All Chapters of The Campus Guard is a Retired God of War: Chapter 31
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Chapter 31
The "Quiet" lasted exactly forty-two minutes.Alistair stood in the center of the courtyard, the charred badge still hot in his palm. The students were breathing the air of a normal world—thin, scentless, and free of the ozone-sting of the Nexus. For the first time in millennia, Alistair couldn't hear the ley lines humming beneath his boots.He thought it was peace. He was wrong."Alistair," Sarah Kim whispered. She was the first to notice. She wasn't listening to the Victorian echoes anymore, but she was staring at the fountain. "The water. It’s not... it’s not falling right."Alistair looked. The water wasn't flowing in a stream. It was breaking into perfect, floating cubes. The Anchor was gone, but the Laws of Physics that the Anchor had held in place for a thousand years were now like a suspension bridge whose cables had been cut. The bridge doesn't just disappear; it collapses into the canyon.The shattering of the Nexus didn't remove the supernatural from Horizon Imperial. It un
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The sky over Horizon Imperial didn't just break; it unspooled. On one side, the blinding, surgical white of Solariel’s divine light; on the other, the suffocating, matte-black void of the Greater Silence. And in the center, caught in the crossfire of two different types of extinction, were the students."Leo! Hold on!" Elena screamed, reaching for her friend.Leo’s legs were no longer flesh and bone. They were flickering pixels of shadow, a digital-style rot that moved upward with terrifying speed. Every time he tried to use his gravity-warping powers, the Silence seemed to feed on the effort, accelerating the transformation."Don't... don't touch it, Elena," Leo gasped, his voice sounding like it was coming from a long-distance radio. "It’s cold. It’s so cold."Above them, the two Alistairs stood back-to-back.The current Alistair was a jagged silhouette of "Shrapnel-Plate," glowing with the dying embers of the Nexus. The Future Alistair—the one from the Black Box—was draped in a clo
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The transformation of Alistair Cain into the "Glass Badge" had left Horizon Imperial in a state of eerie, high-definition perfection. For three days, the campus was the quietest place on Earth. No monsters, no silence, no gods.Then, at 8:01 AM on Monday morning, the "New Guard" arrived.He didn't come through a portal or a rift. He arrived in a white Bentley that produced no sound, parking it perfectly straight in Alistair’s old spot. He stepped out wearing a suit that cost more than the library’s endowment—a sharp, silver-gray fabric that seemed to repel dust and shadows alike.He looked like a young Alistair, but without the scars. Without the weariness. He looked like a man who had never lost a war because he considered "mercy" a tactical error.He walked to the security booth, where Marcus Thorne was currently trying to bypass the new "Glass" encryption. The man tapped on the window with a signet ring."Out," the man said. His voice wasn't a rumble like Alistair's; it was a razor
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The "Divine Compliance" had turned Horizon Imperial into a crystalline prison by noon. Under Valerius’s direction, the sky had been locked into a permanent, sterile 2:00 PM—a sun that didn't move, casting shadows that didn't drift. It was the lighting of an operating room, designed to leave no corner for a "Ghost" to hide.Valerius stood in the center of the Quad, his silver suit gleaming. He held a device called the Axiom Prism. With every pulse of the prism, the "Echoes" of the students were being forcibly pulled toward the Auditorium."Gravity," Valerius whispered, and Leo Vance felt his very mass being tugged toward the auditorium like a fish on a hook. "Technopathy," he muttered, and Marcus Thorne’s consciousness was dragged out of the server room, his mind screaming as it was disconnected from the digital world.But as Valerius turned to lead the "harvested" assets into the processing center, the first anomaly occurred.The sidewalk didn't just crack. It inhaled.The concrete be
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The departure of Valerius had left a vacuum, but not a silence. Horizon Imperial was now a "Hot Zone."To the outside world, the university was surrounded by a "Structural Instability" warning and a three-mile radius of electronic interference. To those inside, the campus had become a sprawling, sentient workshop. Alistair was the infrastructure—he regulated the oxygen, he reinforced the walls against the pressure of the government’s "Scrubber Drones" circling outside, and he whispered through the vibrating glass of the lab windows."We have exactly seventy-two hours before the High Throne re-synchs their tactical coordinates," Marcus Thorne announced. He was standing in the center of the Engineering Annex, which had been transformed into a hangar.In the center of the room sat the "shuttle"—a scavenged, high-altitude research craft that had been "Modified" by the students. It didn't look like a NASA vehicle. It looked like a Victorian library cross-bred with a particle accelerator. I
