All Chapters of The Gacha Of Forbidden Taboos: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
15 chapters
Chapter 1: The Zero-Mana Sacrifice
Lin Feng's POVThe Awakening Crystal didn't just stay dark; it felt like it was swallowing the light in the Great Hall.I kept my hand pressed against the cold, jagged surface of the obsidian pillar, waiting for the spark. A flicker of blue, a spark of red, anything to prove that the blood of the Silver-Spire lineage wasn't entirely stagnant in my veins. Around me, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the expectant holding of breaths. Thousands of eyes were pinned to my back, some hoping for a miracle, most waiting for the punchline."Lin Feng," the High Priest’s voice echoed, devoid of even the courtesy of pity. "Result: Null. Mana Affinity: Zero Percent."A ripple of laughter started in the front rows and surged backward like a wave. It wasn't the boisterous laughter of a joke well-told; it was the sharp, jagged sound of a predator watching a wounded animal try to stand."A Zero?""In the Silver-Spire Academy? Even the stable boys have a three-percent spark."I pulled my h
Chapter 2: The Taste Of Copper and Gold.
Lin Feng's POVThe smoke in the Great Hall hadn’t even fully settled before the weight of the world crashed back down on me.I had survived Shen’s strike, but I wasn't a hero yet. I was just a survivor who had forgotten his place. The High Priest’s shock had quickly curdled into indignation. A Zero-Percentile Nullity standing in the wreckage of a Tier-4 spell wasn’t a miracle to them, it was an insult to the natural laws of Mana.Before I could take a second step toward Shen, the heavy iron grip of the Academy Guards locked onto my scorched arms."Insolence," the Priest spat, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fury. "To provoke a High-Talent and defile the Awakening Ceremony... take him to the Pits. Let the filth scrub the filth."The Scavenger Pits sat at the very bowels of Silver-Spire, a series of damp, echoing caverns where the Academy’s pride, the spirit beasts, were housed. It was a place of rot, sulfur, and the constant, low-frequency growls of creatures that viewed hum
Chapter 3: The Taboo Shop
Lin Feng's POVOr maybe I was floating. I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or if I even had eyes anymore. In the center of the white void, the rusted iron wheel of the Gacha didn't just spin, it shrieked.The iron began to melt, turning into a liquid, blood-red mercury. The thorns grew into jagged obsidian teeth. The entire interface began to distort, the "Despair" Tier cracking open to reveal something deeper, something ancient and forbidden.[ULTRA-RARE EVENT: SYSTEM OVERLOAD.]The needle passed 'Divine Sword.' It passed 'Immortal Cultivation.' It landed on a pulsating, black-and-gold icon that looked like a heartbeat trapped in glass.[CONGRATULATIONS!][You have pulled a 5-Star Soul-Trait: "Pain-to-Power Conversion (Level 1)"][Description: The threshold has been crossed. You no longer just absorb energy, you refine it. Every point of damage taken is now permanently added to your Physical Strength and Soul-Density.]The white light snapped.I hit the back of the pit with a sick
Chapter 4: The Brother's Dagger
Lin Feng's POVI climbed the steps. Every movement was heavy, my muscles denser, my weight literally cracking the fine gravel under my bare feet. I stopped three paces from my brother."Chen," I said. My voice was a low rasp.He didn't flinch. He stepped toward the edge of the stage, addressing the crowd of hundreds. "Citizens of the Spire! Honor is not a right of birth, but a harvest of merit! My brother, Lin Feng, is a void. A rot that threatens the prestige of my house and this institution. To prove my devotion to the Light, I must sever the tie that binds me to the darkness."The crowd erupted. "Cut the rot! Long live the Spire!"They weren't just shouting; they were salivating. They wanted to see the "Zero" humbled by his own blood.Chen turned back to me. His eyes were cold, but I saw the tiny tremor in his hand as he reached for the dagger. He wasn't doing this for justice, he was doing it for a scholarship. For a chance to leave the mud behind."Forgive me, brother," he hiss
Chapter 5: The Scavengers Feast
Lin Feng's POVThe invisible edge didn't just cut, it erased. The beast’s head fell to the left, its body to the right, the cauterized wound puffing out a cloud of black ash instead of blood.[Kill Confirmed: Gravel-Dog (Tier 0).][Reward: 50 Agony Points.]The other two dogs paused, their primal instincts screaming at them that something was wrong. But the smell of my rotting flesh was too enticing. They charged together.I didn't move with the grace of a warrior. I moved with the desperation of a man who had already died once. I swung the Phantom Rib in a wide, clumsy arc. The blade sliced through stone and bone alike. In seconds, the tunnel was silent again, save for the sound of my own heavy breathing and the steady drip-drip of the pus from my shoulder hitting the floor.I slumped against the wall, the invisible blade dissolving back into my skeleton. I needed to eat. I looked at the carcasses, my stomach churning."Well, well. The rat has a sting."A flicker of torchlight illu
