All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S FORGOTTEN SON: Chapter 231
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Chapter 222 — The Fall Into the Unchosen
The ground vanished, No warning, No tremor. No crack this time. Just absence swift and merciless, swallowing Jenna, Denilson, and Lio in a plunge that tore every thought from their lungs.Jenna clutched Lio to her chest. Denilson seized her arm. The three of them spiraled through a rush of uncolored air that tasted like metal and memories.Light streaked beside them gold, white, black, fractal blue whipping past like the universe was shedding skin.“DEN!” Jenna screamed, voice shredded by the wind.“I’ve got you!” Denilson yelled back, tightening his grip until his knuckles whitened.Lio pressed their face into Jenna’s shoulder, trembling. “Where are we going?”The First Memory’s voice echoed somewhere above faint, fading, like someone shouting from behind a closing door:“You are falling into a place that was never chosen! Brace yourselves!”Then her voice cut. The wind roared louder, Faster. Deeper. Reality blurred into streaks. Jenna’s stomach heaved. “Den I can’t see”A flash of j
Chapter 223 — The Corridor of Echoes
They didn’t land. They lurched their bodies snapping from weight to weightlessness, from motion to stillness like the universe forgot to decide what gravity meant. Jenna’s knees buckled, she caught herself on cold stone.Denilson staggered into a wall, clutching Lio tight enough to bruise. The archway sealed behind them with a soft, chilling click. Silence dropped like a curtain, Not peace, not safety, A silence that listened.A long corridor stretched ahead narrow, dim, endless. Its walls were formed from countless smooth stone slabs, arranged with flawless precision, each engraved with faint lines of text she couldn’t make out. The ceiling hung impossibly high, shrouded in shadow.The air was cool and still like the moment before someone whispers your name. Lio shivered in Denilson’s arms. “Where are we?”Jenna rose slowly, brushing dust from her palms. “I don’t know.”The First Memory stumbled through behind them, gasping, veil half burned away. Cracks glowed blue white across her
Chapter 224 — The Ones You Could Have Been
The glow at the end of the corridor didn’t bloom it unfurled, peeling back the shadows like an ancient curtain. Light spilled across the stone, warm and golden, smoothing every crack, every flaw. The walls straightened. The hum quieted, The air itself inhaled.Jenna felt Denilson’s grip tighten around her fingers. Lio whispered, barely audible, “Mom Dad, someone’s coming.”Not someone, Three. The silhouettes stepped forward calmly, gracefully without the twitchy hunger of the broken echoes before. These figures didn’t flicker. They didn’t distort. They didn’t strain against their shapes.They walked with certainty, with balance, with purpose. The First Memory’s voice dropped to a reverent whisper. “Behold the Echo of All.”Jenna swallowed hard. “What does that even mean?” But she knew the answer the moment the light sharpened because the first figure stepped fully into view, and it was her, but not her.This Jenna stood taller, shoulders straight, eyes unshadowed by fear or exhaustion
Chapter 225 — The Path That Waits for No One
The three paths yawned open like choices given weight and teeth, Left a corridor dipped in shadow, its floor cracked, symbols flickering like dying embers. A cold wind seeped from it, carrying whispers Jenna couldn’t decipher.Right a path lined with harsh white light, sharp enough to sting. Its slabs were smooth, spotless, almost sterile like a world that demanded perfection and punished anything less. Forward the dimmest of the three. Not dark, not bright.Just a steady, quiet glow, soft as breath caught between hope and terror. Denilson exhaled slowly. “That doesn’t look promising.”The First Memory pressed a hand to her chest, cracks spreading like lightning through her form. She was barely holding together threads of her essence leaking out like smoke. “None of the paths here promise anything,”she whispered. “They simply lead somewhere. Which is more mercy than most realms offer.”Jenna held Lio close, her pulse thrumming hard against the child’s small frame. Lio’s heartbeat flu
Chapter 226 — The World Beginning With a Breath
Light did not explode around them this time. It blossomed. Slow, deliberate, like a dawn coaxed into existence by their arrival alone. The air thickened, warmed, then stretched outward as if the universe were inhaling its very first breath.Jenna’s foot touched ground except ground didn’t quite exist yet. It formed beneath her, stone swirling up from nothing in gentle ripples, shaping itself into a smooth path with every step she dared to take.Denilson held Lio close, eyes scanning everything with that old instinct the instinct of a man who expected danger in even the quietest spaces, but this place had no teeth, no threat, no heartbeat besides their own.Just emptiness waiting for form. Just silence waiting for sound. A single whispering wind drifted through the nothingness ahead as if encouraging them deeper.Jenna took Denilson’s hand. “Keep walking. Don’t stop.”He nodded and matched her pace. Lio, carried on Denilson’s hip, watched the world forming around them with wide eyes. “
