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Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-One
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-05-06 23:38:16

The air was still. Too still. The world had grown silent in a way that made Oliver’s skin crawl, like the calm before a storm. He stood at the center of a vast, open space—once a lush field, now barren, choked by the creeping tendrils of shadow that spread from the far horizon. The ground beneath his feet trembled, a faint but steady vibration, as if something ancient was stirring beneath the earth.

The Hunger had begun to feed.

Oliver could feel it in the air, thick and oppressive. It gnawed at the edges of his mind, clawing at the very fabric of reality. He could almost taste the bitterness of it on his tongue, the sharpness of a predator drawing nearer, its hunger endless, its thirst unquenchable. He had faced the Hunger before, but this was different. This time, it wasn’t just a force in the world—it was feeding directly from the soul of the universe itself.

He took a slow, steady breath, trying to center himself. The power of the Final Oliver still pulsed within him, a new energy
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