All Chapters of The Son-in-law: Chapter 81
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TARGET
SEASON 2: CONVERGENCEA new arc begins.CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE :Billy stood outside the crumbling edge of the cult hideout, wind whipping ash and dust across his jacket. The Luoshen relics they had just cataloged were safe for now, but the hidden vault revealed something that left a lingering cold knot in his chest. Whoever had taken the first relics wasn’t just methodical—they were anticipating them.“Billy…” Tyla’s voice cut through the tension. She hadn’t touched him yet, but her presence was felt like a shadow that refused to separate. Her dark hair whipped across her face, eyes sharp and calculating. Billy noticed the faint tremor in her hands—not fear, exactly, but tension. Something beneath the surface was making her uneasy.He glanced at her. “We know where the next relic is. The prophecy… the pattern—it’s moving faster than we can react. Are you ready for this?”Tyla didn’t answer immediately. She looked down at the data scrolls she had pulled from the vault, tracing the coordina
ARCTIC
CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO :The plane’s engines whined against the frozen gusts outside, each vibration thrumming through Billy’s chest as he stared at the endless white below. The Arctic station, the next star-point in the Luoshen constellation, waited like a jagged tooth in the ice. Tyla sat across from him, her gloved hands tracing patterns on her tablet, eyes unreadable, lips tight with a mixture of excitement and fear. Owen leaned in between them, his brow furrowed and voice low.“We land in thirty minutes. Once we’re on the ice, it’s not just the cold we have to worry about.”Billy didn’t need him to finish the sentence. He already knew. The Curator had orchestrated this, and they were walking into a frozen trap with no clear way out. The relic, the heart of the constellation, was here somewhere, buried in ice older than memory, and someone—someone very clever—was already manipulating it.The snowstorm outside began to pick up, tiny crystals battering the fuselage, each impact sounding
DISTORTED
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE :The Arctic station loomed ahead like a frostbitten fortress, jagged steel and ice fused into a structure that refused warmth or mercy. Billy’s breath misted the inside of his mask, each exhale hanging like a ghost. The team moved cautiously through the snow, boots crunching in rhythm with the wind, but even as he focused on the station, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the environment itself was alive.“Thermal readings are all over the place,” Owen muttered, scanning his tablet. The numbers jumped, sank, and leapt again, as if something—or someone—was interfering. “It’s like the station is… breathing.”Tyla’s gloves clenched the data scrolls. “No, it’s not just interference. Electromagnetic distortions. Sensors, communications… all of it’s dead or lying to us.” Her sharp eyes swept the frozen horizon. “We can’t even see what’s coming at us until it’s too late.”Billy nodded, his gut twisting. He hated that sinking dread, hated it for himself, but even more fo
CONTROLLED
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR :The Arctic station was no longer silent. The corridors they had carefully mapped moments ago now throbbed with an unnatural energy. Lights flickered as if in conversation, panels humming low, sending vibrations through the floor that made the hairs on Billy’s neck stand on end.“Everyone stay sharp,” Billy murmured, voice steady despite the rising tension. His eyes flicked from the flickering lights to the shadows pooling at the end of each hallway. “If anything moves, we react. No hesitation.”Owen’s breath puffed in icy clouds. “It’s worse than we thought. Thermal readings are showing multiple signatures—but none of them are human.”Tyla paused, tracing the warped displays projected along the walls. “Not human… or heavily manipulated. Whoever is controlling this, they’ve altered the station’s internal environment. The energy, the airflow, even gravity readings—everything is wrong. This isn’t just a station; it’s a trap that thinks.”Alice moved behind them, sca
ENGINE
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE :The frozen air of the Arctic station was almost physical, pressing against their lungs, biting through layers of clothing with a persistence that refused to be ignored. Billy’s boots crunched against the frost-hardened metal flooring, a sound that seemed deafening in the oppressive silence. Every corner of the station throbbed with energy, subtle vibrations like a pulse moving through the walls, beneath the floors, through every surface they touched.Owen’s voice broke the quiet. “Sensors are off the charts. There’s something… massive beneath us. Something alive.”Billy swallowed hard, fists tightening around his pack straps. “Alive? Or just the station reacting to our presence?”“Both,” Tyla said without hesitation, her sharp eyes scanning the hallways, calculating. “It’s adaptive, intelligent. We’re walking into the heart of its design. Whoever—or whatever—is controlling this, it knows we’re here.”Alice shivered. “It feels… wrong. Like the walls are watching,
