All Chapters of The Impotent King Rises: Chapter 241
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261 chapters
Broken Wings
Arthur's screams calling his name slowly faded away, swallowed by the heavy stomping of military boots echoing down the AgriGen facility hallway. David Vexley was dragged without the slightest resistance. His ruined, blood-soaked body swept across the cold floor, leaving a thick red trail acting as a silent witness to the fall of a man who had once challenged the order of the universe.They arrived at Underground Sector Level Five. This area was never meant for humans. It was an isolation block designed specifically to break the soul before taking the life.Two large guards roughly threw David's body into a narrow room with solid concrete walls. David fell flat, his wounded shoulder hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Before he could draw a breath, his hands were forcefully pulled behind him. Incredibly thick steel handcuffs were locked to an iron ring deeply embedded in the wall.SLAM.The extraordinarily heavy steel door was shut tight from the out
The Alliance of Despair
The small steel key lay silently on David Vexley's thigh. Its metallic gleam reflected the dim light from the hallway, contrasting sharply with his dirty and blood-soaked fabric trousers.David slowly looked up. His vision, still clouded by grey shadows, stared straight at the man in front of him. Half of the man's face was a pile of red flesh melted and fused with his cheekbone, scars of high-degree burns that made his appearance resemble a street demon.Behind that ruined face, David's remaining tactical brain tried to dig up a memory. A dirty shirt, a torn leather jacket with the remains of a rotting dog emblem on its shoulder."You," David's voice came out as a hoarse growl that was barely audible. "You are one of Silas's stray dogs."The man snorted cynically, revealing his partially charred teeth. "Call me Lieutenant. I am the man you roasted alive in the north warehouse that night, Miller. Or Vexley, whatever your real name is.""Why are you here, Lieutenant?" David asked witho
The Morning Trial
"Keep walking. Do not try to hold your steps back, Crippled Whore. The whole world is waiting for you to die today."The bark of a large security guard echoed in the concrete hallway. The man shoved Isabella's back incredibly roughly. Isabella stumbled forward. The former assassin lost her balance and crashed hard onto the floor. The rough wooden crutch she used to support the remainder of her right thigh was thrown two meters away."Your punch is so weak, Pig," Isabella hissed. She spat on the floor, fresh blood dripping from the corner of her split lip. "This wooden leg of mine is harder than your pathetic courage."The guard growled in anger. He raised his rifle butt, preparing to smash Isabella's head."Stop." Mei Lin's voice was cold. The warrior woman stepped forward with a very pronounced limp. Her shinbones were severely cracked from a full night of torture. She positioned her body between the guard and Isabella. "We will walk on our own. Do not touch her again."The guard sno
A King Without a Crown
"Forgive me, Boss," Isabella whispered softly to the empty air, letting her body relax to welcome eternal darkness.The whistling sound of wind slicing the air was razor-sharp as the hundred-kilogram steel blade plummeted at deadly speed. Isabella and Mei Lin held their breath, waiting for the cold impact that would sever their heads from their necks.However, that death never arrived.HONK HONK! HONK HONK!The incredibly deafening and harsh roar of an air horn suddenly drowned out the cheers of the spectators and the grinding of the guillotine machine. From the direction of the blockaded main highway, a massive fuel tanker truck sped wildly out of control. The giant vehicle slammed into the concrete security barricades at full speed, crushing the row of international television cameras to pieces."Look out! Out-of-control truck!" shouted the security commander from below the stage.Chancellor Vane turned his head with wide eyes, his victorious smile vanishing instantly.The brutally
The Rat Alliance
"We cannot rot in this place, Dave. Get up." Isabella's voice sounded hoarse and echoed within the circular concrete pipe walls. Cold, urine-smelling sewage water continued to flow calf-deep, carrying trash and dead rats floating pale in the current. David Vexley did not respond immediately. He was still sitting with his knees drawn to his chest in the middle of the dirty puddle, staring blankly into the darkness. His right hand slowly opened its grip. Franky's cracked, half-melted glasses lay in his palm. David rubbed the blurry lenses with his thumb, then carefully tucked them into the pocket of his flannel shirt, already soaked with blood and ditch water. He forced his mortal body to stand. His legs trembled, enduring the cold that began to freeze his joints. There were no words of encouragement. There was no kingly aura. He simply turned around and started dragging his feet through the thick sewage.
