All Chapters of THE HUMILIATED GROOM RETURNS AS A DEITY GOD. : Chapter 101
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When the Eyes Opened
Diana did not move even after the Gate snapped shut, sealing the Harbinger away, her body felt rooted to the ground. Her breath caught between her ribs, trapped by the lingering terror of what she had seen — not his threat, not the shattering of Marcus’s spear, not even the way the world trembled around the Harbinger’s presence.It was the reflection.The version of herself staring back through the closing tear.Her eyes in that reflection had glowed like living fire — not like magic, not like the shard, but something deeper, something ancient and aware.“Diana,” Xavier whispered, shaking her arm gently. “Hey. Stay with me.”She startled, blinking hard as if waking from a dream she didn’t want to remember. Xavier’s face finally sharpened into focus — worried, steady, grounding.“I’m fine,” she managed, though her voice was thin and unconvincing.Behind them, Aetherion tried to stand but buckled, bracing himself on the broken statue. The priestess hurried to help him, murmuring a heali
The Child Who Shouldn’t Exist
For a long moment, no one moved, they couldn't dare move and as the Wind simply swept through the courtyard, stirring the ash and broken stone, but it felt like the whole world had gone still around the small girl standing near the shattered pillar.The younger Diana stood barefoot on the cold ground, her pale hair shifting gently around her face. She didn’t look frightened. She didn’t look confused. She looked heartbreakingly calm — as if she had expected this moment to come.Diana felt her own breath freeze. This wasn’t a vision. This wasn’t magic thrown at them by the Harbinger. This girl was real enough that her footsteps had left prints in the dust.Xavier stepped forward, blade drawn, eyes narrowed. “Stay behind me.”But the child shook her head.“No, Xavier,” she said softly. “You can’t protect her from this.”Xavier flinched. The girl knew his name — knew all of them. She spoke with a strange certainty, like someone who had lived this moment a hundred times.Marcus stepped for
The Path to the Crypt
The sky then tore open behind them as they all ran, a violent, cracking sound split through the air, like the heavens themselves were fracturing under pressure. Silver lightning spiraled downward in jagged arcs, scorching the courtyard stones they had just fled across. Diana didn’t look back — she could feel the pull of the Harbinger behind her, like a cold hand closing around her spine. Every instinct told her to run faster.Marcus led the way, shield shimmering with defensive runes as he carved a protective path through the crumbling ruins. “The western passage!” he shouted over the roar. “It’ll take us into the lower valley!”Xavier tightened his grip on Diana’s wrist as they followed. “Stay with me. Don’t slip, don’t stop.”“I’m not letting go,” Diana breathed, though her legs felt like they might collapse. Her heart wasn’t beating steadily — it pounded in strange, heavy echoes, the aftershocks of the child’s revelation still clawing at her mind.A god, just a fragment of the Cele
The Breath of the Crypt
The darkness had swallowed them all and for a moment, the world narrowed to nothing but the sound of their footsteps and the frantic thrum of Diana’s heartbeat echoing in her ears. The narrow passage curved sharply downward, its walls slick with age and humming with a low, unsettling vibration—like the stone itself remembered something it wanted to forget.Marcus led the group, his spear glowing faintly to give them just enough light to see the ground beneath their feet. “Keep close,” he warned. “These tunnels weren’t made for mortals. They shift.”“They what?” Xavier asked, half in disbelief, half in threat.“They shift when they sense power,” the priestess whispered nervously. “Or when they sense fear.”“Great,” Xavier muttered. “So we’re doomed either way.”Diana tried to focus, tried to steady her pace, but the pressure inside her chest was growing. Not painful—just heavy. Full. Like something unseen was drawing in a breath, waiting. Watching.The Harbinger’s voice could no longer
When Light Breaks Open
The echo of Diana’s transformed voice still vibrated through the collapsing chamber when the Crypt’s ceiling split with a sound like thunder tearing itself apart. Dust and fragments of stone rained down as the pillars supporting the cavern trembled violently. Marcus threw an arm over his eyes while Xavier pushed himself back to his feet, coughing through the swirling dust.“Diana!” he shouted, trying to see through the blinding light surrounding her.Aetherion grabbed his arm to keep him from rushing forward. “Don’t—she’s not stabilized yet!”Xavier shoved him off, panic sharp in his voice. “If she’s not stabilized, then she needs us!”But none of them could reach her. The force around Diana rippled outward like a storm trapped inside a glass sphere, expanding and contracting with a pulse that matched her heartbeat—and something else’s.The priestess staggered backward as a massive crack sliced down one of the ancient stone columns. “The First Light shouldn’t exist anymore,” she whis
