All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151: The First Round – Urban Deconstruction
The Grand Arena. Match 1. The magic arrays hummed, weaving light into matter. The flat stone floor of the coliseum groaned as it was overwritten by a complex topographical illusion. Skyscrapers of grey concrete erupted from the ground. Rusted iron bridges spanned across artificial rivers of sludge. Broken subway entrances gaped like toothless mouths. [Map: The Ruined City (Sector 7).] [Objective: Capture the Flag.] [Weather: Acid Rain (Light).] On the Blue Side: Sky-High Academy. They were the darlings of the tournament. Their uniforms were white and gold, enchanted with levitation glyphs. Their captain, Zephyr (Rank B+ Wind Mage), didn't even touch the ground. He hovered three meters in the air, looking down at the muddy ruins with a sneer of disgust. On the Red Side: Ashbone Squad. They looked like they had crawled out of a sewer. Barnaby wore a tank top that was struggling to contain his muscles. Elara was cleaning her glasses with a dirty rag. The other three students hel
Chapter 152: The Semi-Finals – The Feast of Nightmares
The Grand Arena. Match 2. The crowd was buzzing. After the spectacular "deconstruction" of the urban map, everyone wanted to see what the bandits of Ashbone Class would destroy next. But as the magical barrier rose, the terrain didn't turn into a city or a fortress. A thick, purple fog rolled across the stadium floor. Twisted, black trees grew out of the stone. The air turned cold and damp. [Map: The Forest of Whispers.] [Opponent: Mystic Eye Academy.] The enemy team emerged from the fog. They wore hoods that covered their faces, revealing only glowing purple eyes. They carried no weapons—only crystal balls and pendulums. Their captain, Luna (Rank A Mentalist), floated silently. She didn't look strong. She looked like a ghost. "Brutes," Luna whispered, her voice echoing inside everyone's head. "Muscles are useless against the mind." On the sidelines, Lin Jin (The Water Boy) sat on his cooler, cracking his knuckles. "Mental types," Lin Jin muttered. "Annoying. They don't have
Chapter 153: The Finals – The Meat Grinder
The Grand Arena. The Final Match.The sun beat down on the white sand of the central coliseum. The magical terrain generator had been turned off. No cities. No forests. No tricks.Just a flat, circular killing floor.[Matchup: Dragon-Tooth Academy vs. Ashbone Squad.][Mode: Total Elimination.]The crowd was screaming. This was the match everyone wanted. The unstoppable military machine vs. the chaotic bandit underdogs.On one side: Dragon-Tooth.Six warriors clad in heavy crimson plate armor. They stood in a phalanx formation.Vulkan (Rank S) stood at the front, wielding a massive obsidian war-hammer that dripped liquid magma. His helmet was shaped like a dragon's skull.On the other side: Ashbone Squad.Barnaby, Elara, and the three others looked small. Their "armor" consisted of gym shorts and the stolen leather boots from Round 1. They were bruised, tired, but their eyes were feral.On the bench, Lin Jin sat with a towel over his head, organizing a row of water bottles."Hey, Janit
Chapter 154: The Recruitment and The Rift
The Stellar Arcanum. Post-Match Celebration.The arena was in chaos. The students were chanting "Water Boy! Water Boy!" The faculty was having a collective nervous breakdown.In the VIP box, King Varic was practically vibrating with excitement. He grabbed Lin Jin’s hand, ignoring the dust and magma residue on the librarian's uniform."Marvelous! Unprecedented!" The King beamed. "Sir Lin Jin, name your price! A dukedom? A castle? I want you to lead the Royal Army! We will conquer Valoria by Tuesday!"Lin Jin pulled his hand away. He pulled out a small notepad and a pencil."No thanks," Lin Jin said flatly (Badass). "I have a job.""A job?" The King blinked."I'm a librarian," Lin Jin ticked a box on his notepad. "And I have 42 overdue books to collect. Being a General sounds like paperwork."He turned and walked away, leaving the ruler of a nation stunned. The most powerful being on the planet preferred organizing the Dewey Decimal System to ruling it.The Broken Magma.Late Night. Sub
Chapter 155: The Bone Sea Arrival
The Space Between Worlds. Traveling through a dimensional tear wasn't like walking through a door. It was like being flushed down a cosmic toilet filled with razor blades. Barnaby screamed. Lyra threw up. Vulkan tried to punch the colors blurring past him. Only Lin Jin remained calm, holding Zero tight. He looked at the swirling purple void with nostalgia. "Keep your arms inside the vehicle," Lin Jin shouted over the roar of reality tearing apart. "We are arriving at the terminus." BOOM. Gravity returned with a vengeance. They fell. The Landing. They didn't land on dirt. They didn't land on grass. CRUNCH. SNAP. CRACK. The team impacted a hard, shifting surface. Barnaby groaned, pulling his face out of the ground. "Is this... gravel?" He looked down. It wasn't stone. He was holding a human femur. World 4: The Necro-World. Lin Jin stood up and brushed dust off his librarian uniform. He looked at the horizon. It was Cinematic and horrifying. There was no ocean of water. T
