All Chapters of The God-Tier Commoner : Chapter 61
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Welcome to the Family Business
They dragged Lex through the camp like a trophy. His feet barely touched the ground as two hunters carried him by the armpits, their grip iron-tight. The slap-happy man from before walked alongside, grinning like a kid on his birthday."Got him! The ghost is just a stupid commoner!"The camp had transformed since last night. Tents multiplied like mushrooms after rain. At least twenty hunters milled about, real professionals with weathered gear and dead eyes. Cassian hadn't been joking about backup. He'd called in everyone.They tied Lex to a massive tree at the center of camp, wrapping thick rope around his chest and arms until he couldn't move. Then the fun began.The slapped man stepped forward, taking his time. He looked at Lex with the satisfied expression of someone about to collect a long-overdue debt."Remember me?" he asked.Lex sighed. "Vaguely. You're the guy whose face I improved with my hand, right?"The man's grin tightened. He raised his hand and slapped Lex—slowly, soft
The Twelve and the Plan
Cassian grabbed Lex by the chains and yanked him forward, ready to throw him at his father's feet like an offering. The smug smile on his face promised pain.Then Lord Marius's expression shifted.The empty smile vanished completely, replaced by something cold and sharp. He looked at his son the way a master looks at a disobedient dog."No. No, no, no." Each word was precise, measured, terrifying. "The new one last. Bring out the weak ones first. The old. The broken."Cassian's confidence crumbled instantly. He bowed his head, murmuring apologies like a scolded child. "Yes, Father. Of course, Father. I wasn't thinking.""Clearly."Cassian shoved Lex toward the cells instead of the tables. As they walked, Lex heard Marius begin to speak, and the words made his blood freeze.It was the same speech. The exact same philosophy Kaelthas had espoused in their last meeting. Blood was power. Lives were currency. The weak existed to serve the strong.Marius spoke to his remaining assistants, hi
Eleven Out, One to Go
The three of them huddled in the corner of the cell, away from the mumbling prisoners, their voices barely above whispers. Lysandra's eyes darted between Lex and Dorian, her fear barely contained."Okay," she breathed. "Tell me the plan. The actual plan, not the 'trust me' version."Lex kept his voice low and steady. "You create a distraction upstairs. Something big. Something that pulls everyone's attention—your Father, Cassian, the guards, everyone."Lysandra nodded slowly. "I... I think I can do that. I have an idea on what makes them come running.""While you're doing that, Dorian and I will empty this cell. One by one, we carry them out. We will use cloth to muffle their mouths—can't have them mumbling while we're sneaking."Dorian glanced at the prisoners, his expression doubtful. "There's twelve of them. Some can't even walk. How are we supposed to—""Piggyback," Lex interrupted. "We carry them. One trip each. Six trips total.""Six trips past guards and mages and who knows wha
The Prince's Shadow
Lex walked toward them like death itself.Three guards. A piece of cake. He selected the injure option on his sword—no blood yet, not this early. The far guard stood slightly apart from the others, separated by a few feet of torchlit corridor. Perfect.Lex moved.One strike to the back of the head, precise and controlled. The guard crumpled without a sound. The other two spun at the soft thud, their eyes going wide as they saw Lex standing over their companion.They never had a chance to shout.Lex's sword swung in a flat arc—not sharp enough to cut, just hard enough to knock sense out of them. Both dropped like sacks of grain.He stepped over their bodies and entered the cell.The little girl sat exactly where he'd left her, knees pulled to her chest, small face empty of expression. She didn't look up when he entered. Didn't react when he knelt beside her."Hey." Lex kept his voice soft. "I came back. Like I promised."Nothing.He lifted her carefully, she weighed almost nothing, ski
Let It Burn
The last thing Lex did before leaving the old cabin was summon his bow.The elven weapon materialized in his hands, warm and humming with power. He nocked a fire arrow and aimed at the far corner of the wooden structure. The arrow flew true, embedding itself in the dry timber. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the fire caught—slowly at first, then with hungry determination.He fired again. Another corner. Another ignition.Four arrows total. Four corners burning.Before the first guard noticed, Lex was gone, melting into the darkness of the far bushes. From his hidden spot, he had a perfect view of the chaos about to unfold.The fire spread quickly, devouring the old wood. Smoke rose in thick black columns against the night sky. A guard on patrol spotted it first, his shout cutting through the quiet."FIRE! THE STOREHOUSE IS ON FIRE!"Guards converged from all directions, running toward the blazing cabin. Two of them reached the entrance first and found their unconscious comrade
