All Chapters of The Gacha Of Forbidden Taboos: Chapter 21
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Chapter 21: Heads in The Sack
Young Master Shen's POV‘Gone.’The crushing weight that had dominated the forest for eternity disappeared completely, leaving behind an emptiness that felt almost unnatural.The trial was over, but it didn't finish in victory or honor. It didn't finish how the big elders of the academy had planned it to finish. It finished in silence.A low, grinding sound broke through the stillness.The massive iron gates at the edge of the Forbidden Forest began to open, their ancient mechanisms groaning as they parted slowly, revealing the world beyond.The Academy’s central courtyard.Light spilled through the opening, bright and clean, so different from the ruined, ashen nightmares we were looking at. Beyond those gates, the elites were waiting. Dukes Generals, nobles draped in silk and gold. Proud parents and other influential figures, all gathered in anticipation. All expecting glory. They expected us to emerge victorious. Smiling, triumphant, perhaps carrying trophies. Proof of our streng
Chapter 22: The Price Of Silence
Lin Feng's POV"Arrest him!"The Headmaster’s voice shattered across the courtyard like fragile glass under pressure. Usually he’d always been composed. Never having any reasons to falter in that aspect, but now. The authority it once carried dissolved into something frantic, something desperate. His face, usually carved into a mask of marble-cold composure, twisted violently, flushing into a deep, uneven purple. His veins pulsed visibly along his temples as he pointed his shaky finger toward the grotesque display before him, the floor designed with severed heads, the broken fragments of the World-Tree staff scattered like fallen relics."Blasphemy! Murder!" he roared, though there was a tremor beneath the rage now, something unstable. "Guards, seize this animal! Execute him on the spot for the murder of a noble in the academy and the slaughter of these... these men!"The Academy Enforcers, the feared Police of the Spires, moved instantly following the order of the headmaster.Twel
Chapter 23: I want Shen
Lin Feng’s POV The words felt dragged out of him, not spoken from his heart or mind. It felt forced, like something being torn from his throat against his will. For a brief moment, the Headmaster said nothing further, as though even breathing had become a calculated effort. He kept his eyes on me. His fingers trembled faintly at his sides, betraying the calm mask he was struggling to maintain. Then, with a stiff motion, he reached into the folds of his robe.What he produced was small, unassuming. It was a ceremonial dagger.Its edge gleamed faintly under the light of the courtyard, the metal polished to a mirror sheen that reflected not just the world, but authority and finality. There was no hesitation from him, no ritualistic flourish.He didn't even bother to give a speech to dignify the act as he usually did with other actions of his.He sliced his thumb clean. A precise yet efficient strike. The skin parted instantly, and blood welled up in a dark, heavy bead before spilli
Chapter 24: Master and Hound
Young Master Shen's POVI didn't expect Feng to spare me first of all, talkless of making me a servant in his kingdom. The stench of the Scavenger Pits invaded my entire sinuses. It wasn’t a smell that lingered politely at the edge of awareness. It forced itself in, thick and suffocating, like a living thing crawling down my throat and settling into my lungs. Rot, decay, stagnant mana. Burnt metal. Something sour… something biological. It layered itself over my senses until I could literally taste it now, I could feel it, almost hear it humming faintly beneath the air.It felt like a physical weight pressing against my skin, clinging to me, seeping into the fibers of what remained of my robes.I stood at the edge of the pit, frozen.My silk robes, once immaculate, once a symbol of status that parted crowds and commanded respect, were now nothing more than singed, salt-stained rags. Torn at the sleeves. Burnt along the hem. Stiff with dried sweat and grime. They fluttered weakly i
Chapter 25: That's Some f*d news
Young Master Shen's POVI tried to move, but I couldn’t.My body trembled weakly, still responding to the aftershocks of the pain."It reacts to intent, Shen," he continued, crouching slightly. "That is the fun part of it, you don't even have to speak. If your heart beats with the rhythm of betrayal…" He laughed, then came to a sharp pause. I felt it. Even without looking, I felt his gaze settle on me."It’ll cook your nerves from the inside out." My breath hitched. "Consider yourself a beta tester. My advice? If you had to ask, be a good fucking boy.”A wave of nausea rose in my throat.I lay there, broken, the damp straw pressing against my face, its filth smearing against my skin. The smell, gods!! The smell was unbearable at this proximity. Rot and decay flooded my senses until I thought I might suffocate in it.I wanted to retch and scream and possibly kill him. Maybe I should have killed him when I got the chance years ago. Oh fuck! The thought barely formed, and something de