Chapter 227 — The One Who Greets the Dawn
The figure continued to solidify in the archway slowly, delicately, like a sculpture remembering it had once been flesh. Light dripped from its form in strands that resembled fabric more than energy.Its outline stayed soft, its features only half carved, as if the world hadn’t finished deciding who or what it was supposed to be. Jenna took an involuntary step back.Denilson stepped forward, shielding her and Lio with his body, “Stop right there,” he warned, voice low, ready to swing even if the enemy was made of air and possibility.The figure paused, then dipped its head in an unmistakable gesture of respect. “My apologies,” it said, voice resonant, layered, as if several tones were trying to align into one. “I did not intend fear.”Lio squeezed Jenna’s hand. “They’re not dangerous.”Denilson shot them a look. “You don’t know that yet.”Lio shook their head. “I can feel it. They’re soft.”Soft, A strange word to describe a being that looked like a half dreamed deity, but Jenna felt
Chapter 228 — The First Fracture in a Perfect World
The house held a warmth none of them had felt in months a gentle, newly-born warmth, like the whole structure was breathing slowly, learning them through touch and silence.Light pooled across the floors in soft arcs. Walls hummed faintly, adjusting their shapes as Lio ran from room to room, giggling as doorframes widened or narrowed to fit their height.Jenna stood in the main room if it even was a room yet her hand brushing the surface of a table forming itself grain by grain. Wood spiraled up from nothing, the patterns delicate, shimmering faintly when she traced them.Denilson watched her with an expression torn between disbelief and tenderness. “This place really listens,” she whispered.“It does,” he murmured, voice low, steadying a tone he only used when something mattered too much.She looked at him. “Are you scared?”Denilson didn’t lie. “Yeah.”A slow exhale. “But not of the world. I’m scared of what I bring into it.”Jenna stepped closer, brushing her fingers against his ja
Chapter 229 — The Monster Made From Memory
The shadow at the horizon didn’t simply move it unfolded, as if the darkness itself were peeling away to reveal something beneath, something ancient, something that had waited far too long to be seen.A shape pushed forward, not a beast, not a person, not anything the world had a name for. It was made of absence. A silhouette carved from everything the newborn world had not yet become a yawning hollow stitched together by jagged threads of light.Jenna felt Denilson’s arm instinctively lock around her and Lio, pulling them behind him. The being guiding them faltered, dimming further.“It is early,” it whispered. “This creature should not awaken until your world is older. Until its form is fixed. It should not exist now.”Denilson’s jaw clenched. “So why does it?”The being’s reply was barely a flicker in the air. “Because it was already awake inside one of you.”Jenna’s stomach turned. Her pulse roared in her ears. “That thing came from us?”“Not from you,” the being corrected softly.
Chapter 230 — The Memory That Refuses to Die
The world did not break this time, It remembered. A deep, resonant vibration rolled across the newborn horizon not loud, but felt, rippling through bone and breath and the half-made soil beneath their feet.Jenna’s arms tightened around Lio. Denilson stepped in front of them again, body rigid, eyes locked on the trembling line of distant light.The being struggled to stand, its form flickering like a lantern in a storm. “This one is different,” it whispered, voice strained. “This is not a creature of fear.”Jenna swallowed. “Then what is it?”The being’s glow dimmed further. “A remnant. A shard. Something that lived inside you long before this world ever formed.”Denilson felt the words hit him like cold metal. “Inside who?” he demanded.The being looked at him and for the first time, its expression held sorrow. “You.”A hard silence fell.Jenna turned sharply toward Denilson. “Den?”He stayed still, Too still. Lio clung to Jenna’s leg. “Dad?”Denilson didn’t answer at first. His eyes
Chapter 231 — The Tomorrow That Bleeds Through
The sky cracked, Not like glass Like bone. A thin, gleaming fracture split the pale blue above them quiet, precise, wrong in a way that made the newborn world shudder beneath their feet. The being already dim and trembling lifted its fading face toward the rift with something close to terror.Jenna stepped closer, shielding Lio behind her. “Future?” she echoed. “How can something from the future be here? We haven’t even lived it yet.”The being shook its head weakly. “Time in this world is not linear. It is shaped by intent. By fear. By longing. By what you carry forward.”A pause, its light flickering like a dying pulse. “Your world began unformed but it does not stay young when your thoughts race ahead of it.”Denilson’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re saying something from the future exists because we thought of it?”“No,” the being whispered. “Something from your future exists because it has already been written.”Jenna felt the ground drop inside her. Her pulse quickened, breaths shal