All Chapters of The Forbidden Void: Rise of the Untouchable Son-in-Law: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
The northern border of Xylos was marked by the Wall of Sighs, a massive barrier of jagged, soot-stained steel that separated the magic-rich spires from the industrial wasteland of the Iron Duchy. Here, the air didn't smell like ozone and lavender; it smelled of burning coal, hot grease, and the bitter tang of sulfur.Jaxen stood at the end of a long, miserable line of refugees and laborers, his face partially obscured by a hooded traveler’s cloak. He had suppressed his Void Heart to the point of near-extinction. To any scanner or mana-sensitive guard, he was exactly what his forged papers claimed: Zane, a Level 3 scrap-mechanic with a faulty mana-vein and zero prospects.[System Notification: Stealth Mode Active.] [Void Presence: 0.001% (Undetectable).] [Warning: Local environment is saturated with Kinetic and Thermal energy. Siphon efficiency reduced by 40% unless physical contact is made.]"Next!" a guard barked.The guard wasn't wearing the elegant golden silk of the Sun-Guards. He
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Chapter 12
The "Iron-Scrap" qualification hall was a cavernous warehouse that smelled of stale beer and engine grease. Hundreds of mechanics and pilots crowded the floor, surrounding massive registration desks. The air was filled with the deafening roar of engines being revved and the clanking of metal fists testing their hydraulics.Jaxen stood beside the Mark-I Loader, which Mila had affectionately named "Rusty." To the naked eye, it was an embarrassment—a humanoid shape made of mismatched plates, exposed wires, and a cockpit that looked like a welded coffin. It didn't gleam like the other mechs; it absorbed light, its surface dull and cold."Everyone is staring at us," Mila hissed, pulling her cap down low. "This was a mistake. Look at them, Zane. That’s a Titan-Class Excavator over there. And that one? That’s a military-grade Striker. We’re going to get laughed out of the building.""Let them laugh," Jaxen said, wiping his hands on a rag. "Laughter is distracting. Fear is focused."He patted
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Chapter 13
The repair shack in the Lower District shook with the vibrations of the celebratory stamping outside. Word of the "Rusty Miracle" had spread through the slums faster than a steam-leak. The odds on "Zane" had shifted from 500-to-1 to a modest 50-to-1.Inside the garage, however, there was no partying.Jaxen lay underneath the chassis of the Mark-I, sparks showering down around him as he welded a reinforced strut. He wasn't using a welding torch. He was using his index finger, channeling a concentrated beam of high-frequency friction."Zane, stop!" Mila paced back and forth, clutching a handful of greasy credits—their winnings from a side-bet she had placed at the last second. "We have money now! We can buy a real hydraulic pump. We can buy a targeting computer! Why are you melting down toaster ovens and welding them to the legs?"Jaxen slid out from under the mech, his face smeared with oil. "Because hydraulic pumps are loud, Mila. And targeting computers can be hacked. I’m building so
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