All Chapters of ALL HAIL THE GOLDMASTER: Chapter 181
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Chapter 181. General Cane Speaks.
POV: General CaneI had watched men like Seth rise before, watched them lifted carefully, almost gently, by systems that pretended to admire strength while quietly measuring how to survive it. The pattern never changed, only the faces did, the banners did, the slogans did. I had been young once too, foolish enough to believe recognition meant protection, foolish enough to believe medals were shields instead of markers.Seth stood across from me in the Red House corridor, freshly titled, freshly weighed, freshly boxed in by smiles that did not reach eyes. He looked the same as he had on the battlefield, quiet, alert, distant, like he was already somewhere else, like the room itself was something he tolerated rather than belonged to. The silence between us was thick, not awkward, just full of things neither of us rushed to say.I broke it because silence is how men like him die.“They’ll clap louder tomorrow,” I said, voice steady, controlled, practiced by decades of briefings and funer
Chapter 182. Restricted Files.
Seth's POVSeth did not wait.The moment he left the medical wing, the numbers still glowing behind his eyes, Rose’s vitals refusing to stay still in his mind, he rerouted, not back to his quarters, not to any briefing room, but downward, into the layers of the Red House most officers only ever saw referenced, sealed floors that did not appear on public maps, access points masked behind innocuous labels, “archival,” “legacy storage,” “containment research.” Titles built to sound boring enough that no one ever asked what they truly held. He walked without escort. He did not need one anymore.Panels recognized him before he touched them. Doors disengaged with soft mechanical sighs. Internal sensors flickered green, then vanished from his path. It was subtle, but he felt it, the way the building shifted around him, like something large adjusting to accommodate a presence it could not deny.Clearance, not a privilege but a weapon to him.The first terminal lit up as he approached. No log
Chapter 184. Virek Moves.
Virek's POV Virek watched everything unfold from the shadows of the Red House’s upper levels, where monitors stacked like jagged glass reflected the pulse of the country below. Lines of data scrolled in real-time, showing Seth’s access points, his unusual clearance paths, timestamps of restricted archives, and most dangerously were Rose Tyrel’s medical readouts. The young General had moved with an ease that was unnerving, slipping through layers of bureaucracy and security like a phantom, as if the world itself had made way for him.Virek leaned back in the chair, fingers steepled, a faint crease between his eyes, the weight of centuries of strategy and survival settling in. He’s not just moving, he’s evolving again, Virek thought. Not like a soldier or a revolutionary, not like a weapon assigned to a mission. He’s moving like the system never existed.He reached for the comms panel, his voice calm but precise. “Activate all dormant surveillance feeds, silent mode. Track every step
Chapter 185. Hybrid Threshold.
Seth's POV I'm the confines of another room, the first thing Seth noticed wasn’t the data, it was the silence.Not the normal Red House silence, the padded floor, low hum, distant voices kind of quiet. This was tighter. Like the building itself was holding its breath while he scrolled. Of course Seth was going through more unrestricted files. He stood alone in Archive Sector D, walls of glass screens curved around him, every surface alive with moving models, genetic maps, astrasite interaction charts, neural overlays, blood chemistry projections. His clearance token glowed faintly at his wrist, still accepted, still opening doors, still pretending nothing had changed. He exhaled slowly and pulled the first core file forward. HYBRID THRESHOLD THEORYASTRASITE INTEGRATION VS PRE-EXISTING EVOLVED MARKERS The title alone made his jaw tighten.
Chapter 186. Stabilization Period.
Cassandra's POV. Cassandra learned quickly that the weeks after a war did not feel like relief, they felt like paperwork wearing a human face, they felt like hallways that never ended, like forms that smiled, like screens that said processing and meant waiting, the city of Velkor didn’t explode into chaos the way people imagined after the fall of something powerful, it reorganized, quietly, efficiently, as if the revolutionary army had simply been a corrupted file that the system was now deleting and replacing with cleaner code. From the upper balcony of the temporary command wing, she could see reconstruction crews moving through districts that had once been marked red on every tactical display, cranes lifting steel like ribs being reset, drones stitching together power lines, medics stationed on every major corner not with urgency but with routine, like shopkeepers opening in the morning, the media towers were already a
Chapter 187. Those Who Step Forward.
