All Chapters of The Son-in-law: Chapter 141
- Chapter 150
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THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS
CHAPTER 144 :The chamber rumbled like a throat swallowing fire.Billy Anderson didn’t hear the shaking at first — the relic was screaming too loudly inside him. It pulsed behind his ribs like a second, violent heartbeat, trying to shove him into a rage he couldn’t step back from. Lava churned beneath the fractured Luoshen altar, bubbling and spitting up molten sparks that lit the cavern walls in blistering gold.And trapped between Billy and the boiling pit was him —The Curator.His robes were half-burnt from the fight already, ash clinging to his face, that eerie calm still plastered across his expression as though the world collapsing around them was some routine clerical inconvenience. His silver-rimmed spectacles had cracked down one lens, hanging crookedly on his nose, but his voice stayed maddeningly measured.“Billy,” he said, “your father chose this fate. The gateway did not take him — he walked into it.”Billy’s breath left him like a punch.Not a lie.Not a distraction.Th
BREAKING THE BOND
CHAPTER 145 :The chamber didn’t just shake — it convulsed.Stone cracked. Lava spat upward in molten arcs. The heat hit Billy in heavy waves that made every breath feel like inhaling burning sand. He staggered backward from the Curator, clutching his chest as the relic pulsed inside him like a fist beating against a door.He could still feel Tyla’s presence in his mind — faint but steady, like fingers pressed against a fogged window. The echo of her voice lingered:I’m not losing you. Fight it.But now that she had pulled him back, the relic was retaliating.Pain lanced through his ribs so violently his vision flashed white. He hit the ground on his knees, biting back a sound that wasn’t quite a scream.The Curator watched him from several feet away — hunched, wounded, but still maddeningly composed. His breathing was ragged, his robe torn, blood streaked down one side of his face. But the damn man still observed Billy the way a scientist watches a specimen in a cage.“You can’t keep
THE STAR-POINT
CHAPTER 146 :Billy Anderson’s chest heaved as the heat of the volcano’s core pressed against his skin, sweat stinging his eyes. The chamber around him was a storm of molten rock and ancient Luoshen glyphs, twisting and pulsing with energy that made his very bones vibrate. The star-point before him—a towering construct of interlocking relics and glowing crystals—throbbed with the anticipation of completion, a rhythm that seemed to echo across the earth and sky. Every fiber of the relic’s energy called to him, tempting him to yield, to let the constellation complete its cosmic alignment. But Billy’s mind was unyielding. He couldn’t let it happen—not while the Curator still breathed, scheming to twist that power for his own domination.He took a step closer, boots crunching on fractured rock. The air shimmered around the star-point, a distorted heat haze interspersed with arcs of pure energy that sizzled with the relic’s resonance. His fingers brushed over the outermost crystal, and imm
THE VOLCANO ERUPTS
CHAPTER 147 :The ground beneath Billy Anderson’s boots quaked violently, throwing him off balance as the volcano’s wrath revealed itself in full fury. Dust and shards of molten rock tumbled from the chamber’s ceiling, punctuated by deafening cracks that sounded like the world splitting open. The heat was unbearable, pressing against skin and lungs like a tangible force. Sparks flew across the air, igniting small plumes of smoke, and the acrid scent of sulfur filled their nostrils. Every step they took had to be precise, every movement deliberate, or they risked being crushed, scorched, or trapped forever.Billy’s pulse raced—not from fear alone, but from the relic pulsing along his veins, whispering, nudging, testing him. Even though the star-point lay destroyed behind them, its death throes had left a residue of raw energy that made the air vibrate. He could feel it in every nerve ending, every heartbeat, a hum that screamed for attention. This wasn’t just a collapse—it was the plan
THE CURATOR FALLS INTO THE LAVA
CHAPTER 148 :The heat hit them first. Not the kind of heat that comes from mere fire or molten rock, but a living, almost sentient burn that pressed into every nerve ending. Billy Anderson could feel it crawling under his skin, racing along his veins, reacting to the fragments’ energy like a pulse within him. Behind them, the remains of the volcano star-point had erupted in a frenzy of molten energy, sending rivers of incandescent rock streaming across the chamber, carving paths that glowed like veins of fire through the collapsing earth. Smoke and ash hung thick in the air, obscuring their vision, filling their lungs with acrid bitterness.And there, in the middle of it all, the Curator teetered on the edge of the lava pit, the heat warping the edges of his form. His robes were singed, his hair and skin streaked with soot and sweat, but his eyes—icy, calculating, impossibly alive—locked onto Billy with an intensity that made the fragments inside him pulse harder. Billy could feel th
