All Chapters of The Useless Son-In-Law Is A System God Of War: Chapter 31
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CHAPTER 31. BACK IN THE FLESH
Landon woke to darkness. Not soft darkness. Not the calm kind that comes when a person sleeps too long. This darkness felt thick. Heavy. Almost alive. It pressed against his skin like a cold hand.He opened his eyes again, slower this time. A dim red light blinked on the ceiling. Machines hummed around him. Warm air touched his face. He felt a blanket pressed over his legs, its weight strange and almost foreign. A sharp ache crawled up his spine, as if his own bones were not sure they belonged to him.He tried to sit up. Pain hit him fast. Deep pain. Real pain. He dropped back down with a quiet gasp.A voice spoke from the corner. “Do not sit yet.”The voice was calm. Soft. Worn down by long hours. Landon turned his head. The motion made the room tilt for a second. When it settled, he saw Priya standing near a shadowed wall. Her hair was tied back in a messy knot. Her eyes looked tired, almost bruised, but focused. Her hands held a tablet, but her attention stayed locked on him.
CHAPTER 32. GHOSTS OF THE OLD VANGUARD
Cold wind rushed through the empty streets as Landon and Priya walked toward the old Vanguard headquarters. The sky hung low with thick gray clouds. Every sound felt louder than it should. Every shadow moved like it carried a pulse.Landon pulled the hood of his jacket up. Priya walked beside him with her tablet held tight against her chest. Her boots clicked against broken concrete. The sound echoed like tapping fingers in a quiet room. The building came into view. It stood at the end of a dead street. The tower that once stretched tall was now a burned shell. Steel beams jutted out like broken ribs. Soot covered the walls. Windows were shattered, leaving dark holes where bright lights used to shine.Landon stopped for a moment and stared. It felt like looking at a body he once knew. A friend that could not speak anymore. His jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists without him meaning to.Priya looked at him. “Are you alright?”“No,” he said. “But that is fine. I do not need
CHAPTER 33. CLAIRE, THE MIND OF THE VANGUARD
Snow drifted across the city as Landon and Priya walked toward the campus of the Strategic Cognition Institute. The tall buildings around them glowed with soft yellow lights. Students hurried between classes with their heads down, jackets tight around their shoulders, unaware of the storm rising beneath their feet.Landon kept his hood up. Priya stayed close beside him. Neither spoke. Both felt the weight of the creature that had stood in the ruins. Both felt the echo of its broken voice.Harrow wakes. The words clung to Landon like cold fingers. They reached the main entrance of the institute. The building rose tall with smooth glass walls. A giant star map shimmered across the front in shifting silver constellations. The air inside felt warm when the doors opened, but the warmth did nothing to calm the tight pressure in Landon’s chest.Priya led the way through the halls. Students walked past them, laughing or whispering or tapping on tablets. They looked peaceful. Safe. Landon
CHAPTER 34. NAVARRO’S RETURN
The wind off Lake Michigan cut through the convoy like a knife. Night had fallen, and a faint fog rolled in from the water, curling around the docked ships and steel containers. The moon reflected off the black waves, but the light did little to warm the chill in the air.Navarro gripped the steering wheel of the armored truck. Sweat trickled down his temple even though the air was frigid. His eyes stayed sharp on the dark horizon, muscles coiled, ready to spring. Years of protecting convoys had taught him one thing: danger did not announce itself before it struck.Beside him, a young engineer from the logistics company tapped nervously on the dashboard. “Are you sure it’s safe?” she whispered.Navarro didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His hand flexed around the wheel, and every nerve in his body screamed that something was moving in the shadows.The cargo they were transporting was high-value biotech equipment. Expensive. Dangerous. And in the wrong hands, lethal.A faint sound rea
CHAPTER 35. JIN, THE PHANTOM HACKER
The city was quiet at night. Fog rolled off the Milwaukee River, hiding streets and alleys in gray mist. Streetlights flickered, and the occasional siren echoed in the distance. But Landon did not notice the quiet. He only noticed the traces, small, faint anomalies in the network traffic, breadcrumbs left by someone clever. Someone fast. Someone hiding.Jin! He had been gone for weeks. Hunted by the authorities. Hunted by Syndicate remnants. Hunted by everyone who feared what he could do with a keyboard and a virus. But Landon had found him.He stood on the rooftop of a crumbling apartment building, looking down at the neon glow of the laundromat below. The building had been abandoned for years. Paint peeled from the walls. The windows were cracked. A forgotten sign swung gently in the wind.Priya crouched beside him, her tablet glowing softly. “This is it,” she said. “All anomalous traffic points here. Basement access confirmed. No cameras outside the perimeter. Very little monit
CHAPTER 36. PRIYA’S WEB
The city was alive with secrets. Streetlights reflected on wet asphalt. The Milwaukee River moved silently past warehouses, docks, and abandoned factories. Somewhere above, drones patrolled, but they didn’t see the small network forming below.Priya stood in the center of a dimly lit room in the new Vanguard hub. Screens glowed around her, casting her face in blue light. Each screen showed a different stream of information: social media feeds, encrypted messages, financial transfers, security cameras, and network anomalies.She moved from one screen to another, tapping codes and tracing patterns. Lines of connection formed in the air as holographic graphs displayed her data. Each connection represented a person. A whisper. A lead. A source.“This is only the beginning,” Priya said softly, almost to herself. Her voice was steady, but her eyes burned with intensity. “Every lead, every whisper, every broken piece of information… it all matters.”Landon watched her from across the room.
