2025-12-16 13:40:49Chapter 51: The Core Burns
Kael sat back on his bed, a sigh clawing its way out of his chest like a ghost too tired to haunt. The mattress dipped beneath him, old springs creaking in sympathy. “Fuck me sideways,” he muttered. “That was exhausting.” For four days straight, he had done nothing but heal people—bone-knitters, mana detoxes, soul-patchwork, the whole holy circus. The church had turned into a revolving door of moaning peasants and fake pilgrims who, let’s be honest, didn’t even need his healing. Most just came to see him. To stare. To worship. It wasn’t reverence anymore. It was obsession wearing perfume. He had stopped getting EXP notifications ages ago, though The System swore the experience was going somewhere. Into some cosmic savings account, apparently. That was supposed to be comforting, but all Kael felt was an itch beneath the ribs where faith goes to rot. Jace was probably a
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Chapter 51: The Core Burns Kael sat back on his bed, a sigh clawing its way out of his chest like a ghost too tired to haunt. The mattress dipped beneath him, old springs creaking in sympathy. “Fuck me sideways,” he muttered. “That was exhausting.” For four days straight, he had done nothing but heal people—bone-knitters, mana detoxes, soul-patchwork, the whole holy circus. The church had turned into a revolving door of moaning peasants and fake pilgrims who, let’s be honest, didn’t even need his healing. Most just came to see him. To stare. To worship. It wasn’t reverence anymore. It was obsession wearing perfume. He had stopped getting EXP notifications ages ago, though The System swore the experience was going somewhere. Into some cosmic savings account, apparently. That was supposed to be comforting, but all Kael felt was an itch beneath the ribs where faith goes to rot. Jace was probably a
chapter 50
Chapter 50: Gratitude I thought you died, Alfred’s voice cracked like an ancient bell under the weight of emotion as he surged toward Kael, his arms wrapping around him with a desperation that left no room for pretense, tears streaking unashamedly down his face, soaking the air with grief and relief tangled into a single, suffocating intensity. Come on, do not get my white robe dirty, Kael said, voice dry, yet the observation fell flat against the raw humanity pressing against him, the sight of Alfred trembling in his grasp like a man who had stared death in the eye and had been given a reprieve. It was then that Kael noticed the bottom hem of his robe had been dyed a grotesque red, a silent testament to the horrors of the previous trials, the echoes of carnage staining even the sacred fabric. Gross, he thought, the word tasting faintly bitter on his tongue as the habitual exposure to gore, the endless immersion in violenc
Chapter 49
Chapter 49: Homeless Saint The journey back to the city took roughly twenty minutes, a fleeting passage of time cushioned by the almost surreal speed of the bullet train-like vehicle. It hummed like a contained storm beneath him, sleek, precise, almost impatient, and just slightly faster than the old trains of the city, like the universe itself had shaved off the edges of time to accommodate the hurried ambitions of mortals and gods alike. Amanda sat beside him, her presence measured, her focus precise. She told him that preparations were needed before Kael could attend the academy again, a reminder that after two long years of absence, he could not simply waltz back into the folds of a world that had continued without him. Time had moved on without pause, indifferent to his absence, and he felt the weight of that unrelenting march pressing against his shoulders. The outer city had transformed during his absence. Vivum Virtual
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Chapter 65: Brat ‘This is divine,’ Kael muttered with reverence as molten cheese burned the roof of his mouth. He devoured the pizza like a starving prophet tasting god’s body for the first time. It was criminal how much he’d missed this flavor, the sacred salt of melted cheese and bread and grease. The last time he’d eaten pizza was back when his life came prepackaged in luxury: silk robes, personal chefs, and a sense of superiority thick enough to choke on.Now, he sat alone in a dingy restaurant with a cracked table and a faulty fan, smiling like an idiot as he ate a $5 slice.Then he saw them. His party. Approaching the Association building like a parade of responsibility.‘Fuck,’ he sighed, stuffing the rest of the slice into his mouth. ‘Why didn’t I buy it to go? There’s no justice in this world.’He looked back at the counter, saw the massive line, and accepted his fate. Grabbing two more slices, he bolted out the door, chewing as he went.The night before had been a blur of
chapter 48
Chapter 48: Return Kael barely had time to adjust his vision to the blazing sunlight when a sudden presence made itself known. Hi? His words barely left his lips before he noticed her, Amanda, standing there as if the world itself had bent to deliver her instantly. He had expected at least a few hours to pass before she arrived, some semblance of travel or ritual delay, but no. Not even five minutes had ticked by. She stood perfectly still, her expression a storm contained behind tightly pressed lips and eyes ablaze with that familiar intensity. A massive frown curled across her face, and the air around her seemed to hum with the raw potential of the power she wielded. Then, without a word of preamble, she raised her hand, and an invisible string of searing mana erupted from her fingertips. It shot toward Kael with such velocity that it tore the air itself, creating a faint hiss that seemed to cut through the soundscape like a blade through silk.
Chapter 47: Mishap
Chapter 47: Mishap Kael hauled himself out of the fountain, water dripping from his hair and robes, glistening like fractured glass under the dim light of the throne room. Unlike before, Freya was nowhere to be seen, absent as though she had never existed in the first place, leaving only the echo of her presence, faint and teasing. Archangels, he murmured to The System, his voice carrying a trace of disbelief and awe. Did you see what happened? I saw your memories, The System replied, cool, detached, yet threaded with the same awareness it always bore. Yes, that appears to be an actual archangel. And the body you inhabited, that of one consumed by sin, a Fallen, hence the title. I see, Kael murmured, brows knitting, the weight of the words pressing on him. It was haunting in ways he could not articulate, the echo of immense power and tragedy stitched together in flesh and bone. Could such a thing ever happen to me, he asked
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