Weapons of Scrap Iron
"Give him the AK-47 from that wooden crate." Boris's heavy voice echoed, breaking the tension that had just occurred. The large rebel leader rubbed his jaw, staring at David who was still standing, panting. "And give him live ammunition. No blanks. He will need them to pierce the heads of those corporate people," Boris continued, turning toward the armory table. The damp subway station instantly turned into a makeshift weapons factory. The stuffy air was now filled with the shrill sound of grinding machines cutting metal. Blue and orange welding sparks flashed in every dark corner, illuminating the hardened faces of the criminals who were now David Vexley's only allies. There was no more high technology. There were no cosmic energy shields. They relied solely on scrap metal. On a dirty concrete table, Mei Lin helped several men assemble pipe bombs. They poured agricultural fertil
The Bone Marrow Harvest
"Open your eyes, Mrs. Elena. The view ahead is too precious for you to simply miss."Chancellor Vane's voice sounded incredibly calm and polite. The middle-aged man stood casually, both hands resting on his silver cane. He carried no stun gun. He carried no whip or pistol. He only wore an elegant black suit that contrasted sharply with the observation room, which was entirely blindingly white.Across the room, separated by a thick bulletproof glass wall, an operating room was being prepared. Round surgical lights shone brightly onto the center of the room. The sharp smell of antiseptics and cleaning chemicals wafted through, overpowering the residual smell of rain and asphalt from the hospital patient gown Elena wore.Elena could not stop trembling. Her breath was ragged. She had just been dragged back to this facility after her failed escape at the main gate, and now she was forced to stand in front of that glass wall. Her dirty hands pressed against the incred
Biting the Hand That Chokes
The agonizing scream of a small child seemed to echo across space and time, piercing the boundaries of concrete and steel layers, striking the inner soul of a father walking in the darkness. David Vexley paused his steps for a moment in the middle of a dirty puddle. His heart throbbed with excruciating pain. He could not hear it physically, but the blood tie remaining in his mortal body screamed one absolute message. Arthur was being tortured."What is it, Dave? Why did you stop?" Franky asked from behind. The young man held a captured rifle with trembling hands."There is no more time," David answered, his voice sounding incredibly hoarse and filled with suppressed despair. "They have started touching my son."They moved again, navigating the long-abandoned New York subway tunnels. The brick walls around them were mossy and smelled of urine. David's completely paralyzed and numb left arm had been tied tightly to his torso using a thick cloth belt. He did that s
A Message from the Glass Tower
"Pour that diesel slowly, Franky. This ammonium nitrate mixture is extremely sensitive. The slightest spark, and we will all be blown to pieces of meat before we even touch their gates."David Vexley instructed with a hoarse and heavy voice. Morning had blanketed the outskirts of the city. Last night's rain left behind the smell of wet asphalt and muddy earth. The armored truck they had stolen was parked tightly inside an old, long-abandoned tractor garage. This hideout was only two miles away from the main AgriGen facility.David sat on a fragile wooden crate. His shot left leg was wrapped in black duct tape, now thickened by hardened dried blood. His left arm was still tied stiffly across his chest, completely numb and useless. Using only his right hand and Franky's help, the mortal father was assembling improvised pipe bombs from sacks of agricultural fertilizer they had found in the garage."My fingers are shaking, Dave," Franky complained. The young hacker
Tactic of Despair
The idea of drowning the glass tower was not merely an empty threat. The rainstorm beat down cruelly once again outside, masking the movements of a group of humans who had lost everything. They left the old garage, navigated the flooded suburban streets, and entered the gaping dark mouth of the city's wastewater drainage sewer.The air inside the underground tunnel was incredibly cold and dense. The smell of ammonia, sulfur, and human feces immediately stung the nasal cavity, making eyes water. The remnants of David's troops limped through calf-deep sewage water. The sound of splashing dirty water echoed off the circular concrete walls. Giant sewer rats scattered, running to avoid their footsteps.Isabella dragged her right leg with great difficulty. The tractor suspension pipe drilled directly into her remaining thigh bone emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound every time it struck the bottom of the ditch. She bit her lip, enduring the pain from the amputation wo