Chapter 6: The First Face-Slap
Lin Feng's POVThe damp stone of the Gravel-Run seemed to pulse in time with my shattered arm. Kenan stood frozen, his eyes wide and vibrating with a primal, soul-deep terror. The violet mist of the [Soul-Devouring Counter] snaked up his arms like hungry vines, turning his tan skin a sickly, translucent grey. "My... mana..." Kenan managed to choke out, his voice sounding like it was being dragged through gravel. "What are you... doing to me?" "I’m not doing anything, Kenan," I whispered, the [Phantom Rib] hovering inches from his throat, though he couldn't see the invisible blade. "The Void is just hungry. And you brought a feast." I could feel it. The Tier-2 Earth mana he had spent a decade cultivating was being ripped from his meridians. It didn't flow into me like a refreshing spring; it hit my core like molten lead. My [Devouring Void-Body] groaned under the pressure, the "Zero-Percentile" vacuum in my soul finally finding something to grind into dust. [MANA ABSORPTION I
Chapter 7: Return Of The Ghost
Lin Feng's POVThe Great Hall of Silver-Spire smelled of roasted manticore and expensive jasmine incense, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of the Scavenger Pits still clinging to my skin. High above, the vaulted ceilings were enchanted to reflect a swirling nebula, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the "Elites" of the Academy. They sat at long tables of weirwood, draped in silks that cost more than a commoner’s life. At the head of the chamber, Young Master Shen was holding court, a golden chalice of spirit-wine in his hand, laughing as he recounted the "unfortunate accident" at the Awakening Ceremony. Then the heavy, iron-reinforced doors at the far end of the hall groaned. The laughter didn't stop all at once, it withered, starting from the back rows and moving toward the dais like a spreading frost. I stepped into the light of the nebula. My tunic was a shredded ruin, caked in a mixture of my own dried blood and the dark, viscous spray of a Tier-2 Hunter. My left arm
Chapter 8: The Contract Of Blood
Lin Feng's POVThe Arena of the Silver-Spire was a bowl of cold basalt, its floor stained with the history of a thousand "lessons" taught to those who dared to climb too high. Young Master Shen didn't step down himself. He sat in the velvet-lined VIP box, his fingers white as he gripped the railing. Standing in the center of the pit was his lead enforcer: Tie Yan. A Tier-3 Earth User whose skin had the dull, grey sheen of reinforced granite. He was a wall of muscle and mountain-mana, a brute designed to end fights before they truly began. "You really think a few lucky tricks in the dark make you a warrior, Lin Feng?" Tie Yan’s voice was a low rumble, like tectonic plates shifting. "I’m going to bury you so deep the drakes won't even find your bones." Tie Yan slammed his palms onto the basalt floor. The arena groaned. "[Earth Art: Grave-Born Sentinel]!" The ground shattered. Jagged shards of rock and sediment swirled into the air, pulled together by a violent vortex of brown m
Chapter 9: Territorial Claims
Lin Feng's POVThe High Priest looked at Young Master Shen, then back at me. His lips thinned into a line of pure distaste. "Tie Yan was a servant of the House of Flame. He owned nothing but his life and his debt. What 'station' could a Nullity possibly claim from a fallen dog?"I wiped a streak of muddy gore from my cheek. "The Scavenger Pits. Tie Yan was the overseer of the waste-tunnels. I claim his title. I claim the Pits. Every stone, every scrap of rot, and every soul currently breathing in the dark."A ripple of confused laughter broke the tension. To the elites, I was asking for a kingdom of trash. To me, I was asking for a factory of suffering."Granted," the Priest spat, waving a dismissive hand. "Take your throne of filth, Lin Feng. It suits you."Returning to the Pits wasn't a retreat, it was a homecoming.Within six hours, I had gathered the forty-two "Commoners" who lived in the damp crevices of the lower levels. They were hollow-eyed, skeletal things, men and women w
Chapter 10: Information War
Lin Feng's POV The damp heat of the Scavenger Pits felt different now, heavy with the weight of Yue’s revelation. If this Tablet was one of seven, I wasn’t just a glitch in the Academy’s system; I was a target for the masters of the world.I needed eyes in the high places.I sat cross-legged in the center of my "throne room," the Cursed Tablet pulsing against my shins. I had 15,000 points left from the duel with Tie Yan. I didn't need a sword. I needed a secret.Pull, I commanded.The wheel didn't scream this time; it hissed. The thorns of the interface twisted into the shape of a thousand overlapping ears.[TOTAL POINTS EXPENDED: 10,000.][EXECUTING 'SUBTERFUGE-GRADE' PULL...][CONGRATULATIONS!][You have obtained the 4-Star Skill: "The Whispering Shadow".][Type: Reconnaissance Manifestation.][Description: Detach a sliver of your own shadow. It is weightless, silent, and can pass through any mana-barrier below Tier-6. Anything it hears, you hear. Anything it sees, you see.]I fe