CHAPTER 37. BROTHERHOOD INTERRUPTED
The night was quiet over Milwaukee, but the stillness felt heavy. The city’s lights glimmered against the dark river, reflecting in pools along cracked asphalt. Somewhere, a distant siren wailed, fading into the fog.Landon walked through the Vanguard’s hidden operations hub beneath the derelict warehouse. The faint hum of servers filled the air. Screens glowed blue. Holographic maps displayed Milwaukee’s streets, gang territories, Syndicate activity, and Harrow’s fragment movements.He rubbed the back of his neck, tension coiling through him. Each day brought new threats, new puzzles, and new dangers. He had survived death, ascended through the system, and returned to the physical world. Yet nothing tested him more than the people around him. Allies. Friends. And sometimes, family.A metallic clank echoed from the stairwell. Landon’s hand dropped to his side, instinctively reaching for his concealed pistol. “Who’s there?” he called, voice low but firm.A shadow emerged. Broad shoulde
CHAPTER 38. BUILDING THE NEW VANGUARD
The river smelled of iron and decay. Mist rolled over the surface in thin sheets, curling into the cracks between derelict warehouses. Landon stood at the edge of the Milwaukee River, looking at the hulking skeleton of a building that had long been abandoned. Broken windows gaped like empty eyes. The brick walls were blackened from old fires. It looked dead.But Landon didn’t see dead. He saw potential. He saw a fortress. He saw a home for the new Vanguard.“Looks like hell,” Marcus said, stepping beside him. The older man’s boots crunched over broken glass and rusted metal. “And you want to live here?”“We’re not living here,” Landon said. “We’re building here. Safe. Hidden. Strong. And when we’re done, nothing in Milwaukee will ever touch us without knowing we’re coming.”Marcus snorted. “You’re dreaming.”“I’m planning,” Landon corrected. “There’s a difference. Dreams don’t survive gunfire. Plans do.”Claire arrived, her boots light on wet concrete. She carried a tablet loaded wi
CHAPTER 39. THE FIRST LEAD
The city slept, but the streets of Milwaukee were never truly quiet. Neon signs flickered, streetlamps hummed, and somewhere in the alleys, the faint buzz of illegal tech carried on the wind. Landon stood on the roof of the derelict warehouse that now served as the Vanguard’s hidden hub. Mist rose from the river below, curling around the nearby bridges. The air smelled of wet asphalt and iron.Priya stepped beside him, tablet in hand. Her face was lit by the glow of the screen. “I have something,” she said. “A lead.”Landon turned to her, his expression calm but sharp. “Show me.”She tapped a few icons, and a network of glowing points appeared over the city streets. “City council officials, corporate executives, and tech startup owners. Half of them are laundering Syndicate money. They’re funneling biotech weapons and experimental serum into street gangs. Small shipments, night moves. But consistent.”Landon’s brow furrowed. “How deep?”“Deep enough that if we hit one node, another
CHAPTER 40. STREET FIRES
The night was alive with chaos. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, mingling with the acrid smell of smoke. Milwaukee’s south side burned in small, controlled pockets. Fires from overturned cars cast flickering shadows across graffiti-smeared walls.Landon crouched atop a broken wall, surveying the streets below. His eyes, sharp and calculating, tracked the movement of men in dark jackets. Some ran with crates, others climbed over fences, and a few carried strange containers that glowed faintly under the streetlights.“They’re using the chaos to move shipments,” Landon said into his comm. “Marcus, Navarro, cover the east side. Priya, feed Claire every visual we can get. Jin, lock all digital access. We move in coordinated waves.”Claire’s voice was calm, clipped. “Team is online. Sensors active. Movement patterns visible. They’re not expecting organized resistance.”Landon’s pulse quickened. The first street attack had begun. A gang of enhanced mercenaries poured into an alley, t