, the alien warlord, had descended with a fury that shook the colony to its foundations. Three days of relentless combat, nights without sleep, the city of Mars’ early habitats trembling under alien fire—it all surged back now, mirrored in the cinematic clash before him.Jackson pressed closer to Jack, sensing the tension in his grip. “Dad… he’s… scary,” the boy whispered.Jack chuckled softly, ruffling his hair. “He was. Kharzek… was bigger than any giant, smarter than most, and ruthless. Three days of fighting, we barely slept. But the goal… the people we protected… that’s what made it all matter.”Sarah leaned forward, her eyes reflecting the holoscreen’s flicker. “I remember you telling us after it happened. You were exhausted, bruised, but you… you
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The holoscreen dimmed to black, then bloomed into a new feed without a sound. At first it was just a swirl of blue and white — Earth, hanging in the void. Then the image deepened, layers of data and live-footage stacking into a single, seamless hologram until it filled the living area like a miniature world.“Whoa,” Jackson breathed. “That’s… real?”Jack smiled at his son’s wide eyes. “Live feed. Haida AI compiled it for us.” He tapped a subtle command into the wrist-link at his arm; the DragonCom seal pulsed once, confirming the connection. “We’ve been so long on Mars, I wanted you to see how Harmonfield’s breathing again.”The hologram swung low over the cityscape. Harmonfield’s streets glittered under a noonday sun, glassy tramlines weaving between vertical gardens. People moved below — merchants, students, children in bright uniforms. No one hurried, yet the whole city pulsed with quiet industry. Street-level bots carried crates between market stalls; a group of teenagers with aug
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The hologram pivoted once more, Earth rotating in miniature until a new swath of land came into view. The bright blues and greens dulled; the feed darkened as it swooped over a jagged industrial skyline ringed by marshland.Haida AI’s voice softened to a murmur. “Reidsville County. Local time, twenty-one forty-three.”Jackson’s sleepy head lifted from Jack’s arm. “That’s where you fought the bad guys, right?”Jack’s jaw set as the image expanded. “Yes. Many times.”Reidsville sprawled across the holoscreen like a bruise — a city of refineries and rail-yards trying to heal. Here the streets weren’t laced with gardens. The air shimmered with heat and chemical haze. And in the middle of it all rose a black monolith etched with a scarlet sigil: VK DIRECTIVE.Sarah’s fingers tightened on Jack’s knee. “That’s… his?”Jack nodded once. “Victor Krane’s headquarters. His private army called it ‘Directive Central.’”The hologram zoomed closer, showing the building’s surface. Once it had been a m