All Chapters of ALL HAIL THE GOLDMASTER: Chapter 131
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Chapter 131. Recon on Revolution
The walls of the command room were cold and sterile, screens flickering with maps, surveillance feeds, and intelligence reports. The smell of electronics and recycled air clung to the room like a second skin. I watched Alex tap furiously at the console, highlighting locations, patterns, timelines. Every dot on the map told a story—abductions, sightings, weak points, and patterns. Noel sat quietly in the corner, legs folded, shadow coiling faintly around him like a protective aura, his eyes sharp and curious.“Here,” Alex said, pointing to a cluster of dots on the map. “Most recent abductions occurred along the eastern industrial sector. Warehouses, abandoned factories, places with low visibility and minimal civilian oversight. Kidnappings always happen at night. No witnesses, no cameras, minimal chance of interference.”I nodded, leaning against the wall. “And the targets?”Alex’s fingers flew across the console. “All evolved children, ages ranging from six to fourteen. Powers range f
Chapter 132. Team Dynamics and Strategy.
The meeting room felt heavier than usual, like the walls themselves were leaning in to listen. Maybe it was the quiet. Maybe it was the tension building in the air ever since Alex laid out the Revolution’s patterns. Or maybe it was Noel, sitting at the far end of the table, vibrating with a barely contained storm of impatience.His shadow moved under the chair like a restless pet, slipping across the floor tiles, coiling around the table legs. I pretended not to notice. The others definitely noticed.Alex kept glancing at me in that please talk to your feral child way.Cassandra 002 sat on my right, posture perfect, hands clasped behind her back, eyes forward. Cassandra 009 was directly across from her, quiet as usual, gaze unreadable.I remained standing at the head of the table, arms crossed.“Alright,” I said, tapping the holo-screen awake. “Let’s break down infiltration protocols for tomorrow’s observation mission.”Noel leaned forward. “Observation? Not infiltration?”I didn’t re
Chapter 133. Extended Combat Drill.
The training room was dark, but not blindingly so, just enough shadows for Noel to feel comfortable moving, while still keeping his senses alert. Multiple figures moved around, their silhouettes shifting, practicing their own drills. Tonight’s session was different: no single target, no predictable pattern, just chaos. I wanted to push Noel past the limits we’d reached before, to see if he could coordinate, anticipate, and react while under pressure.I stood at the edge of the room, metal fingers flexed, watching him. “Remember, Noel,” I said, voice low but steady, “it’s not just about stealth or attacking. It’s about observation, timing, and coordination. Multiple targets at once. One mistake and they’ll overwhelm you. Understand?”He nodded quickly, shadow flickering around his hands like restless smoke. “I… I think so,” he said, but I could see the eagerness in his eyes. He wanted action. He wanted to jump straight in and prove himself. That eagerness would be a strength if we coul
Chapter 134. Identifying Revolution Weaknesses.
After the extended combat drill, the whole team drifted back to the main operations floor like overcooked noodles sliding off a pan. Everyone was tired, but there was no universe in which I was letting the night end early. Not with the amount of intel we’d just received from the rescued kids. Not with the Revolution moving faster than expected. And especially not with whatever influence their leader used to puppeteer those kidnappers into self destruction.I gathered everyone into the analysis room, which looked like a crime show tech lab crossed with a thrift store server farm. Glowing holographic screens floated over physical monitors, cables coiled like metal snakes, and Alex stood dead center, his tablet a glowing prophecy in his hands. Noel lingered near the wall, shadow curling around him like it wanted to pretend it wasn’t tired. Cassandra and 009 took their usual positions, silent pillars of focus.I exhaled slowly. “Let’s get started.”Alex tapped his tablet, and a projection
Chapter 135. First Field Recon Mission.
The city smelled different at night. Not the usual burnt exhaust or street food but of something sharper, metallic, electric, like danger itself had a scent. I kept my hood low, my metal fingertips flexing, watching Noel beside me. His shadow shifted subtly, flickering over the ground, attuned to every patch of darkness around us. Tonight, we weren’t training in a room. Tonight, the streets were the classroom, and the Revolution’s hideouts were the syllabus.I glanced at him. “Stay close, move with the shadows, and remember... eyes on everything, body in shadows, ears open. No sudden attacks unless it’s absolutely necessary.”He nodded, eager, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. He wanted to prove himself, wanted to strike, wanted to show that he was more than the scared kid who had collapsed in that white room weeks ago. I didn’t doubt his ability, not anymore, but field conditions were different. People moved unpredictably, and stakes weren’t measured in drills, they were
Chapter 136. Revelation About Revolution Leader.
