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GOLDEN PALM
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Nicholas Mayford was a nobody, or so the world thought. Beneath the dust of his small auto shop lies a secret that could rewrite the balance of power across nations. When fate drags him back into a world of corruption and betrayal, Nicholas must embrace the legacy he once fled from. With genius intellect, supernatural bio-energy control, and a burning will, he’ll rebuild what was stolen and punish those who once toyed with his life. From the neon jungles of Orivale to the dark underbelly of global power, The Hidden Monarch is a high-octane journey of revenge, redemption, and revelation, where every victory cuts deeper than the last.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Shadow Awakens
The rain came down in sheets, turning Orivale’s backstreets into rivers of oil and glass. Inside Mayford Auto & Body, sparks hissed from a welding torch.
Nicholas Mayford stood over the skeleton of a black sedan, his hands steady, eyes sharp. The man moved with quiet precision, every motion efficient, deliberate. The garage door slammed open.
“Mayford!” a voice barked. “You got some explaining to do.”
Nicholas didn’t look up. He finished tightening a bolt, set the wrench aside, and only then turned. Three men in designer suits stood in the doorway, umbrellas dripping.
The one in the middle, Cole Vance, mid-level enforcer for the Corvax Syndicate, wore a smirk sharp enough to cut glass. “You’re late,” Nicholas said evenly. “I told your boss the car’d be ready Friday.”
“Funny thing,” Cole said, stepping forward. “My boss doesn’t like waiting. Especially not when one of his cars goes missing for three weeks.”
Nicholas’s gaze flicked past them, one hand reaching behind a toolbox, subtly brushing a steel rod. “Maybe your driver shouldn’t have wrapped it around a light pole while snorting half a kilo of”
Cole’s slap came fast and loud. The sound echoed through the garage. “Watch your mouth, grease monkey.”
Nicholas’s jaw tightened, but his eyes stayed calm. “You done?”
Cole sneered. “No. Not yet.” He nodded to his men. “Tear the place apart. Maybe he’s hiding something.”
The two thugs moved in, kicking over toolboxes, smashing glass. Nicholas’s fingers tapped against the steel rod again, a rhythm, slow, controlled. His pulse didn’t rise. “Touch that car again,” he said softly, “and you’ll regret it.”
One thug laughed, slamming a wrench onto the hood. “Oh yeah? You gonna cry, doc?”
Nicholas moved. No hesitation, just a blur of motion. He pivoted, grabbed the man’s wrist, twisted sharply, a crack, a scream, then a quick jab to the neck. The thug dropped instantly, gasping for air.
The second thug froze. Cole’s smile vanished. “What the hell”
Nicholas’s voice was quiet, almost detached. “Your friend’s fine. Just compressed his vagus nerve. He’ll pass out before he vomits.”
“You… you a doctor or something?”
Nicholas tilted his head. “Something like that.”
Cole drew a gun. His hand trembled. “You think you’re tough, huh?”
“No,” Nicholas said. “I think you’re shaking.”
Cole’s finger twitched, a half-second of indecision. It was all Nicholas needed. He grabbed a wrench from the table, spun, and smashed the weapon from Cole’s grip.
Another strike, this one surgical, to the shoulder joint. Cole screamed as the gun clattered away. Nicholas stepped closer, eyes cold. “Tell your boss his car’s done. Don’t come back.”
Cole staggered back, clutching his arm. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with”
“I don’t need to.”
Cole’s men dragged him out, cursing and limping. The garage fell silent except for the hiss of rain.
Nicholas exhaled slowly. His movements were still efficient, calm, but beneath the surface, something flickered. Rage. Regret. Memory.
He picked up a first-aid kit, sat down, and began stitching a shallow cut on his forearm. His hand didn’t shake. He threaded the needle with the same precision he’d used on the car.
His phone buzzed. Unknown Number.
He frowned, wiped the blood from his fingers, and answered. “Nicholas Mayford.”
A pause. Then a voice, low, mechanical, distorted. “The Mayford Protocol has been activated.”
Silence. Nicholas froze. The rain outside seemed to stop for a heartbeat. “Repeat that.”
“Protocol code: HYDRA-13. Target: Orivale sector. You have forty-eight hours.”
The line clicked dead. Nicholas stared at the phone. For a long time, he said nothing. Then he stood, grabbed his jacket, and opened a rusted locker in the corner. Inside were three things: A black duffel bag.
A folded military ID, name scratched out. And a scalpel, gleaming like silver lightning.
He pocketed the scalpel, zipped the bag, and looked once more at the rain-soaked street. “Guess hiding time’s over.”
He stepped into the storm, and the shadows swallowed him whole.
