All Chapters of The Shadow God Of War Returns: Chapter 101
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CHAPTER 100
Zarek didn’t look pleased, and he certainly didn’t look afraid.He remained by the corner, waiting.The two operatives exchanged a silent, chilling glance.They had been playing with him. Testing the limits of the Architect’s aging shell.Now, the game was over.The lead operative moved in a blur that outpaced Robert’s reflexes.Before Robert could throw another punch, a forearm smashed into his throat, slamming him back against the shimmering golden wall.SMASH.The second operative swept Robert’s legs out with a brutal, lightning-fast kick.CRACK.Robert hit the marble hard. He tried to roll…A heavy boot slammed into his chest, pinning him like an insect to a board. The air exploded from his lungs in a wheezing gasp.“Enough,” the operative growled.He didn’t merely restrain Robert. His fingers found precise nerve clusters along the shoulder.Robert’s right arm went numb, then ignited in searing, white-hot agony that sent his vision swimming.“You… you…” Robert choked. “Monsters…”
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The silence of the Sullivan estate was no longer the peaceful quiet of luxury; it was the heavy, suffocating stillness of a tomb.Outside the massive doors, chaos had already begun.The black SUVs of the Sullivan sons and their families screeched to a halt in the driveway.The wives were the first to notice the shift.Alessandra and the second wife were at each other’s throats before they even cleared the gravel, their voices shrill with fear and irritation.“I told you Robert was being too reckless with these buyers,” Alessandra hissed, clutching her designer bag like a shield. “Look at the gate! Security isn’t even checking our IDs. And the rose garden… there are boot prints everywhere. Heavy, tactical prints!”“Shut up, Alessandra!” the other snapped, her eyes darting to the empty perimeter.“Where is everyone? Where’s the Architect’s wall of meat? It’s like the house is abandoned.”They shoved through the front doors, the sons, Marcello, Victor, and the others, following close behi
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The silence that followed Zarek’s declaration was absolute, but it lasted only a second before the air was punctured by Victor’s booming, incredulous laughter.“Zarek Riggs?” Victor wheezed, clutching his stomach as he looked at Marcello. “Did you hear that? The stray thinks he’s royalty! He’s been in that basement too long. He’s breathing mold!”Marcello joined in, though his laughter was tighter, more forced. He stepped forward, poking a finger toward Zarek’s chest, stopping just short of making contact.“Who do you think you are? You put on a fancy suit and stand up straight, and suddenly you’re a ‘Riggs’?”Marcello sneered, the name tasting like ash in his mouth because he had no idea what it meant.“What is that, a brand of watch? A line of cheap denim? You’re a ghost story, ‘Grisha.’ A nobody we found in a hole to keep our father’s conscience clean.”“Look at him,” Alessandra chimed in, her voice dripping with venom. “He’s acting tough. He thinks a deep voice and a scary look
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Zarek didn’t want to talk much after that. He had confirmed what he came to confirm.The family was innocent, ignorant of what their fathers and husbands had done, ignorant of how Robert had joined in the slaughter of an innocent family.The heavy silence that followed was thick with the sharp scent of ozone from the security shutters.Zarek surveyed the panicked faces before him… men and women who had lived their entire lives cocooned in stolen wealth, oblivious to the blood mixed into the mortar of their own home.“I’ve seen enough,” Zarek said, his voice regaining its chilling, level authority. “It’s clear none of you has the slightest idea whose chair you’ve been sitting in. Your father took something from my family, a legacy he thought he could bury under marble and lies. I’m simply here to take it back.”He gestured toward the grand staircase.“I suggest you all go upstairs. Shower. Wash the filth of your ignorance off. I want everyone to be ready for a formal meeting in one hou
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The heavy door of Victor’s master suite slammed shut, the sound echoing through the unnervingly silent hallway like a gavel.Victor didn’t head for the shower as ordered. Instead, he tore his silk tie from his neck, his face a frantic mask of mottled purple.“He’s a dead man,” Victor hissed, his eyes darting toward the ornate crown molding. “Riggs, Grisha… whatever. He’s a dead man. No one walks into this house and locks me in.”He lunged for the bedside table, shoving aside a stack of heavy watch cases to reveal a hidden biometric pad. He pressed his thumb against it, teeth bared as he waited for the familiar click of the panic room door.The light didn’t turn green.It pulsed, a mocking, rhythmic red.“The system’s dead,” Marcello breathed, his face pale as he watched Victor struggle. He leaned against the wall, clutching his stomach as if he might be sick.“The armory’s in there, Vic. Get the Uzis. If we move together, we can take him.”“I know where the armory is!” Victor roare
