All Chapters of The Ossuary King: Infinite Power: Chapter 1
- Chapter 8
8 chapters
Chapter 1
The iron chains rattled against the frozen ground, making a sound like the teeth of a dying man.Lucien was dragged face-first through the dirt. His skin was torn. His clothes were nothing more than blood-soaked rags. Every time he tried to dig his fingers into the earth to stop himself, a heavy leather boot slammed into his ribs, forcing a gasp of agony from his lungs."Stop struggling, you waste of blood," a cold, mocking voice rang out.Lucien looked up through the matted hair falling over his eyes. Standing above him was Julian Saint-Aurelius. Julian was everything Lucien was not: tall, handsome, and radiating a golden light from his skin. That light was the sign of the Golden Lion bloodline—the pride of their family.Behind Julian stood twenty armored guards, their capes snapping in the biting wind. They were at the edge of the world, standing before the Great Iron Gates. Beyond those gates lay the Eternal Ossuary.It was a place where the sun never shone. It was a graveyard that
Chapter 2
The white light that had vaporized the Grave-Rat was not done with Lucien. It was just the beginning of a total metamorphosis.Lucien lay on the ash-covered ground, his fingers digging into the grey dirt. Inside him, it felt as though a thousand red-hot needles were stitching his muscles back together. His old veins—the "Null-Veins" that were as thin and brittle as dry straw—were being forcibly expanded."Argh... hhh..." Lucien tried to scream, but the sound died in his throat.The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was as if his very soul was being hammered on an anvil by a giant. He could hear his bones cracking. Every rib, every vertebra, every joint broke and then fused back together instantly, stronger than before. They were no longer white bone; they were turning into something that looked like polished obsidian, etched with faint, glowing runes of the Primordial Chaos.But amidst the agony, there was something else: a feeling of intoxication.For sixteen years, Luc
Chapter 3
Lucien saw a man standing in the rain, holding a wooden stick. He saw the same man years later, standing on a battlefield, holding a broken blade against a thousand enemies. He felt the man’s grip, the way he breathed, the way he calculated the wind, the way he understood that a sword was not just a tool, but an extension of the soul.Lucien’s hands twitched. He felt like he had practiced the sword for a hundred years. He knew how to cut through silk without tearing it. He knew how to cut through stone like it was water. The "Intent" was a spiritual weight that settled into his mind, making him feel sharp, like a blade hidden in a sheath."Sword Intent..." Lucien muttered. "I don't even have a sword."He looked around the shrine. Near the base of the stone tablet, buried halfway in the dirt and ash, was a piece of metal. He reached down and pulled it out.It was a sword, or what was left of one. It was a straight-edged longsword, but it was covered in thick, orange rust. The crossguar
Chapter 4
The massive executioner’s blade came down like a falling mountain.Lucien didn't have time to think. His body, now fueled by the Primordial Chaos Body, reacted on instinct. He threw himself to the left, his feet skidding through the thick layer of ash. The Warden’s sword slammed into the earth exactly where Lucien had been standing a millisecond before.BOOM!The ground shattered. A shockwave of dirt and bone fragments exploded outward, stinging Lucien’s face. The strength behind the blow was terrifying. If he had been a second slower, he would have been turned into a red smear on the grey ground.The Grave-Warden didn't stop. It pulled the massive sword from the earth as if it weighed nothing. The blue flames in its eyes flared brightly."Living... meat..." the Warden growled. "You do not... belong... in the silence."The Warden charged again. It didn't run like a man; it glided across the ground, its heavy armor clanking with every movement. It swung its blade in a wide, horizontal
Chapter 5
Time is a strange thing in the Eternal Ossuary. There is no sun to mark the passing of the days. There is only the shifting thickness of the grey fog and the occasional blood-red glow of the moon that appears once a month. For Lucien, the first few weeks were a blur of survival and pain. But as the months rolled by, the boy who had been thrown away like trash began to change.Lucien lived in a small, narrow cave tucked into the side of a cliff made of compressed bone. It wasn't a comfortable home, but it was safe. The walls of the cave were lined with glowing moss that he had found by signing in at a place called the Cave of Whispers. The moss gave off a soft, blue light and, more importantly, it acted as a natural alarm. If anything entered the cave, the moss would turn a deep, angry red.Lucien sat in the center of the cave, his legs crossed. He looked nothing like the broken, bloody boy from the iron gates. His hair had grown long, tied back with a strip of leather. His body was l
Chapter 6
A few months ago, those words would have hurt him. Now, they just made him feel a strange, cold pity. These "geniuses" were walking into the heart of the Ossuary with nothing but expensive robes and a map. They had no idea where they were."They’re heading toward the Shadow-Nest," Lucien muttered.The Titan’s Spine was the resting place of an ancient giant, but the shadows beneath its ribs were home to a colony of Shadow Bats. These weren't normal animals. They were creatures made of pure darkness that fed on the mana of the living.Lucien debated staying in his cave. Why should he care if these arrogant children died?But then he thought about the Soul-Anchoring Jade. If he could get his hands on it, it would be a perfect supplement for his next breakthrough."I'll follow them," he decided. "Let the bats do the hard work, then I'll take the prize."He moved like a ghost. With his Grave-Seeker speed, he jumped from bone to bone, staying high above the disciples. He was silent, his Cha
Chapter 7
The deeper Lucien walked into the Eternal Ossuary, the more the world began to bleed.The grey, dull mist of the outer rim was gone. Here, in the "Red Zone," the air was stained with a faint, rust-colored haze. It smelled of old blood and ozone. The ground beneath his boots was no longer soft ash; it was hard, cracked stone that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic heat, as if he were walking on the skin of a sleeping giant.Lucien stopped. His God-Devouring Veins were screaming. They weren't screaming in fear, but in excitement. The energy in this place was so dense it was almost liquid.He looked up and saw it.The Grave of the Fallen Seraph.In the center of a massive, mile-wide crater lay the skeleton of a six-winged being. Even in death, the Seraph was magnificent. Its bones were not white, but a shimmering, translucent gold. It was massive—each of its six wings was the size of a city block, spread out across the crater as if it had been struck down from the heavens mid-flight.But it w
Chapter 8
The earth did not just shake; it groaned. It was a sound that came from deep within the crust of the world, a grinding of ancient stones and the snapping of dry wood. But it wasn't wood. It was the sound of millions of bones shifting at once.Lucien stood on a high, jagged ridge of obsidian, looking down at the valley below. His long hair whipped around his face in a sudden, cold wind that smelled of iron and old graves. Above him, the sky had completed its transformation. The sickly purple clouds had parted, revealing a moon the color of a fresh wound.The Blood Moon."The Great Purge," Lucien whispered.Below him, the ground was moving. It looked like a boiling pot of grey soup. From every inch of the soil, hands reached out. Some were skeletal, white and polished. Others were green and rotting, with ragged bits of flesh hanging from the knuckles. Some were massive, the hands of giants, while others were small and spindly.Within minutes, the valley was no longer empty. It was fille