All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Last Knight.: Chapter 341
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Chapter 341 He Returns, But...
The headquarters, still echoing with the solitary sounds of one man's dedication, felt different as Marwan pushed open the heavy door. The dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun, but they were no longer drifting in empty space. A figure stood in the center of the waiting hall, silhouetted against the light from a high window.It was a boy. Tall for his age, with a lanky frame that suggested a recent, rapid growth spurt, putting him somewhere between fourteen and sixteen. He stood with a tense, unnatural stiffness, his hands clenched at his sides. As Marwan approached, the boy turned. His face was young, but his eyes held a gravity that belonged to someone much older."Can I help you?" Marwan asked, his voice echoing in the vast space.The boy swallowed, then straightened his back even further. "I am here to join the Knights of Askalan. I wish to train."Marwan stopped a few paces away, assessing him. The request was so earnest, so starkly out of place in the grim reality of the
Chapter 342 Connections
The digital trail had been a labyrinth of deleted posts, forgotten blogs, and usernames that led to dead ends. Hazim, hunched over his terminal in the quiet of his apartment long after midnight, he had followed a single, persistent thread: a man who, years ago, had used social media not for vanity, but as a weapon. The posts were incendiary, meticulously citing public records to map a web of corruption linking the ruling party to shadowy offshore holdings and no-bid contracts. The writing was sharp, academic, and fearless. Then, abruptly, three years ago, it had stopped. The final post was a cryptic, unfinished analysis of a council vote on "national resource allocation," hinting at staggering sums being diverted. After that he found nothing.The man behind the username @Legal_Scrutiny was Dr. Zayd Abu Hatab, a professor of Constitutional Law at the university. It was a risk to make direct contact, but the dead-end of corporate records demanded a human source. Hazim arranged a meeti
Chapter 343 Rescue Team
The air in Ali’s new apartment-turned-workshop was thick with the acrid scent of fear and failure, a stark contrast to the smell of solder and ambition that usually filled the space. Ali paced like a caged animal, his hands clenching and unclenching. Fadi was hunched over a terminal, his face pale in the glow of multiple screens. Haneen stood by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, a silent statue of worry.The door burst open, and Hazim and Laith entered, their arrival like a sudden, focused gust of wind. They didn't need to ask questions; Ali’s frantic call had painted the scene in stark, urgent colors."They took him," Ali said, the words raw. "I asked the Professor to come help me move the last of the heavy equipment from here to the new warehouse. We were loading the van, right out front. A black sedan. It just appeared. Two men jumped out, they were fast… too fast. They grabbed him, threw him in the back. I tried… I ran after them, I even threw a wrench at the re
Chapter 344 The Group Grows
The return journey from the desolate train yard to the relative safety of the city was conducted in a heavy, contemplative silence. The three armored figures in the van, white, yellow, and crimson—were like statues, the adrenaline of the fight having bled away, leaving behind the cold residue of its implications. In the back, Professor Riyad huddled under a thermal blanket, shivering more from shock than cold.Once inside the secure confines of the guild headquarters, the oppressive quiet broke. The armor was stowed, replaced by the familiar weight of concern. They gathered in a spartan briefing room, a pot of strong tea steaming in the center of the table.Hazim leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the Professor. "We need to know everything, Professor. Did you see anything? Hear anything that might identify them? Their purpose?"Professor Riyad took a slow sip of tea, his hands trembling slightly. He shook his head, a gesture of profound frustration. "They had a hood over my head from
Chapter 345 Training Trip To Korea
The air in the small apartment was thick with the scent of anticipation and fresh laundry. A half-packed duffel bag lay open on Laith’s bed, surrounded by neatly folded training gear, a Korean phrasebook, and a collection of well-worn martial arts manuals. Laith hummed a tuneless melody as he meticulously checked and re-checked his list, the thrill of the impending journey to Seoul a constant buzz under his skin. This was it. Training at the source. Meeting the legendary Master Kim. Finally stepping out of his brothers’ long shadows and into a forge of his own choosing.The front door opened and closed. Hazim’s familiar, solid footsteps echoed in the hallway. Laith bounded out of his room, his face alight with excitement. “Did you get it?”Hazim stood in the living room, looking slightly weary but with a softness around his eyes. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a thick, plain white envelope. He held it out to Laith
