Chapter 250
Author: CABO
last update2026-10-01 23:29:21

The solid black stone floor cracked wide open. Blinding, terrible golden light poured out from the deep hole. The heavy sound of dragging iron chains echoed from the bottom of the world.

Adam Cook stood at the edge of the broken floor. His pitch-black obsidian skin reflected the golden light. His hollow mind processed the danger instantly.

The central core of the Frost-Spire was not just a power source. It was a giant padlock. By destroying it, Adam had accidentally unlocked a prison. Somethi
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    The bright light of Adam’s power faded from the Royal Palace. The Prime Creator had vanished into the shadows, leaving the Inquisition completely exposed and terrified. High Inquisitor Malakor breathed heavily as he ran through the stone halls of the Capital. He called for his top commanders. They finally realized the horrifying truth. Adam Cook was not just trying to escape. He was actively hunting them. Malakor ordered a total lockdown of the Capital. The leaders realized they were the primary targets. Thousands of soldiers marched into the streets, turning the beautiful city into a dark, cold military camp. The soldiers dragged heavy iron barricades across the roads. They placed giant Null-Metal shields on every street corner. The normal citizens hid inside their homes, locking their wooden doors and closing their windows. The city was filled with the loud marching of heavy boots and the bright, flickering light of holy torches. The Inquisition pulled every single guard from

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    The silent, white laboratory stretched out forever. Adam stood in the center of the blank room, his heart racing with a rhythm that wasn't his own. The walls didn't exist. There were no exits. It was a prison made of pure logic and trapped light.Across from him, a tall, faceless version of his own self paced back and forth. It held a silver clipboard. It was a construct of the Grave of Kings protocol, a physical manifestation of the machine that had built him."You are failing, Subject 0-Alpha," the faceless thing said. Its voice was a smooth, chilling hum. "The world outside is unraveling. You have disrupted the flow. The energy you diverted to save the forest has caused a structural fracture in the continent's mana-grid."Adam felt the truth of the words deep in his marrow. Even inside this white prison, he felt the planet shaking. Miles above the surface, in the real world, the sky was tearing open. The massive surge of magic Adam had used to turn the tundra into a sanctuary had

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