All Chapters of The Impotent King Rises: Chapter 161
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The Ritual of the Seven Sins
"He wants us isolated with no way out, waiting for the final execution when he comes himself to sever my head."David's words hung in the boiling air of the balcony. Outside, the night sky was filled with lava and fire continuously bombarding the six-colored dome holding back the apocalypse.Suddenly, David let out a stifled groan. He fell to one knee. The black gauntlet on his right arm emitted wild electrical sparks. The six sin gemstones on the back of his hand blinked unstably, as if refusing to be united in one vessel. The veins in David's neck bulged black, pumping blood that felt like molten lava."This gauntlet is destroying your body's cells from the inside, Mr. Vexley!" Madame Wu exclaimed, rushing to examine David's arm without daring to touch it directly. "Six laws of the universe are colliding in your veins. Pride rejects Envy, Greed tries to swallow Sloth. If they are not harmonized immediately, your arm will explode before Arthur even touches this
The Apocalypse Giant
"Sleep time is over, Brother! Open the door, or I will flatten this cage of yours along with everything inside it!" Arthur's roar pierced the protective dome, vibrating David's ribs.David Vexley stood stiffly in front of the remnants of the balcony window that had shattered into pieces. Out there, the scene presented truly defied human sanity and logic, even by the standards of a god Avatar. Arthur did not bring fighter jets, aircraft carriers, or tens of thousands of heavily armed mercenaries. He did not need any of those at all.Arthur came alone. However, his form was now the size of the Alps.The giant body was forged from pitch-black volcanic rock combined with flows of boiling magma at every joint. His face, once adorned with a signature European aristocratic smile, had now turned into a continuously melting demonic mask; black fire spewed from his eye sockets and mouth every time he exhaled. The Pacific Ocean beneath his feet evaporated with an incredibl
The Failed Negotiation
"Just you, me, and the total erasure of existence."David's words hung in the boiling air. All around him, seawater vapor hissed loudly due to the extreme temperature radiating from Arthur's giant body. The hurricane winds created by the intense heat whipped volcanic dust in all directions, covering the sky with a thick, suffocating grey veil.Arthur, the living magma mountain, fell silent for a moment. His giant, glowing red eyes stared at David with a mix of pure hatred and a tightly concealed sense of awe. He realized something was different about his brother. David no longer radiated wild, unstable energy like when they fought in the Vatican. David's aura now felt dense, calm, and incredibly deadly, like a black hole absorbing all surrounding light."Total erasure of existence, you say?" Arthur's voice echoed from deep within his churning stone chest, vibrating the ocean surface and forming ripples that threatened the island in the distance. "You are too confident, David! Do you t
Resetting the Planet
The colossal sword of pitch-black fire cleaved through the toxic Antarctic air, plunging downward with a speed that seemed to tear through space and time. Trapped within Arthur's magma grip, David Vexley had absolutely no room to dodge. The sheer heat radiating from the blade was already scorching the last remnants of oxygen from his lungs."DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD, ARTHUR?!" David roared, enduring the excruciating pain.He did not close his eyes. The Gauntlet of Six Sins on his right arm emitted a deafening resonance. The Gemstones of Pride and Greed flared in unison, radiating a blinding white and gold light. David focused all of that cosmic energy into a single point within his clenched fist.Right before the sword could cleave his head in two, David drove the gauntlet straight into Arthur's giant thumb that was locking him in place.BOOOOM!A massive explosion of energy erupted from the point of impact. Arthur's magma-stone
Hands That Plant, Not Kill
"This tractor engine sounds like it wants to be buried, Dan!" shouted Old Man Jenkins from across the rusty wire fence. The coughing sound of the diesel engine broke the dawn silence in Upstate New York.David wiped the sweat mixed with wet soil from his forehead. He stared at his old tractor, which had just spewed thick black smoke before dying completely in the middle of the field."Give it a little more time, Mr. Jenkins. It's just coughing because of the cold," David replied. His voice sounded hoarse and tired from the biting morning air."You're too patient with that piece of junk. Just like you're patient with this rocky soil. You need to change the spark plugs today, or tomorrow you'll be plowing the dirt with your teeth," his neighbor said, shaking his head."I'll keep that advice in mind. Thank you," David answered calmly.Old Man Jenkins waved briefly and walked away toward his own barn.David squatted back down on the muddy ground