ENCRYPTED
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX :The Arctic wind outside the station bit like knives, rattling the outer walls with relentless persistence. Inside, the hum of the engine had subsided, leaving an almost suffocating silence. Billy, bundled against the cold, watched Tyla hover over the console, her gloved fingers dancing over keys, swiping through data streams that no ordinary human could decipher.“Your name…” Tyla’s voice cracked slightly, almost in disbelief. She didn’t look up at him immediately, focusing instead on the encrypted list flashing across the screen. “Your name is… here.”Billy froze, the weight of those words pressing like ice against his chest. He had prepared himself for many things in this mission, but seeing his name linked to the engine’s core, his bloodline effectively marked within the Luoshen records—it felt like someone had reached inside his very essence and exposed it for the world to see.Owen stepped closer, eyebrows raised. “That can’t be right. These are relic designa
LINEAGE
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN :The hum of the Arctic station was almost deafening now, a subtle vibration coursing through the steel floors. Tyla stared at the console, the encrypted data still pulsing with energy that seemed to respond to her touch. Each node, each relic, each faintly glowing symbol—it all traced a web that connected her, Billy, and the Luoshen legacy in ways she had only begun to understand.Billy leaned against a support beam, his gaze sweeping across the room. Every line of light, every flickering screen reminded him of the stakes. The Curator’s reach was vast, and the implications of their discovery gnawed at the edges of his resolve. He was a key, yes, but the pattern was bigger than him, bigger than anyone in the room.“Billy,” Tyla said, finally breaking her focus from the console. Her voice was quieter than usual, almost reverent. “You need to see this.”He approached, eyes narrowing at the screen. There, among the holographic schematics, were records he hadn’t seen
BLIZZARD
CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT :The Arctic wind clawed at the station’s walls like an angry beast. Snow whipped across the frozen landscape, stinging any exposed skin and reducing visibility to a few feet. Billy tightened his coat and stepped cautiously across the metal platform outside the station. The blizzard was relentless, but what unnerved him more was the unnatural stillness inside the station—a quiet that didn’t belong in a place so hostile.Tyla moved beside him, her boots crunching in rhythm with his own. She scanned the perimeter, eyes sharp, every nerve on alert. “The storm isn’t the only thing we should worry about,” she said, her voice low but clear. “Sensors are spiking in the east wing. Something’s moving in there.”Owen, carrying extra gear, muttered under his breath. “We’re getting too predictable. Every time we step, it’s like the station anticipates us. I don’t like this.”Alice, shifting nervously behind them, shot Owen a glance. “Predictable? You mean dead predictable if
BACKFIRE
CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE :They found the engine staring at them like a sleeping animal: massive, lit from inside with a blue that felt wrong in the mouth. Panels hummed in a language Billy didn’t want to know. Tubes like braided roots fed into a central core that pulsed in a slow, patient rhythm — as if whatever kept it alive had nothing to do with electricity and everything to do with ceremony.“Looks like a god built a generator,” Owen said, softer than was sensible.Tyla didn’t smile. She moved with the kind of careful speed that comes from doing something you know could kill you. “Where’s the control matrix?”Billy pointed. A ring of consoles sat around the central core — old military tech braided into something alien. Screens scrolled symbols that could have been poetry or a death sentence. He felt that odd vertigo again: all the times he’d chased after secrets, and now the secret was a living thing.“Stay sharp,” he told the team. “If the Curator wired it to the Luoshen constellatio
COMPASS
CHAPTER NINETY :The Arctic station’s interior twisted before Billy’s eyes, corridors bending in ways that felt impossible. It wasn’t a trick of the light; the floor beneath them shifted subtly, the very structure responding to some ancient, unknown mechanism. Snow hammered against the exterior panels with a ferocity that made the walls groan, yet inside, it was quieter—too quiet—like a tomb built beneath the ice. Every step Billy took echoed with more weight than it should have, as though the station itself was aware of his presence.Tyla moved ahead, eyes scanning a holographic map projected from a flickering terminal. Her fingers traced the frozen constellation patterns, tracing the nodes as she muttered softly to herself. “Each point is a relic… each relic is a trigger,” she said. Her voice carried tension, almost fear, but also clarity. Billy noticed her hand tremble slightly, though she tried to mask it.Owen brought up the rear, clutching his rifle but more alert than usual. “S