Noel's POV The suburban lands didn’t look like war zones anymore. They looked like places that had survived one.Half repaired roads, buildings wrapped in scaffolding like they were wearing bandages, solar strips laid crooked across rooftops, temporary shelters stitched into old parking lots. Life had returned in small, stubborn ways. Food carts. Generator hum. Laughter that cut itself off too fast. The kind of neighborhoods that felt like they were holding their breath. Noel stood at the edge of an open concrete field that used to be a sports complex. The bleachers were cracked, the court lines faded, but someone had cleaned the area. Someone had decided this was safe enough for people to gather. About forty of them waited. Men, women, teenagers barely old enough to stand straight under the weight of what they were. A few older faces too. Some in patched civilian clo
Chapter 188. First Blood After the War.
The first sign was the silence.Noel had been expecting chatter, questions, jokes... anything from the new recruits, but as he entered the dormitory where they had been staying since their induction, the atmosphere was off. People didn’t move, conversations died mid word. The usual nervous energy, the tentative bravado of newly recruited Evolves who hadn’t seen a battlefield yet, had vanished. Only a few heads lifted when he approached, and their eyes were wide, taut, too alert.He followed the tension to a single bunk. A bed had been stripped, sheets folded neatly, equipment removed, but the air felt wrong. And on the floor, the smudge of something that didn’t belong on a clean surface caught his attention, a streak of red, faint but unmistakable.His stomach dropped.“Where… who’s…” Noel began, his voice trailing.“They… he…” One of the younger recruits, barely out of training, trembled as he spoke, “he didn’t come back from screening. They said… they said equipment failure, overexe
Chapter 189. Authorized.
Cassandra's POV Cassandra had learned the sound of clean systems. It was a quiet she could feel in her teeth, a gentle consistency in the hum of processors, a predictable rhythm in how data moved when no one was trying to hide anything. The command complex used to sound like that. It didn’t anymore. Now it sounded like something breathing carefully.She sat alone in a secondary analytics room three floors below the medical wing, lights dimmed, terminal split into six vertical panels, each one streaming a different layer of the internal network, access logs, medical authorizations, screening protocols, archive routing tables, personnel movement records, and beneath all of it a raw command line she had no clearance to touch and was touching anyway. The recruit’s name glowed on one panel. Not the public record. The real one. Joren Pell. Eighteen. Evolved onset at thirteen. Shado
Chapter 190: The Ones Who Vanish.
Noel's POVPeople didn’t die anymore.They vanished.That was the new word.Not KIA. Not missing. Not deceased. Not transferred. The terminals didn’t even bother dressing it up with military poetry. The screens simply changed status from ACTIVE to REASSIGNED, then removed the rest like it had never existed.No location.No unit.No handler.Just… gone.Noel noticed the pattern on the third morning.Two names missing from the roster board in Training Hall C. The spaces where their IDs had been were filled with neutral gray bars, the kind the system used when something was “under revision.” The instructors didn’t mention it. The med staff didn’t mention it. The quartermasters didn’t mention it. The other recruits whispered it like a superstition.He stood in front of the board longer than necessary, coffee cooling in his hand, shadows curled low around his boot
Chapter 191: Pressure Lines
Seth's POV Seth learned that power did not always arrive like a storm, sometimes it arrived like a schedule, neat and segmented and endlessly polite, and on the first morning of the week he was guided through six briefings before he had time to finish his first cup of coffee, each room brighter than the last, each table longer, each screen larger, each face newer, and none of them asked him anything he hadn’t already answered in a different phrasing somewhere else. Strategic continuity review bled into infrastructure stabilization, which slid seamlessly into astrasite compliance, which turned into evolutionary ethics, which dissolved into post-conflict optics, and every session ended the same way, with smiles, thanks, an assurance that his presence was invaluable, and a gentle suggestion that he move quickly because the next room was ready. He started to notice the hallways, not their layout, bu