All Chapters of Rise Of The Mage King: Chapter 101
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Chapter 101
The Bone-Yard was no longer a place where people went to die. It was now a place where the forgotten learned how to live again.The massive cavern, once filled with the screams of the "Biological Components" and the gurgling of Baron Mordant’s rot-magic, had changed. The glass jars that once held human organs had been smashed. The green, sickly lamps had been torn down. In their place, Drogo Payne had installed Abyssal Torches, small crystals filled with a tiny spark of his own violet fire. They gave off a cool, steady light that didn't hurt the eyes of the people who had lived in the dark for too long.Drogo Payne stood on the central catwalk, looking down at the floor of the fortress. He was back in his obsidian form, ten feet of black stone and silent power. His "Hollow Ghost" shimmer had faded, but he kept his fire suppressed. He looked like a statue of a king watching over a kingdom of ghosts.Below him, hundreds of people were moving.There were the Scavengers, led by Kira wit
Chapter 102
The ground in the Null settlement was made of packed dirt and old, flattened metal. It was always wet. Water dripped from the giant pipes above, creating a constant sound of plip-plop-plip. The air was cold and smelled like a wet dog.Drogo Payne walked through the center of the settlement. He was ten feet tall, a giant of black obsidian stone. In his right hand, he held a chain made of dark gravity. At the end of the chain was Baron Mordant.The Baron was no longer a proud noble. His expensive silk robes were shredded and covered in green slime. His fat legs were dragging in the mud. He was making a gurgling sound in his throat, a mix of a sob and a prayer.Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.The sound of the Baron’s body being dragged over the stones was the only noise in the tunnel.Drogo looked to his left and right. The Nulls were there. Hundreds of them. They stood in the doorways of their shacks. They sat on rusted crates. They leaned against the dripping walls.But they did not cheer. Th
Chapter 103
The Baron’s skin began to turn gray. Then white. Then translucent. The Nulls watched as the Baron’s organs began to dissolve inside his own body. His heart turned to liquid. His lungs turned to steam.In ten seconds, Baron Mordant was no longer a man. He was a hollow shell of skin and bone, held together by nothing.Drogo pulled the needle back.Mordant collapsed. He didn't hit the floor with a thud. He hit the floor with a crunch, like a dry leaf. His body shattered into a thousand pieces of gray ash.The Baron was gone.Drogo stood over the ash. He expected the Archive to chime. He expected a "Level Up" or a "Strength +10."But the Archive was silent.Instead, Drogo noticed something strange. The air in the square was not getting lighter. It was getting heavier.Usually, when a mage dies, their mana dissipates. It blows away in the wind and returns to the world. But here, in the deep dark of the sub-levels, the energy didn't leave.Drogo used Sense Vitality. He saw a cloud of golden
Chapter 104
The square was silent again. The nine Iron-Eaters were no longer glowing. Drogo had moved with a speed that defied gravity, ripping the self-destruct cores out of their metal chests before they could explode. Now, the mechanical wolves were just piles of junk, their saw-blade teeth frozen in the mud.The man in the silver mask was gone, vanished back into the steam of the upper pipes. But Drogo did not chase him. He did not care about the spy.He stood on the black stone dais, looking down at the spot where Baron Mordant had turned to ash.The Nulls were still there. They had not moved. They were like statues made of gray clay. They had finished eating the golden-green mist of the Baron’s soul, and now they were back to their natural state: empty.Drogo watched them. He used his [Sense Vitality], but he didn't look for the Spark. He looked for the Dross.In the Empire of Solara, "Dross" was a dirty word. It meant the waste left over from magic. But to Drogo’s new eyes, he saw that Dro
Chapter 105
The square in the Null settlement was no longer a place of mud and silence. It was a place of shadows that moved on their own. The ash of Baron Mordant lay in a small, gray pile on the black stone dais. The wind from the ventilation shafts blew softly, but the ash did not move. It was being held down by a strange, heavy energy.Drogo Payne stood in the center of the dais. He was ten feet of obsidian and silver-marbled skin. He was not moving, but he was not still. His "Void-Ribbons" were swaying in the air, tasting the fog.The gray fog, the Dross, was everywhere. It was the leftover pieces of the Baron’s soul. It was the memory of his pain, his greed, and his fear. To a normal mage, this was trash. To the Gods of Light, this was a stain. But to Drogo, it was a feast.[FEAST PROTOCOL: INITIALIZED.][TARGET: RESIDUAL DROSS.][METHOD: ESSENCE ABSORPTION.]Drogo did not open his mouth. He did not use his hands. He simply willed the Abyss inside him to open.Suddenly, the gray fog began