The Blackened Man
Lex turned to Lysandra, his voice low and urgent. "Hide. Behind those trees. Don't come out until I come for you. Understand?"She nodded, still shaky, still crying, but something in his eyes made her move. She disappeared into the darkness.Lex looked at the burning mansion, at the chaos, at the family who had caused so much pain. Then he knelt and scooped up handfuls of ash and charcoal from the ground.He smeared it across his arms, his chest, his face. Black on black on black until only his teeth and the whites of his eyes were visible. He was no longer Lex the commoner. He was something else now. Something that belonged to the night.He summoned his bow.The arrow flew true, embedding itself in the ground directly in front of Marius Vane. The thud made everyone jump—guards, hunters, Cassian, even Marius himself.Every eye turned toward the source.Lex stood alone, fifty feet away, his blackened body barely visible against the darkness. Only his bow glowed, lit by its own inner fi
The Reckoning
The flames crackled behind him, casting long shadows across the ruined grounds. Lex stood motionless, his blackened form slowly becoming visible as the last seconds of invisibility faded. First his outline, then his features, then the full picture—a man covered in ash, holding no weapon, showing no emotion.Marius Cane stared at him. Behind the patriarch, Cassian trembled with a mixture of rage and terror. The remaining fighters—five of them, huddled together like frightened children—made no move to attack. They had seen too much. Invisible assassins. Weapons that shattered on contact. Comrades dropping without warning.No one moved.Lex reached into his shirt and pulled out the scroll. He unrolled it slowly, deliberately, letting the firelight illuminate the elegant script. He held it up for everyone to see, for Marius, for Cassian, for the broken guards and hunters who still had working eyes."Lord Marius Cane," Lex read aloud, his voice calm and steady. "Your recent financial diffi
The Morning After
Lex was not good at riding horses. This was a fact he had accepted about himself. But tonight, he rode like his life depended on it—because it did.He held Lysandra tight with one arm, the reins in the other, and urged the grey horse faster. The animal's hooves pounded against the dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust in the moonlight. Behind them, the sounds of pursuit were fading, but Lex didn't slow down.Lysandra was limp against him, exhausted and unconscious. She hadn't spoken since her father fell. She hadn't cried. She just went quiet, her eyes empty, her body slack."Come on," Lex muttered to the horse. "Come on, come on, come on."The grey was a good animal—strong, fast, willing. It pushed itself harder, eating up the miles between Heartland and home. Lex's thighs burned. His arms ached. But he didn't stop.He couldn't stop.-The riders chasing them gave up somewhere around the border. Lex heard their horses slow, heard their voices fade into the night. They weren't willing
The Undead Parade
Ironstead had never seen so many well-behaved people in its entire existence.The town's usual chaos—drunken hunters stumbling out of taverns at noon, merchants shouting lies about their prices, children throwing mud at anything that moved—had vanished overnight. Even the roughest, meanest thugs had suddenly discovered manners. They smiled at strangers. They held doors open for women carrying baskets. They didn't even spit on the sidewalk.Because royal knights didn't visit Ironstead. Ever. And now four of them were sitting in Borin's inn eating breakfast like normal people.Lex had spent the morning doing something he rarely did: nothing. He bathed. He put on clean clothes. He sat at his usual table and ate his usual breakfast while the knights talked quietly among themselves and the townsfolk peeked through the windows to get a look at real, actual knights in their shiny armor.It was almost peaceful.Then the murmurs started.They came from outside, a low buzz of voices that grew l
The General in Grey
They watched the undead army march for what felt like hours, though it was probably closer to twenty minutes. The creatures moved with that horrible, mechanical slowness—each step deliberate, each rusted weapon swinging in rhythm, each hollow face fixed on the distant smoke of Ironstead's chimneys.Cedric crouched behind the fallen log, his knight's armor making him the most obvious target in the group. He didn't seem to care. His eyes moved methodically across the formation, counting, categorizing, planning."Fifty-three," he murmured. "Maybe fifty-four. Hard to tell with the way they bunch up.""More," Lex confirmed. "But that's not the problem."Dorian shifted beside him, trying to find a more comfortable position against the rotting wood. "Let me guess. The problem is they're dead and we're not?""The problem," Lex said quietly, "is that most of them are strong. Stronger than anything we faced, Cedric. Stronger than the normal bandits."Cedric's jaw tightened. "How many?"Lex's le