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The Solar Vault did not have a floor; it had a "Certainty."As Jin pressed the needle of the anti-matter syringe against the neck of the dormant God of War, the air in the white hallway began to scream. This wasn't a sound of air moving; it was the sound of the timeline being scratched by a jagged nail."Stop!" Elena cried, her purple-gold fire erupting from her palms.Jin didn't even turn. He flicked a finger, and a wave of "Contractual Gravity" slammed Elena against the wall. "Please, Elena. You're an 'Anchor.' You're designed to stay in one place. I'm a 'Liquidator.' I'm designed to move things along.""He's not a product!" Marcus shouted, his eyes darting around the room. He was trying to find a digital interface, but the Vault was too old, too divine. It used "Logic-Gates" made of frozen light. "Alistair, if you can hear us—!""He can't," Jin smiled, his thumb hovering over the plunger. "The 'Spirit' of Alistair is currently playing 'Hacker' on Earth. He’s spread himself so thin
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The shuttle wasn't built for deep space, but the "New Horizon" didn't care about the laws of aeronautics.As the ship cleared the solar corona, Alistair stood at the center of the cabin, his hands resting on the bulkheads. He wasn't just touching the metal; he was "feeling" the structural integrity of their existence. The Glass Badge, now fused into the dashboard, pulsed with a soft, rhythmic gray light—the heartbeat of a ghost that had finally come home to its body."Alistair, the High Throne’s broadcast is still echoing," Marcus reported, his fingers flying across a holographic interface that now responded to his thoughts with terrifying speed. "They’re not just offering a deal. They’re 'tagging' our soul-signatures. If we stay in this dimension, they’ll find us in an hour.""Then we leave the dimension," Alistair said."To where?" Leo asked, looking at the tattered remains of the solar map. "The Null-Space is empty. It’s a graveyard of deleted timelines.""It’s only empty if you do
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The woman in the gray hoodie didn't have a soul-signature. To Marcus’s scanners, she was a hole in the air. To Alistair’s divine senses, she felt like the smell of ozone before a storm—sharp, inevitable, and cold."Who are you?" Alistair asked, his hand tightening on the broom handle. The "Glass Badge" on his chest was vibrating, a warning frequency he had never felt before."I’m the Librarian of the Unwritten," she said, leaning against the archway of the West Gate. "But names are just metadata, Alistair. You should be more concerned with your new enrollment. Room 302, Hawthorn Hall. He moved in while you were busy playing 'Bumper-Ships' with the Erasers."Alistair didn't wait. He blurred into motion, a streak of gray light crossing the glowing quad in a heartbeat.Hawthorn Hall was a dorm built from the memories of the old campus, but here in the Null, it looked more like a cathedral of red brick and silver ivy. As Alistair approached, he noticed the "Silence." It wasn't the matte-b
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The High Throne was not a place. It was a Perspective.To enter it, the New Horizon didn't fly through space; it climbed the "Hierarchy of Meaning." As the campus moved through the higher dimensions, the students felt their thoughts becoming visible. Marcus’s calculations manifested as glowing golden gears in the air; Leo’s resolve felt like a physical mountain pressing down on the quad."Alistair, look at the sky!" Elena shouted.The purple mists of the Null had been replaced by a vast, infinite sea of white parchment. Thousands of "Drafts"—failed universes and discarded timelines—floated in the distance like crumpled sheets of paper. And in the center of it all sat the White City, a spire of absolute logic that pierced the ceiling of the multiverse."The Throne," Alistair said, his voice now a resonance that shook the very foundations of the Ivory Tower. "Marcus, lock the Anchor. We don't land. We Intercept.""Intercept? Alistair, that city is a Tier-0 Reality Zone!" Marcus yelled, h
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The problem with creating an infinite university is that it eventually attracts infinite paperwork.Alistair Cain sat in the newly renovated Security Hub—a room that existed in the "Overlap" between three different galaxies. On his desk sat a cup of coffee and a "Status Report" that was currently screaming. Literally. The paper was enchanted to vocalize its urgency."Sector 7 is experiencing a 'Logic Leak'!" the report shrieked in a high-pitched soprano. "The physics in the Chemistry Lab have become 'Opinion-Based'! If you believe the potion will explode, it explodes! We have three students currently turned into sentient puddles of grape soda!"Alistair sighed, tapping the paper with his finger to mute it. He looked at the "Glass Badge" on his chest. It was no longer just a badge; it was a HUD that showed the "Vitals" of the New Horizon."Marcus," Alistair said, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me you've fixed the 'Subjective Reality' bug in the Chem wing."A holographic window flicker