Chapter 106
The Laboratory of Flesh was a room that should have been burned to the ground. It was the deepest part of Baron Mordant’s mansion, hidden behind three doors of lead and bone. The walls were damp, and the air was thick with the smell of old blood and magic chemicals. Thousands of empty glass jars sat on the shelves, looking like the teeth of a giant monster.Drogo Payne stood in the center of this room. He was no longer the boy who was afraid of the dark. He was the dark. He was ten feet tall, his obsidian skin shimmering with a silver-marbled pattern. His "Void-Ribbons" moved slowly behind him, brushing against the cold stone floor.In front of him stood a Null.The man’s name was Kael. He had been a baker in the slums before the Solaris Guards took him. Now, he was just a shell. He stood perfectly still, his arms hanging at his sides. His eyes were wide, pale, and empty. He was the perfect "Empty Cup." He had no magic, no hope, and no will of his own.Drogo looked at Kael. He felt
Chapter 107
The town square of the Null settlement was no longer a place of mud and misery. It had become a temple of the end.The air was thick and heavy. It felt like the atmosphere inside a tomb that had been sealed for a thousand years. The giant pipes in the ceiling, which had once dripped dirty water, were now silent. The green glow of the mana-mushrooms had been replaced by the steady, cold violet light of the Abyssal Torches. But the most terrifying change was the people.Three hundred Nulls stood in the square. They were no longer "Hollows." They were no longer the drifting, ghost-like people who waited for death. They stood in perfect, straight rows.Their skin was a dull, metallic charcoal, looking like it had been forged in a furnace. Their eyes were not brown or blue; they were solid silver mirrors that reflected nothing but the dark.They did not move. They did not breathe. They did not blink. They were waiting.Drogo Payne stood on the black stone dais, looking down at them. He was
Chapter 108
The Logistics Hub of the Academy was a place of cold metal and clicking gears. It sat on the border between the Mid-Tier District and the Black Spires. It was a massive building made of gray iron. Inside, the air was dry and smelled like old paper and ozone. This was where the Empire managed its "resources." To the nobles, resources were not just gold and food. Resources were people.Drogo Payne moved through the rafters of the hub. He was a shadow among shadows. His obsidian skin was dull, and his wings were folded tight. He was using his [Abyssal Sponge] technique to stay invisible. He watched the mages below. They were busy. They were moving crates and writing on long scrolls.Drogo reached a small office overlooking the main loading floor. He dropped down silently. A lone clerk was sitting at a desk, his head nodding as he fell asleep. Drogo didn't kill him. He didn't have to. He reached out a black claw and touched the clerk’s forehead.[ABILITY: SLEEP-ROT.]The clerk’s head h
Chapter 109
The room was called the "Silent Cellar." It was a hidden sanctum deep beneath the Mid-Tier District, even lower than the sewers. It was a place where the old stones of the city met the raw, cold earth of the world. There were no magic lamps here. There were no golden decorations. The only light came from a few Abyssal Torches that Drogo had placed in the corners. They burned with a quiet, violet flame that did not flicker.In the center of the room, the thirteen orphans were huddled together.They looked like a pile of broken dolls. Their clothes were tattered rags. Their faces were smeared with the gray ash of the Logistics Hub. They were starving. You could see their ribs through their thin shirts. Their eyes were the worst part, they were wide and glassy, staring at the shadows with a terror that had no words.They had spent their whole lives being told they were "defective." They had been treated like garbage that was waiting to be thrown away. And now, they were in a dark roo
Chapter 110
The girl obeyed.Drogo held his bleeding wrist over her. A single, heavy drop of black blood fell. It moved slowly through the air, looking like a dark pearl. It landed on the girl’s tongue.The reaction was instant."AAAAAAHHHHHH!" The girl fell to the floor. Her body convulsed. Her back arched so hard that her bones made a cracking sound. A violet light erupted from her eyes and her mouth. Black smoke began to pour out of her skin.The other children screamed and tried to run toward the door, but the door was locked by Drogo’s gravity. They were trapped in the room with the screaming girl.Drogo didn't watch her. He moved to the next child. He went to a boy who was hiding his face. Drogo pulled the boy’s hands away and administered the drop.Scream.Convulsion.Smoke.One by one, Drogo went to all thirteen children. He gave each of them a piece of his own soul. He felt his own strength fading. He felt the coldness in his chest getting deeper.[VITALITY: 95%... 90%... 87%.][MANA: 4