All Chapters of CLASS F’S MONSTER SON-IN-LAW: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
The hand that breached the white silence of the Terminus was not flesh, nor was it metal. It was a conglomeration of collapsed stars, nebulae, and the freezing vacuum between galaxies, held together by a gravitational will that defied comprehension. It was the size of a continent, reaching through the doorway of the End of Time with a slow, terrifying inevitability.Liam Vex stood paralyzed on the obsidian floor, his breath hitching in a throat that felt raw from his digital scream. Beside him, the withered form of the First Ascended hung from the violet data-column like a dried husk, his once-glorious blue kinetic armor reduced to a few flickering sparks."Do not look at it directly," the Ascended rasped, his voice sounding like grinding dust. "It is the Macro-Entity. The Owner. To perceive its true form is to invite your own atomic decoherence. It does not exist in three dimensions; it is forcing itself into this room to collect the Yield."Liam shielded his eyes, looking instead at
Chapter 82
The silence of the Terminus was heavier than gravity. Liam Vex slammed his fist against the obsidian console, his knuckles splitting, leaving a smear of red human blood on the pristine black interface."Open!" he screamed, his voice swallowed by the infinite acoustic dampening of the server room.The screen blinked, indifferent.> SYSTEM LOCKED. SAFE MODE ACTIVE. > ADMINISTRATOR ACCESS REQUIRED. > ERROR: USER 'LIAM_VEX' HAS INSUFFICIENT KINETIC PRIVILEGES.He was trapped at the end of time, watching a looped video of Elara trapped in Hell. The "Clear" energy—the GKE—was gone, burned out in the act of sealing the door against the Owner. He was no longer a Singularity or a Hybrid. He was just a flesh-and-blood boy in a room designed for gods.He looked at the pile of grey dust that used to be the First Ascended. Within the ash, something glimmered—a small, calcified knot of blue crystal. It was the Ascended’s Core Processor, the hard drive of a creature that had lived for a million year
Chapter 83
The Scavenger that burst from the mountain of digital refuse was a nightmare of bad code. It was a colossal, worm-like entity, but its flesh wasn't skin or scale. It was composed of millions of screaming, distorted faces—the discarded avatars of simulations that had failed. It moved with a jerky, stop-motion animation, tearing through the junk piles with a sound like tearing metal and corrupted audio files."Fire protocols!" the Glitch-Walker leader screamed.The Walkers unleashed a barrage of fire from their cobbled-together weapons. Beams of jagged red light and pellets of compressed static slammed into the creature. But the attacks simply clipped through the Scavenger’s body, registering as "Misses" in the broken physics of the dimension."It has no hitbox!" one Walker yelled, before being swallowed whole by the maw of screaming faces. The Walker vanished instantly, deleted from the trash itself.Liam stood his ground, gripping the shattered Aethelian conduit. It was dead metal, co
Chapter 84
The Pale King stood atop the twisted stairs of his Citadel, bathed in the violet pulsing light of the Format Engine. He looked down at Liam with the pity of a god watching an insect struggle against a hurricane."Do not look so horrified, Brother," the Pale King said, his voice smooth and terrible. "She is not in pain. She is fulfilling her potential. The Chronovore’s Heart required a biological casing to interface with the Engine. She is the socket; the Heart is the plug."Liam looked at Elara. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth open in a silent gasp. The violet orb embedded in her chest was throbbing, sending tendrils of dark energy into her veins, rewriting her biology into fuel."Let her go," Liam said, his voice low and shaking. He stepped forward, his high-resolution boots cracking the obsidian floor."If I remove the Heart, the Engine destabilizes," the Pale King explained calmly. "The feedback loop would delete this entire dimension. And since you are currently in this dimen
Chapter 85
The purple ocean beneath Liam’s feet was not water. It was viscous, warm, and smelled of old paper and ozone. As he stood on the surface tension of the cosmic sea, he looked down. Beneath the dark waves, he saw faces—billions of them. They weren't screaming; they were sleeping. They were the inhabitants of every timeline the Chronovore had ever "pruned."Grand Archivist Korum stood ten yards away, his tattered white robes floating in a wind that didn't exist. He looked less like a warrior and more like a ghost who had finally found his haunt."You call it a predator," Korum said, his voice soft, lacking the commanding resonance of the Lunar Faction. "But look around you, Architect. Is this a stomach? Or is it a Museum?"Liam tightened his grip on Elara, who was unconscious in his arms. The violet orb in her chest—the Chronovore’s Heart—was humming in harmony with the mountain of clocks in the distance."It eats time," Liam said, his voice tight. "It ends lives.""It saves them," Korum
Chapter 86
The climb up the mountain of clocks was a pilgrimage through the graveyard of the multiverse. Liam climbed over gears the size of continents, pulling Elara’s weight with muscles fueled by the last, flickering reserves of the Green Kinetic Echo (GKE).Around them, encased in amber-like temporal stasis fields, were the "Exhibits."He saw a civilization of silicon-based lifeforms frozen in the moment of discovering fire. He saw a solar system where gravity worked in reverse, suspended in a crystal sphere. He saw the Pale King, trapped in his bubble, his face frozen in a scream of eternal, silent outrage."It keeps them safe," Elara whispered, her consciousness drifting in and out as the Heart in her chest pulsed in rhythm with the mountain. "It stops the story before it can get sad.""It stops the story before it can get real," Liam countered, hauling them up onto a massive, flat plateau at the summit.The Face of the CollectorThe summit was not a peak of rock or metal. It was a mirror.