Chapter 156: The Bone-Ark
The Sea of Ossuaries. Sector 9. The horizon was endless white. The sea of bones shifted like sand dunes, clattering with the wind. Walking here was misery. Every step crunched. Every step slid backward. Vulkan, weighing 300 pounds of muscle and dense bone, was sinking up to his knees. "Master," Vulkan grunted, pulling his leg out of a ribcage. "At this pace, it will take months to reach the Citadel." Lin Jin stood atop a mound of skulls, his grey armor pulsing. He looked at the 10,000 kneeling skeletons he had just dominated. "You're right," Lin Jin nodded. "Walking is for mortals." He pointed to a massive, curved structure jutting out of the bone sea about a mile away. It looked like the fossilized ribcage of a whale the size of a mountain. [Object: Leviathan Remnant (Ancient Era).] "That," Lin Jin smiled, his eyes burning with grey fire. "Is our chassis." The Scavenge. They climbed the Leviathan's ribcage. It was a cathedral of bone, bleached white by aeons of necrotic sun
Chapter 157: The Headless Gatekeeper
The Gate of Lament. Necro-World Outer Ring.The Dullahan stood twenty feet tall. Its armor was made of black coffin iron, radiating a freezing aura that turned the bone-dust on the ground into frost. In its right hand, a massive spinal whip cracked the air. At its belt hung its own severed head—a rotting, bearded face with glowing green eyes that screamed commands."SILENCE!" The Head screamed. "TURN BACK, FLESH-BAGS. OR BE FLAYED."Lin Jin leaned on the railing of the Bone-Ark, looking bored."Vulkan," Lin Jin said. "You wanted a job? Clear the road."Vulkan stepped off the ship. He cracked his neck, magma veins pulsing under his skin. He was eager. He had been humiliated by the Librarian; he needed to prove he wasn't just a janitor."I will melt him down," Vulkan growled.The Fight."Magma Armor: Ignite!"Vulkan roared, his skin turning cherry red. He charged like a bull, his fists leaving trails of smoke.The Dullahan didn't move. The Head on its belt sneered."FIRE IS WEAK HERE."
Chapter 158: The Dead Man’s Tavern
The Necropolis. District of Rot. The city of the dead was surprisingly noisy. The clatter of bones on cobblestones, the wailing of banshees peddling cursed wares, and the hum of necrotic machinery created a symphony of dread. Lin Jin parked the Bone-Ark in a dark alley behind a structure made of giant ribcages. "Masks on," Lin Jin ordered. He waved his hand. A grey, ash-like film covered the disciples. * Barnaby’s skin turned grey and clammy. He looked like a bloated Flesh Golem. * Vulkan kept his helmet on. The ash suppressed his heat, making him feel like a cold Death Knight. * Elara and Lyra looked like high-tier Vampiric Thralls. * Zero pulled her hood up, looking like a small Reaper. "Rule Number 1," Lin Jin straightened his collar. "Don't breathe. The dead don't breathe." "Rule Number 2: If anyone asks, Barnaby is our luggage carrier. He doesn't talk." "Uhhh... Brains?" Barnaby tried to improvise. "No," Lin Jin sighed. "Just grunt. Let's go." The Cracked Rib. T
Chapter 159: The Bone-Throne Tournament
The Spire of Silence. The Pit. The arena wasn't a stadium. It was a funnel. Millions of tons of crushed bone formed a slippery, jagged bowl. At the bottom, the "stage" was a circle of black iron, stained with eons of dried marrow. There were no cheers. The audience—ten thousand high-tier undead—did not scream. They rattled. The sound of thousands of femurs hitting stone, of jaws clacking together. A dry, insectile applause. High above, suspended on a platform of floating ribs, sat the Death Emperor. He was small. Lin Jin, watching from the shadows of the competitor's tunnel, noted this immediately. The Emperor wasn't a giant. He was a child-sized skeleton wrapped in robes of woven shadows. A crown of black fire drifted inches above his skull. He looked bored. And boredom in a God is a catastrophe waiting to happen. The Living Furnace. Vulkan stood in the tunnel. He was shaking. Not from fear. From suppression. Lin Jin had coated him in "Lich Dust"—the ground-up remains of
Chapter 160: The Meltdown
The Pit. Temperature: Critical. It wasn't fire. It was a thermal event. Vulkan didn't just heat the air; he murdered the atmosphere. The oxygen in the pit vanished in a single, suffocating gasp. "BURN." The magma wave expanded. It hit the bone floor. Bones didn't burn like wood. They didn't crumble like stone. They screamed. The moisture inside millions of ancient femurs boiled instantly. The pressure shattered the calcium, turning the arena floor into a shrapnel storm of white razor blades. Then came the melt. The white dust turned red. Then orange. Then white-hot liquid. The remaining contestants—the ghouls, the horrors—didn't have time to flee. They sank. A Flesh Golem tried to roar. Its vocal cords evaporated. Its meat sloughed off the bone like wet paper, sizzling into the rising lava pool. Vulkan stood in the center. A demon of obsidian and fire. He was laughing. A broken, hysterical sound. "Is this warm enough?" Vulkan shouted at the sky. "IS THIS HOT ENOUGH FOR YO