All Chapters of The Son-in-law: Chapter 91
- Chapter 100
127 chapters
RESCUE
CHAPTER NINETY- ONE :The ice beneath Billy’s boots shifted as he sprinted toward the relic beam, its pulsating light a cruel reminder of the station’s deadly choreography. Every step had to be precise; misstep, and the energy would crystallize him, freezing blood and bone alike. The air itself seemed alive, humming with latent power that vibrated through his chest and made his teeth chatter, even inside his insulated jacket.Owen was close behind, his breath puffing in tight clouds, rifle aimed but useless against the energy blast that moved like a predatory animal. “Billy! Move faster! That beam—if it hits you, you’re gone!”Billy’s heart pounded. He had seconds, maybe less, to act. The Luoshen relic beam was no ordinary weapon. It reacted to the smallest fluctuations in movement and temperature, an intelligent force designed to punish the unwary. He felt its icy tendrils brush against his sleeve as he leapt over a glowing node, shoving a console to redirect part of the energy. Spar
PLUSE
CHAPTER NINETY- TWO :The alarms were no longer mechanical. They sounded alive—like a wounded animal screaming inside metal lungs.The entire Arctic station trembled under the storm outside and the chaos within. Red lights stuttered through the corridors, flashing across frost-bitten walls as Billy and Tyla stumbled toward the control core. Owen’s voice crackled over the comms, half drowned in static:> “Billy—defense grid’s gone rogue! You’ve got less than two minutes before—”The line cut.Billy slammed his hand against the comms panel. “Owen! Say again!”Nothing but the shriek of feedback.Tyla pushed past him, her breath fogging. “Forget it! We can’t out-shout a system that’s eating itself!”Ahead, the corridor ended in a massive circular door. Its surface shimmered with symbols that twisted like they were alive, glowing brighter every second. A relic defense protocol—one of the ancient safeguards designed to protect the Luoshen engines from tampering. Except now, it wasn’t defend
PRESSURE
CHAPTER NINETY-THREE :The storm outside hadn’t stopped — it just changed its rhythm. What started as a blizzard had become a low, animal growl that rolled through the base’s steel bones. Every metal sheet vibrated with it, like the place itself was shivering.Billy stood near the observation deck window, watching frost crawl slowly up the glass. His breath left small clouds that disappeared too fast, as if the air didn’t want to hold onto warmth anymore. Behind him, Tyla paced — slow, methodical steps that matched the ticking sound of the loose bulb overhead.“You’re thinking too loud,” she said without looking up.“I’m thinking we’re being watched,” Billy muttered. “That’s not loud. That’s survival.”Tyla stopped pacing. Her reflection met his in the glass. “By who? The Curator? Or your own shadow?”He didn’t answer. The question hit deeper than it should have. Because she was right — part of him was running from himself. From the decisions that led them here. From the weight of bei
FRACTURE
CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR : The base felt quieter after the orb vanished. Too quiet — like the walls themselves were waiting to hear what they’d say next. Billy sat in the dim lab, staring at the burn mark that used to be the orb. The faint outline of his initials still shimmered when the emergency lights flickered. It wasn’t a trick of the eye. It was real. He rubbed his temples, feeling the dull throb of exhaustion and dread pressing against his skull. Every rational part of his brain screamed to move, to act, to do something — but his instincts told him not to. The Curator wasn’t playing checkers anymore. This was chess. And Billy had just realized he was standing on the wrong side of the board. Tyla leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp but tired. “You’ve been staring at that floor for twenty minutes. You expecting it to write back?”