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GOLDEN PALM Chapter 116 — The Shape of a Threshold
The void did not wait for an answer. It never had. Nicholas felt it settle, not onto him, not inside him, but around him, like a horizon snapping into focus.The city’s noise returned in fragments: alarms half-muted, wind scraping broken glass, distant voices testing the air with cautious sound. Gravity remembered itself. Time resumed its uneven march.But the question remained. What do you intend to become?Nicholas dragged in a breath that tasted like ozone and rain. “I didn’t ask for this.”The void’s response was not dismissive. It was precise. Neither did the edge ask to be sharp.Mara pushed herself up, eyes darting between the sky and Nicholas’s face. “Nick,” she said carefully, as if loudness might break him. “You’re talking again.”He swallowed. “Yeah.”“Out loud?”“Not exactly.”Elara’s presence pulsed, brilliant, strained. It’s addressing you as a function, she said. Not a subject. That’s… unprecedented.Nicholas laughed once, hollow. “That’s one word for it.”Above them, t
Last Updated : 2026-01-25GOLDEN PALM Chapter 115 — Gravity Learns His Name
Nicholas did not let go. That was the first mistake, or the first refusal. He couldn’t yet tell the difference.The void hovered close, pressure easing, promise implicit. Not salvation. Not destruction. Relief. The kind that asked nothing except surrender of strain.The city leaned toward it unconsciously, systems frozen, people paused mid-breath, as if the universe itself were waiting to see whether Nicholas Hale would finally set the weight down.He clenched his jaw. “No,” he whispered.The void did not retreat. It adjusted. Mara grabbed his collar, voice breaking. “Nick, whatever you’re thinking, don’t. You don’t know what it wants.”“I know what it offers,” he gasped. “And I know the price.”Inside him, Elara trembled, not panicked, but stretched thin.It isn’t bargaining, she said. It’s mirroring. You’re under load. It’s showing you a state without load.“That’s death,” Nicholas said. “For everything that’s leaning on me.”The void’s pressure shifted again, less comforting now, c
Last Updated : 2026-01-24GOLDEN PALM Chapter 114 — The Weight That Has a Name
The city slept badly that night. It did not darken fully. Lights dimmed but never went out. Transit slowed but did not stop. Systems ran diagnostics they did not announce.People stayed inside, or gathered in small, quiet clusters, speaking in low voices as if afraid that volume itself might invite attention.Nicholas felt all of it. Not as noise. As pressure.He sat on the edge of a narrow cot inside the maintenance hub, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor where hairline fractures had begun to arrange themselves into faint, repeating patterns.Not symbols. Not words. Responses. Mara stood by the doorway, arms crossed tight, watching him like he might dissolve if she blinked. “You’re not sleeping,” she said.“I’m trying not to move,” Nicholas replied.“That’s worse.”He gave a tired smile. “You should see what happens when I pace.”Inside him, Elara shifted, uneasy. The city is still adjusting to you, she said. Movement draws feedback.Stillness minimizes it.Mara exhaled sharp
Last Updated : 2026-01-23GOLDEN PALM Chapter 152 — The Attention Behind Attention
The first sign was silence. Not the absence of sound, but the sudden discipline of it. Wind halted mid-motion.Screens across the chamber froze on half-rendered equations. Even the boundary’s low harmonic hum flattened, as if reality itself had been told to wait.Kai felt it in his teeth. Tessa whispered, “Do you feel that?”“I feel like the universe just held eye contact,” Lina said.The Pattern, no longer confined to the boundary, no longer pretending to be singular, stood perfectly still. Its outline flickered, not with instability, but with choice, as if it were deciding which of its many possible forms deserved to be visible.The Challenger spoke, and for the first time since its creation, its voice carried something like strain.External referential pressure increasing. Kai frowned. “From where?”From… above.No one laughed. Across the world, convergence zones dimmed. People who had felt warmth now felt orientation, as if some unseen axis had rotated, redefining what “forward” m
Last Updated : 2026-01-22GOLDEN PALM Chapter 113 — The Mark That Watches
The city did not celebrate. That, more than anything, told Nicholas something was wrong.Lights came back online in careful increments. Transit resumed at reduced flow. Drones returned to patrol routes, wider arcs, slower speeds, as if the city itself were afraid of moving too confidently.People stood where they were, murmuring, touching walls, touching each other, grounding themselves in proof that existence had not blinked out.Relief was present. Joy was not. Mara helped Nicholas to his feet. Her hands lingered on his arms longer than necessary, as if she were afraid he might thin again if she let go.“Easy,” she said. “You look like you just argued with reality and lost.”He managed a weak smile. “I didn’t lose.”“But you didn’t win either.”“No,” he agreed. “I don’t think that’s how this works.”Inside him, Elara remained quiet. Not absent. Listening. That frightened him more than panic ever could.They moved through the plaza slowly. People parted without being asked, eyes foll
Last Updated : 2026-01-21GOLDEN PALM Chapter 112 — What Answered the Void
The seam did not close. It listened. Nicholas felt it, not as sound, not as force, but as attention. The nothingness beyond the tear in reality curved inward, as if considering him the way a vast animal considers a flicker of movement at the edge of its vision.Elara’s presence went utterly still inside him. Not afraid. Alert.That isn’t erasure, she whispered. It’s pre-erasure. The space before anything decides to exist.The white presence recoiledm just a fraction, but enough. UNMODELED DOMAIN CONFIRMED. WITHDRAWAL ADVISEDFor the first time since authority had learned the word override, it hesitated. Mara stood frozen at the edge of the plaza, arms wrapped around herself, eyes locked on Nicholas’s silhouette against the widening void.“Nick,” she whispered. “Please.”He didn’t look back. Because the seam was no longer empty. It was remembering him.The void shifted. Not opening widerm deepening. Patterns emerged that were not geometry, not light, not signal. They were absences shap
Last Updated : 2026-01-19
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