Chapter 87
The rain on this future Earth tasted of copper and ash. Liam Vex lay curled in the wet sand, his skin glowing with a feverish, radioactive emerald light. Without the Silencer Mote, the Green Kinetic Echo (GKE) was no longer a tool; it was a cancer. It was rewriting his cells, burning through his mitochondria, trying to turn his biology into pure energy."Liam, stay with me," Elara hissed, dragging him behind the husk of a rusted shipping container. She checked her weapon—a kinetic pistol that was twenty years out of date. "You’re leaking radiation. If that patrol craft has a kinetic sniffer, you’re lighting up like a flare."Liam looked up at the sky. The floating islands above the ruined D.C. skyline weren't magical; they were held in place by massive, humming Kinetic Tethers—beams of solid white light anchored to the ground."They... they weaponized the Order," Liam rasped, steam rising from his skin where the rain hit him. "They used the Hybrid's logic to conquer gravity."The Seek
Chapter 88
The ascent to the floating islands was not a climb; it was a magnetic abduction.The Debugger led them to the base of one of the massive Kinetic Tethers—a pillar of solid, humming white light that connected the ruins of Arlington to a massive chunk of rock hovering three thousand feet in the air. The tether wasn't just a rope; it was a gravity-lift, a stream of focused "Order" that pulled authorized matter upward."This is a supply line for Sector 4," the Debugger shouted over the deafening hum of the beam. He slapped a magnetic patch onto Liam's chest and another on Elara's. "These are hacked ID tags. They tell the beam you're crates of synth-wine for the Seraphim. Don't let go of the guide-rail, or you'll fall out of the gravity envelope and turn into jelly on the pavement."Liam grabbed the rusted metal railing that ran alongside the beam. He looked at Elara. She was staring up at the floating rock, her face set in a grim mask."You ready to meet her?" Liam asked, his voice straine
Chapter 89
The world was a blur of grey ruin and rushing wind. Liam Vex was falling at one hundred and twenty miles per hour, his body a burning comet of emerald fire. Above him, the colossal mass of the Sector 4 Floating Island tumbled through the sky like a moon pulled from orbit, shedding waterfalls of crystal-clear water and chunks of marble that rained down like meteors.But Liam’s eyes were locked on the target below him: The Saint of Silence.She fell with a terrifying, unnatural grace. Her robes of woven light didn't flap in the wind; they remained perfectly still, unaffected by the physics of the descent. She was a fixed point in a chaotic system, diving straight for the Atmospheric Processor mounted on the roof of the fortress-like White House."You won't reach it!" Liam roared, the wind tearing the words from his mouth.He tucked his arms in, streamlining his body. He pushed the Green Kinetic Echo (GKE) to its limit, using the energy not to fly, but to Overclock his own mass. He made
Chapter 90
The hover-truck tore across the shattered landscape of Maryland, its engines whining in protest as they pushed seventy miles per hour over terrain that no longer obeyed the laws of topography. Behind them, the D.C. skyline was gone, replaced by a towering, swirling vortex of grey pixels and white light—the overwrite Zone.Liam Vex lay in the truck bed, staring back at the encroaching horizon. It was a terrifying sight. The "Overwrite" wasn't a wall of fire; it was a wall of Bad Data. As the wave advanced, mountains flattened into two-dimensional planes. Forests dissolved into scrolling lines of green binary code. The sky above flickered, revealing the black grid of a wireframe model beneath the clouds."It's moving faster than the truck!" Liam shouted, his voice hoarse. He tried to summon a spark of the Green Kinetic Echo (GKE), but his chest felt hollow, a burnt-out socket where a sun used to be."The Hybrid King isn't just rewriting the map," the Debugger yelled from the turret, fir