Chapter 346 Meeting Master Kim
The transition from the familiar, sun-baked streets of their homeland to the vast, neon-drenched, orderly chaos of Seoul was a sensory shock that left all three of them reeling. Ali, Marwan, and Laith stumbled out of Incheon Airport into a world of towering glass spires, streams of immaculate traffic, and a language that sounded like rapid-fire music utterly devoid of meaning. Their confidence, built on dreams and duffel bags, began to crack at the edges within the first hour.The address for Master Kim Sung-kyu’s dojang, painstakingly written down by Hazim from a memory over a decade old, was their holy grail. It was supposed to be in the Mapo district, a place of traditional homes and old-school gyms.Navigating the efficient, yet utterly incomprehensible, Seoul subway system was their first trial. They missed stops, took trains in the wrong direction, and argued fiercely over the colorful, bewildering maps. By the time they emerged above ground in what they hoped was Mapo, they wer
Chapter 347 The Face Off
The dawn in Seoul was a cold, grey affair, seeping into their sparse storage room through a single, high window. They woke to the distant sounds of a city already in motion, their bodies aching from the hard floor and the weight of disappointment. Without a word, they performed their wudu with bottled water in the tiny, icy bathroom, then laid out their prayer mats in a row on the dusty floor. The familiar, silent ritual of Fajr prayer in this strange, unwelcoming place was a small anchor, a piece of home they carried within them.After prayers, fueled by a mix of determination and a desperate need to prove their worth, they began their own warm-up. The main training hall, which they hadn't even properly seen the night before, was vast, empty, and freezing. Their breaths came out in plumes of white vapor as they started to run laps around the perimeter, the sound of their footfalls echoing in the hollow space. They moved through a rigorous regimen of dynamic stretches, push-ups, sit-u
Chapter 348 Striking Deals
The heavy silence in the dojang’s main hall was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of Seoul’s traffic and the soft, defeated groans from Marwan and Laith as they picked themselves up off the unforgiving wooden floor. They sat slumped against the wall, a trio of dejected would-be disciples. The grand narrative of their journey, seeking ancient wisdom at the hands of a legendary master had crumbled into the farcical reality of being effortlessly humiliated by a grumpy old man who seemed to view them as an annoying financial transaction.The minutes stretched into an hour. The initial shock of their defeat settled into a dull, gnawing frustration. It was Laith who finally broke the quiet, his voice a plaintive grumble. “I’m starving.”Marwan let out a long, weary sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet. He pushed himself up, his body protesting. “I saw a small supermarket a few blocks back when we were getting lost for the fifth time. I’ll go get some cheap ingredien
Chapter 349 The Air In The Mountains
The bus ride from Seoul’s dense urban sprawl into the rugged, forested spine of South Korea was a journey from one world into another. The neon signs and skyscrapers dwindled, replaced by snow-dusted peaks, deep green valleys, and clusters of traditional tile-roofed houses clinging to steep hillsides. The air, when they finally disembarked in the remote village, was so clean and cold it felt like a physical shock, scented with pine smoke and damp earth. The frantic, humiliated energy of the city dojang was left behind, replaced by a quiet, focused anticipation.The village was small, a single main road lined with a few shops, winding upwards into terraced fields and dense woodland. They stood with their duffel bags, looking lost once more, but this time with a specific destination in mind. Approaching an older woman sweeping the steps of a small grocery, Ali used his translation app. “Excuse me. Jun Park? House?”The woman looked at the three foreigners, her expression curious but no
Chapter 350 Clear Mind
The fourth day dawned with a brittle clarity, the mountain air so still and cold it seemed to ring like crystal. Ali, Marwan, and Laith had just finished their dawn run with Mr. Park and were in the middle of their breathing exercises on the summit, their minds clearer and bodies more attuned than they had been in weeks. The silent communion with the landscape was broken by the distant, laborious sound of an engine struggling up the mountain road.Mr. Park, who had been guiding them through a slow, balancing stance, straightened up, a wide, genuine smile breaking across his weathered face. He gave a short, sharp bow of his head towards the trail. “Master,” he said, the single English word imbued with a depth of reverence that needed no translation.They followed him down to the house. Parked haphazardly next to the woodpile was a small, battered sedan, dust-covered from the journey. Leaning against it, looking even more rumpled and irascible than usual, was Master Kim Sung-kyu. He was