Noel had trained enough to the point where I could see instinct in his movements, reflexes sharper than I had hoped. Every shadow jump, every silent approach, every dagger strike had become part of him, fluid, precise, and dangerous. There was nothing more I could teach him right now. If he faltered in the field, it wouldn’t be because of his skill, it would be because of hesitation, fear, or human error. And those weren’t things I could train away.So I shifted focus.The recent mission had left a heavy mark on my mind. The kidnappers... six evolved operatives, highly trained, vicious, and completely loyal to some unknown leader. Two remained alive long enough to interrogate but of course they killed themselves. Not in the conventional sense. Their minds seemed detached, almost... overridden, as if thoughts weren’t their own. And then what happened next was proof enough that we weren’t dealing with ordinary people.I went over the details again, sitting in the operations room with Al
Chapter 137. The Silent Net Tightens.
I should’ve told someone. Alex, Cassandra, even Noel. But the truth was simple... I didn’t want extra voices in my head. Not tonight, not for this. The report had already been sent, the aide had already approved an undercover op, and my instincts were screaming for groundwork. I’ve led missions that required a whole boardroom of strategists, but sometimes one person slipping into the dark, quiet and unnoticed, gave more intel than ten drones and a satellite feed combined.And right now, the Revolution’s bases were breathing like living things across the map, pulsing with quiet activity, and I needed to feel the heartbeat myself.So I left.No announcement, no briefing, no backup. I walked out of the facility like someone heading for a late dinner. Doors closed behind me with the same softness they always did, but the silence hit sharper than usual. Every instinct kept whispering that I was making a mistake, but instincts can be dramatic. Mine especially. They act like every sidewalk c
Chapter 138. Inside the Cage.
I woke up the way people wake up after getting hit with something I never saw coming. No warning or a slow rise into consciousness. Just a sharp pull from the darkness and a painful awareness that something was wrong.My head throbbed first. Then my vision cleared. Then the cold hit me.The floor under me was metal, smooth and freezing. The room was dim but not dark, and the lights buzzed faintly overhead. That buzzing told me everything I needed to know. It wasn’t a base. It wasn’t a hideout. This was a facility, Industrial, organized and efficient.And I was restrained.Thick cuffs held my wrists behind me. My legs were locked too, ankles pressed together by some kind of reinforced clamp. Whoever had taken me didn’t bother hiding their intentions. This was containment. I lay still, I didn’t open my eyes fully, I didn’t move my head, I let my breath stay shallow and uneven. Pretending to be unconscious is an old habit that never stops being useful.Footsteps approached from somewher
Chapter 139. Seth’s Disappearance.
Noel's POV I noticed it almost immediately.Seth wasn’t there.Not in the usual places, not at training, not lazily leaning against the walls like he always did, observing us. Not in the operations room where he spent hours reviewing intelligence and planning missions. Not even in his room.At first, I thought maybe he had gone to make a call, or grab some food. But as the minutes passed, that explanation stopped making sense. My stomach twisted with a feeling I didn’t want to admit... worry... Genuine worry.“Alex…” I called, my voice unsteady. I didn’t even realize I was pacing back and forth in the small briefing room. My hands gripped the edge of the table like I could anchor myself if the panic took over. “Seth… he’s not here.”Alex looked up from the tablet he was scrolling. His expression, normally so unreadable, hardened in an instant.“What do you mean ‘not here’?” His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it.“I mean… I don’t feel him. He’s not anywhere in the facil
Chapter 140. The Black Reading
Seth's POV I stayed in that metal cage longer than I expected.One full day. Twenty four hours of cold concrete, recycled air, distant footsteps, and waiting.Waiting was part of the job. But waiting while pretending to be unconscious, trapped among terrified teenagers who were holding on to their last pieces of hope, that one was a different kind of patience.I kept still, breathing evenly, letting my body sag just enough to look limp but not enough to fully shut down my awareness. Every sound mattered. Every vibration in the floor, every whisper from guards outside the room, every small movement from the hostages. I memorized it all.If I revealed even a sliver of my ability… this entire undercover mission would be dead before it started.The Revolution operated differently from anything I had seen. They weren’t sloppy. They weren’t disorganized. They weren’t impulsive. Everything here was clinical. Efficient. Like an assembly line built for human trafficking.Or maybe human weapon