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Hearing that, Masha frowned.She had no idea her son was that important. Shaw spoke of him with such respect, and she was only now trying to understand the boy who had just come back.‘He must have joined some terrible gang,’ she thought. ‘If he was fine dealing with Robert alone, then he must truly be part of something dangerous.’“Obstacles,” Masha repeated, the word tasting like iron in her mouth.She looked at Shaw, her eyes searching his hardened face for any sign of a lie.“You talk about him as if he’s a general, Shaw. As if he’s someone who makes decisions for the world… not a boy who was locked in a cellar.”She paced the short length of the rug, her heels clicking in a frantic rhythm.“A gang. That’s what this is, isn’t it? He went missing for days here and there over the years, and I thought he was hiding. But he joined someone. Someone like you. Professional killers who think they can take on a man like Robert Sullivan.”Shaw watched her, his expression unreadable.He saw
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Zarek studied them all, counting silently until he was certain no one was missing.Only then did he finally answer Victor.“Not the whole family, Victor,” Zarek said, pulling out his chair and sitting with terrifying grace.He gestured to the empty seat at the far end of the table.“Gia is currently… elsewhere. But the rest of you? You’re exactly where you belong.”Alessandra slammed her hand onto the table, rings clattering against the wood.“Enough of the games! Where is Masha? You claim she’s some ‘Ackrigg queen,’ but she’s just a servant who stayed too long! Did she put you up to this? Is she hiding with Gia?”Zarek didn’t answer. Instead, he reached to the center of the table and drew a thick, leather-bound book toward himself, the Sullivan Family Registry.He flipped it open, his finger gliding down the list of names.“Victor. Marcello. Giulia. Lucian. Dante. Sienna. Leo. Sofia. Enzo. Nico,” Zarek recited, his voice flat and haunting. “Ten names. Ten heirs to a fortune built on
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Victor’s words were cut short.In a blur of motion no one in the room could follow, Zarek’s hand shot out. He didn’t punch Victor. He caught the pointing finger, the good hand, and twisted it with the casual indifference of someone snapping a dry twig.Victor’s scream collapsed into a choked howl as his knees slammed into the floor.“I told you,” Zarek whispered, bending down until his lips hovered inches from Victor’s ear, his voice terrifyingly calm despite the twitch in his eye. “Every word costs a limb. You’ve been very expensive today, Victor.”He didn’t release him.Instead, Zarek lifted his gaze and looked around the table. The others were frozen, paralyzed by a level of horror they had never known.“Does anyone else have something they’d like to say?” Zarek asked mildly. “Or are we finally ready to discuss the bill?”Victor’s agonized shriek filled the room, a jagged sound that made Enzo and Nico clamp their hands over their ears. When Zarek finally let go, Victor collapsed
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Three minutes.The words filled the air, freezing them in place. One by one, their heads turned toward Zarek, every gaze hard enough to cut flesh.The combined fury of the Sullivans didn’t move him in the slightest.He didn’t even look at them, his attention fixed on the slow, rhythmic sweep of the second hand on his watch. He looked like a man waiting for a bus, not one sentencing a dynasty to death.“What are you looking at?” Victor hissed, his voice trembling with a mixture of agony and pure, concentrated spite. “You think you’re a god because you can hear us? You think you’ve won because you have a few guns and some thermal
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Zarek leaned back, his eyes like polished obsidian.He tapped a command on the table’s surface, and a speaker hidden in the ceiling crackled to life with a burst of static.“The line is open,” Zarek said. “He can hear you. And more importantly… You can hear him.”From the speaker came heavy, ragged breathing and the clinking of chains.The static cleared, replaced by a heavy, rhythmic thud, the sound of a fist striking a reinforced door.Thud.Thud.Thud.Then the breathing returned.Deep.Ragged.Saturated with a cold, familiar malice.“Robert,” Alessandra said, her voice echoing into the ceiling.The thudding stopped instantly.The silence that followed was more terrifying than the noise.“Alessandra?” Robert’s voice rasped through the speaker, stripped of its usual polish but none of its bite. “Why is the house so quiet? Where are the guards? Tell Victor to get down here and open this door before I skin him alive.”One look at her husband told Alessandra what Zarek had done to him.