BETRAYER
CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE :The cold, eerie silence of the hidden temple pressed against Billy like a living thing. The Luoshen murals stretched along the ice-laced walls, illuminated by the pale beams of their flashlights. Every figure etched into the stone seemed to be watching, judging, waiting. Billy’s boots crunched softly on the frosted ground as he moved, his eyes scanning the murals with a mixture of curiosity and dread.Tyla, carrying a compact scanning device, stayed a step behind him. “These markings… they’re not just art,” she murmured, her voice barely carrying over the low hum of the station’s failing systems. “They’re records. Stories… histories. Prophecies, maybe.”Billy nodded without answering, feeling a chill beyond the icy air. He had learned, painfully, that anything ancient connected to the Luoshen carried weight — and danger. The murals here depicted a pattern of the constellations, interwoven with human figures, some triumphant, others kneeling or recoiling. It was a
DECODING THE PAST
CHAPTER NINETY-SIX :The temple’s icy air seemed heavier now, charged with the residual energy of the murals. Every corner hummed faintly, a low vibration that resonated through Billy’s bones. The revelation about his father had left him raw, but there was no time to dwell on betrayal. The constellation pattern was moving, shifting invisibly, and the Curator was still out there, orchestrating the chaos.Tyla crouched beside one of the murals, her device scanning the intricate glyphs and lines. “Billy… these sequences,” she said, voice tight with focus, “they’re instructions as well as warnings. The murals… they’re a map. And if we decode them correctly, they’ll tell us what your father tried to do—and why he failed.”Billy knelt beside her, brushing frost from the wall to get a clearer view. “I don’t need to know why he failed,” he said sharply. “I need to know what comes next. The Curator is out there, and I have a feeling he’s already one step ahead.”Tyla didn’t respond immediately
AMBUSH AT THE TEMPLE
CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN :The moment they stepped deeper into the temple, the air thickened, heavy with the scent of ice, stone, and faint ozone from the lingering relic energy. Billy felt the weight of the murals pressing against him—not literally, but in the way history seemed to converge around this place, demanding his attention. Every pulse from the walls whispered urgency: move carefully, every step matters.Tyla scanned the floor ahead, her device humming faintly. “The glyphs indicate the path splits here,” she said, pointing to two corridors carved into the rock. “One leads toward the next energy node, the other… toward what I think is the protector. But the readings are inconsistent. There’s something masking the true path.”Billy’s hand tightened around the strap of his pack. “So we’re going in blind? That’s just what we need—more surprises.”“Not blind,” Owen corrected, his voice low and measured. “We follow the energy signature. It’s weak, but it’s there. Whoever or whatever
THE PILLAR OF DEFENSE
CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT :Billy’s hands shook as he pressed against the cold surface of the dormant Luoshen pillar. It had been centuries since anyone had interacted with it, yet the energy it radiated felt alive, almost sentient. The temple’s collapse the night before had shaken more than just the stone walls; it had rattled his nerves, leaving him teetering between focus and panic.Owen’s voice broke the silence. “Billy, we need a plan. This isn’t just a relic. It’s a weapon if mishandled.” He stepped closer, scanning the chamber, eyes flicking over the runes carved deep into the stone. “I don’t know if we can even predict what it’s going to do.”Billy inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself. His mind raced with the weight of everything that had led them here—the Curator’s taunts, the cryptic prophecy about his father, the Arctic station incident. He couldn’t let fear dominate him now. The pillar was their advantage. But only if he could unlock it correctly.Tyla approached, her boot
COLLAPSE
CHAPTER NINETY-NINE :The Luoshen temple trembled beneath them, its massive stone walls groaning under the strain of the recently activated pillar. Billy’s heart pounded like a war drum as he and his team stared at the central star-point, which now emitted a beam of ethereal light that shot upward, cutting through the shadows of the temple with surgical precision. Dust swirled in the air, stirred by the rising energy, and the faint glow of the runes pulsed rhythmically, as if counting time in a language older than memory.Tyla’s voice was sharp, snapping him back from his trance. “Billy! We need to move! The structure can’t hold this much energy for long!” She grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the vibrating pedestal. Her eyes, wide with urgency, darted across the chamber. “Every second we linger, the temple becomes more unstable. The star-point’s resonance—it’s collapsing the foundations!”Billy’s teeth clenched. “I can’t just leave it—Owen, the beam—it’s aligning with the next c
ESCAPE
CHAPTER 100 :The Curator’s footsteps echoed through the crumbling temple as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving chaos in his wake. Billy stumbled, still catching his breath from the temple collapse, the beam of the star-point illuminating the debris-strewn floor in fractured streaks of light. The air was thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of fractured stone. Every vibration of the temple echoed in his chest, reminding him that the structure might not survive much longer.Tyla grabbed his arm, her grip firm but trembling. “Billy, we need to get out before this whole place caves in. The Curator… he’s gone, but that beam—he knows we’ve activated it. He’ll come back stronger.” Her eyes darted toward the remaining standing pillars, their runes still glowing faintly as residual energy pulsed through the chamber. “We can’t waste another second.”Billy shook his head slightly, still processing the murals he had seen. His father’s face had stared back at him, labeled as a betray