Chapter 26: The Scent Of Sacrifice
Lin Feng's POV“Bring it to me.” I ordered the messenger, I didn’t have to raise my voice with that command. The messenger flinched anyway.There was something about the way he held the scroll, too tight and careful, as though he feared it might either be stolen… or rejected. His fingers trembled slightly as he extended it toward me, his head still bowed low in forced reverence.I stepped forward and took it. I didn't choose to look at it because I doubted his words, nor because I needed confirmation of what he had already said.But because some things… you don’t trust to someone else’s voice.Some traps, you need to look in the eye yourself. The Imperial scroll was actually heavier than it looked.The golden wax seal of the Great Altar sat firmly at its center, embossed with a symbol that radiated authority even without mana. It felt… warm.Unnaturally so, I know for a fact the warmth wasn't caused by sunlight, but by something deeper that lingered within. It pressed faintly again
Chapter 27: The Awakening Crystal from Father
Lin Feng's POVMy voice carried cleanly across the space, cutting through the hiss of furnaces and the low hum of whatever activity was going on. Heads turned, movement slowed."We aren’t just defending the Pits anymore," I continued, my tone steady, unwavering. "We’re moving on the Capital."A subtle but real ripple moved through them. "We’re pulling a heist." That got a reaction.A low murmur spread, curiosity mixing with excitement. A few exchanged glances. Others straightened, gripping their tools, no, their weapons, a little tighter.One of the former scavengers stepped forward, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he hefted a blackened iron spear over his shoulder."What are we stealing, Boss?" he called out. "The Imperial Treasury?"A few eager, hungry chuckles followed but I didn’t smile."No."The single word cut through the noise and everywhere went silent again. I let my gaze sweep across them, meeting eyes, holding attention, grounding the moment.Then I spoke a
Chapter 28: Training The Dregs
Lin Feng's POVAfter reading the whole thing, I dropped the slip and left my man Cave, I desperately needed to stand.When I stepped out, the air in the Scavenger Pits felt thicker. Not just with smell, but with presence.Ozone lingered faintly, a sharp, metallic tang that stung the nose. It mixed poorly with the heavier scents beneath it, unwashed bodies, rusted iron, damp soil, and the slow rot of industrial waste. Together, they formed something oppressive to the lungs. Something that clung, it was the scent of survival.I stood atop the rim of a rusted turbine housing, its jagged edges groaning faintly beneath my weight. From there, I looked down at them.Two hundred in number. Men, women, some barely more than children.All of them discarded. All of them labeled as "Dregs."They stood unevenly across the pit floor, some straight-backed, others slouched from exhaustion, but all of them watching me. Their eyes weren’t hopeful or loyal.They just looked hungry and hunger could be
Chapter 29: The Spy, Monsur
Lin Feng's POV Silently, of course I was unseen. He reached the perimeter. The outer edge of the Pits where the debris thinned and the darkness stretched outward into the wastes. There, he finally stopped. His hand slipped into his ragged clothing. I studied him very closely so I wouldn't miss a thing. His hand came out holding a small, silver communication crystal. Clean, untouched and something that definitely didn't belong in these pits. He activated it with practiced ease. The faint glow illuminated his face, calm, composed, stripped of the rough persona he had worn all day. "Target has been identified," he whispered. His voice was different from what I heard before. The real Monsur. "Lin Feng is arming the Nullities with low-grade Gacha relics. His numbers are growing, but they remain undisciplined dregs. They pose no threat to the Paladins. Yet. But at this rate, I do not believe they will pose any threat at all.” I stepped forward. And let the Cloak
Chapter 30: The Road To The Great Altar
Lin Feng’s POVWe began our journey to the capital the next day, by evening. An important trip. The journey toward the Imperial Capital didn’t involve war-stallions or gilded palanquins. There were no banners, no honor guards, no prestige. Only the slow, grinding humiliation of chains and wood and dust.It involved the rhythmic, soul-crushing rattle of a slave carriage.Every turn of the wheel sent a shudder through the damp, splintered floorboards beneath me. The wood was soaked with old sweat, old blood, and something sour that clung to the back of the throat. The stench lingered and it was suffocating, mixing with the iron tang of the shackles biting into my wrists.Heavy “Mana-Suppression” shackles.To any other cultivator, that would have been a death sentence, a silent execution of everything that made them powerful. I could feel their intent, the way they tried to smother the natural flow of energy, like a hand clamped over a mouth.It was useless. I sat still, letting my