THE ESCAPE
CHAPTER 149 :The moment they left the collapsing chamber behind, the air changed. It went from blistering, skin-peeling heat to a thick, suffocating dampness that clung to their clothes and hair like a second skin. The tunnel ahead was narrow, carved in that precise, geometric Luoshen style that always made Billy feel like he was walking through a machine rather than a passageway.The walls were carved with angular lines, intersecting like constellations, each groove glowing faintly with residual energy from centuries-old inscriptions. The light pulsed softly, reacting to the fragments inside him—each pulse in sync with his heartbeat.Tyla noticed it first. “Billy… your chest.”He looked down. Through the soot coating his shirt, faint bluish light seeped through, outlining the relic-bond under his skin like fireflies trapped beneath flesh.Owen’s jaw tightened. “We don’t have time for whatever that is. Keep moving.”The mountain groaned behind them, a deep, primal growl of shifting e
THE WHISPER THAT DIDN'T DIE
CHAPTER 150 :The transport platform slammed to a stop with a violent jolt that sent all three of them stumbling. Dust billowed into the air. Billy’s knees buckled first; he caught himself against the wall, gasping as the relic inside his chest sent a jarring shock up his spine.Tyla was immediately beside him. “Billy—hey, breathe. Slow down.”“I’m fine,” he muttered.He wasn’t.His vision pulsed like someone was dimming and brightening the world with a switch.Owen scanned the tunnel ahead, gun raised, shoulders still tense from the drop. “This way. I think daylight’s close.”Billy forced himself upright and moved, though every step felt like he was dragging a ghost tethered to him. Not the Curator—something older, something cold, something that had been waiting far longer than any human could.The tunnel widened gradually until a faint glow appeared in the distance.Not Luoshen light.Real sunlight.Warm, steady, natural.Tyla exhaled. “Finally.”They stepped out into the open air.
THE WORLD TILTS TOWARD BILLY
CHAPTER 151 :The world didn’t fall quiet after the volcano eruption — it erupted into noise.News alerts, conspiracy videos, shaky drone footage of the mountain bleeding fire…But under all that chaos, one thing kept repeating like a heartbeat:Billy Anderson’s name.Not William.Not “the boy survivor.”Not “anonymous teen.”No — Billy.Billy Anderson.And that was the first sign something was wrong. Because the world shouldn’t have known his name at all.---At first, Billy didn’t realize how big things had gotten.He was too busy trying to breathe without feeling the star-point echoing through his ribs.The relic-bond wasn’t just humming now — it was syncing with him, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat, like it was learning him in real time.The three of them — Billy, Tyla, Owen — had barely escaped the Luoshen tunnel. Their clothes smelled of smoke and dust. Their lungs scraped with every inhale. And their nerves were shot as if someone had plugged them into a faulty generator.
SOMETHING IN HIM SHIFTS
CHAPTER 152 :Billy didn’t realize how much he’d changed…Not really.Not until the morning after Owen’s revelation.The safehouse was still dark, the kind of dawn where the light isn’t light yet — just a pale suggestion leaking through the trees. Owls still called. Fog clung low. The whole world looked like it was holding its breath.Billy sat on the edge of the cabin’s old water trough, splashing his face with freezing mountain water, trying to shock himself into feeling normal.It didn’t work.His reflection stared back at him — but it wasn’t the reflection he remembered.His eyes had always been brown. Soft brown. Uneventful brown.Now?They weren’t glowing… exactly.But they held a faint fractal shimmer, like the light inside them wasn’t bouncing off — it was coming from within.He touched his face.It still felt like skin.Still felt like him.But deeper down — in the bone, in the pulse — something was off.Something leaning away from human.He splashed his face again. Harder. L
THE HUNT BEGINS
CHAPTER 153 :The danger didn’t come with sirens.It came with silence.A silence too sharp, too exact — like the world inhaled and forgot how to exhale.Billy felt it first.Not because he sensed danger the way a normal person might, but because the relic under his skin tightened like a muscle clenching in warning. The pulse of it jerked through him so sharply his breath hitched.He jerked upright from the chair he’d been sitting in.Tyla, who had been pacing the cabin’s narrow living room, stopped mid-stride. “What’s wrong?”Billy put a hand to his chest.“Something’s— I don’t know. Something’s pressing in. Like a signal.”Owen, who sat hunched over a radio receiver, didn’t look up. “Is it the relic again?”“No,” Billy said. His voice dropped. “This is human.”Tyla frowned. “Human? How can you tell?”Billy didn’t have the words for it.It wasn’t a feeling he could explain.It was more like pressure.Like the air around him had thinned — but only around him.Localized. Intentional.“