The First big Memory
The world returned in fragments the sound before sight, pain before understanding. Marcus was the first to move, dragging himself from the wreckage of shattered stone and broken light. His armor was cracked along one shoulder, his breath sharp with dust and ash. Around him, the once-mighty Crypt had collapsed into a field of ruin; the air shimmered faintly, still warped from the force of Diana’s last surge.He coughed hard, forcing himself upright. “Xavier!” he shouted hoarsely. “Aetherion! Priestess!”For a long moment, there was only silence.Then, from beneath a half-buried column, came a low groan. Marcus sprinted over, bracing his weight and heaving the slab aside. Xavier stumbled out, coughing, blood streaking his face but alive.“She—” he tried to speak, choking on dust. “Diana—where is she?”Marcus turned toward the crater that had once been the center of the chamber. There, in a circle of molten stone, the light still glowed faintly—pulsing like a wounded heart. He took a hes
The Seal of Dawn and War
The ruins did not sleep not so long after the Harbinger vanished and the echoes of his power faded, the shattered Crypt continued to hum with restless energy. Cracks in the stone pulsed faintly with leftover light, like veins beneath wounded skin. The world itself seemed uneasy, as though it knew something ancient had stirred and would not return to rest easily.Marcus stood watch at the edge of the broken hall, his spear grounded, his back straight despite the pain that still burned through his ribs. He had fought wars that lasted centuries, watched empires rise and die, but nothing unsettled him like this quiet. Silence after revelation was always more dangerous than battle.Behind him, Diana sat near the remnants of a fallen pillar, wrapped in a cloak the priestess had draped around her shoulders. Her hands trembled faintly in her lap. Not from cold but from memory.Xavier lingered nearby, speaking in low tones with Aetherion and the priestess. They argued softly about seals, old p
When the Gods Decide to Chose Sides
The dawn did not arrive gently, it had tore itself across the horizon in streaks of bruised gold and burning crimson, as though the sky itself resisted the coming light. From the high ridge overlooking the divine plains, Diana watched the sun rise over a land that no longer felt like it belonged to any one realm. The ground below shimmered with fractured power—old ley lines awakening, ancient wards collapsing, forgotten paths reopening. The world was preparing for war, whether its people were ready or not.Behind her, the camp stirred slowly. Soldiers moved quietly, checking weapons, tightening armor, whispering prayers to gods who might soon stand against them. The priestess walked among them, her presence calm but heavy, offering words of comfort she herself did not fully believe. Aetherion sat near the center of the camp, eyes closed, breathing steadily as he tried to keep the shard within him dormant. Every now and then, a faint pulse of red light slipped through his chest like a
The Choice That Broke the Gods
The light around Diana did not fade it had spread and it rolled across the battlefield like a living tide, pushing back shadow, forcing even the gods to shield their eyes. The First Light was no longer something distant, it was present, awake, and answering her call. The ground beneath her feet steadied, the fractured ley lines knitting together just enough to keep the world from tearing itself apart.Marcus felt it through the seal like a steady heartbeat against his own. Not overwhelming. Not consuming. Anchoring.The Harbinger stepped back for the first time.Only one step, but it was enough to shake the gods who watched.“So it’s true,” Helior muttered, his molten armor dimming slightly. “She’s not just a vessel.”Diana lowered her staff just enough to meet the Harbinger’s gaze. “You wanted a key,” she said calmly. “You forgot something.”The Harbinger’s eyes narrowed. “And what is that?”“Keys choose what they open.”The fissure in the sky shuddered violently, reacting to her wor
What the Light Left Behind
Diana did not dream and that was the first thing she noticed when consciousness returned to her. No visions. No burning corridors of light. No echoing voices pulling her toward something vast and endless. There was only stillness heavy and dark and quiet.Her eyes opened slowly as she lay in a wide stone chamber lit by soft golden lamps embedded in the walls. The ceiling arched high above her, carved with symbols she recognized faintly from ancient texts—wards of rest, protection, and concealment. The air smelled of clean water and herbs.She tried to move, the pain flared instantly, sharp enough to steal her breath.“Don’t,” Marcus said immediately.She turned her head. He sat beside the bed, forearms resting on his knees, armor gone, dark clothing replacing it. He looked exhausted in a way she had never seen before—older, rougher, stripped of the fury that usually held him upright.“You’re awake,” he said quietly.Her throat felt dry. “How long?”“Two days,” he answered. “You scared