The King's Scars
"Two more pills won't burn a hole in my stomach, right?" David asked softly. His voice was hoarse, suppressing the throbbing pain at the base of his tailbone."You've already swallowed four pills since this afternoon, Dave. That's just cheap Ibuprofen, not a miracle drug," Elena answered from the doorway of the narrow bedroom. She stepped inside carrying a small tube of muscle ointment with a faded label."My back feels like it was just run over by a tractor wheel," David complained. He sat on the edge of the wooden bed that creaked loudly every time he moved."I washed your work clothes clean. The dirt stains were very thick today. Arthur said you were kneeling in the field for a very long time this morning," Elena said. She sat on the mattress, right behind her husband's back."I tripped over a hard tree root. The ground at the end of the field is indeed a bit slippery after last night's rain," David lied in a very quiet voice, bowing his head to stare
Prey at School
The wheels of the yellow bus squealed loudly as it stopped in front of the Miller family's weathered wooden gate. Seven-year-old Arthur stepped up slowly, his slightly oversized secondhand shoes hitting the metal steps with a soft thud. The autumn morning air in Upstate New York felt biting, but the faded denim jacket wrapping his small body was not thick enough to ward off the chill.The children inside the bus were throwing paper at each other and shouting, busy in their own worlds. Arthur walked with his head down past the crowded rows of seats. Alienating glares from several kids greeted him. He knew he was different. His skin was too clean despite living on a farm, his posture too upright for a country boy, and there was an aura of silence around him that did not suit a child his age. That aura was the residual Nephilim energy sleeping soundly in his blood, a secret even he did not fully understand yet.Arthur sat in the very back seat near the window, placing his backpack on his
The Nephilim Spark
"Give that watch back, Billy. It's a gift from my dad," Arthur said with a trembling voice. He tried to stand up from the mud puddle, dirty water dripping from the hem of his denim jacket."A gift from your dad?" Billy laughed loudly, showing off his uneven row of teeth. His two friends joined in laughing behind him. "Your dad is just a poor farmer who smells like cow dung. He probably stole this junk watch from a flea market!""Shut your mouth! My dad isn't a thief!" Arthur shouted. His face turned red, holding back tears and anger."Oh, so you dare to yell at me now?" Billy twirled the black plastic watch in front of Arthur's face. "You really like this piece of junk? Let's see how strong garbage is."Billy dropped the watch right into the brown puddle beneath his boots."No! Don't!" Arthur stepped forward, reaching out his hand to pick up the object.However, Billy's boot was faster. He stomped right on top of the watch with his entire bo
Authority of a Rusted Badge
"Get inside, right now," Sheriff Tate ordered, his low voice vibrating the school hallway. His eyes never left David's face. His hand still rested on his pistol holster, a gesture of pure threat wrapped in legal authority.David swallowed hard, fighting his old instinct screaming at him to snap the neck of the large man in front of him. He took Elena's ice-cold hand, squeezing it gently to channel false calm, then stepped past the threshold of the principal's office door.In the corner of the stuffy room, Arthur sat curled up on a wooden chair. The seven-year-old boy's face was deathly pale, his eyes swollen from crying, and his uniform dirty with mud stains. Seeing his parents arrive, Arthur immediately stood up and ran to hug Elena's legs, hiding his face behind his mother's coat while sobbing stifled tears.Principal Davies sat behind his large desk, looking extremely uncomfortable, continuously wiping sweat from his forehead with a crumpled handkerchief.
A Terrifying Knock on the Door
"Just a little more, shift it slightly to the left," David muttered to himself. He bit his lower lip, enduring the chronic pain that throbbed again in his back as he bent over the slippery tin roof of the chicken coop.The drizzle hadn't completely stopped. The afternoon air in Upstate New York felt incredibly cold, making David's breath form puffs of white smoke every time he exhaled. He tightened his grip on the rusty hammer in his right hand, then carefully struck the final nail.CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.The sound of metal striking metal was enough to cover the creaking of David's stiff joints. Since losing his Avatar powers, his body was no longer immune to fatigue or freezing temperatures. Every physical task felt ten times heavier. However, this chicken coop roof had to be repaired before winter arrived, or they wouldn't have a supply of eggs to sell.David wiped the sweat and rain from his forehead with the sleeve of his worn-out flannel shirt. He slow