Ali lay alone in the sterile white hospital room, the hum of machines the only sound breaking the silence. The doctor and nurse had assured him he was no longer in danger, but anxiety still gnawed at him. The government wouldn’t just forget what happened, and the brutal blows from the Black Knight had made it painfully clear how deep in trouble he was.
A few hours passed before the door suddenly swung open. A short, blond-haired boy, no older than fifteen or sixteen, waltzed in with an almost theatrical energy. "Hey there!" the boy announced, his voice loud and cheerful. "My Name is Laith! And guess what? You’re officially off the hook!" Ali blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. "What?" Laith grinned, plopping himself onto the edge of the bed. "The Knights of Askalan bailed you out! That Blue Knight you helped? He testified that you saved people, and that you fought bravely, he mentioned all that heroic stuff you did. So, congrats! We’re taking you under our wing now." Ali’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but suspicion lingered. "Under your wing? What does that mean?" "Means we’re keeping an eye on you," Laith said with a shrug. "Just to make sure you’re not some sneaky spy or something. But hey, better than rotting in a cell, right?" A wave of relief washed over Ali. "So… I can go home?" Laith nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! You’re free to go. Just don’t do anything too suspicious, or the higher-ups might change their minds." Ali exhaled, the weight on his chest finally lifting. "Thank you." "Don’t thank me," Laith said, hopping to his feet. "Thank the Blue Knight and your own dumb bravery." With a playful salute, he headed for the door. "See you around, Ali!" As the door clicked shut behind Laith, Ali allowed himself a small, hopeful smile. Maybe things would be okay after all. __ The moment Ali stepped through the front door, his family rushed to him his mother pulling him into a tight embrace, his father gripping his shoulder with relief, his younger siblings clinging to his arms with excited chatter. "We were so worried!" his mother said, her voice trembling. "When they told us you were taken by the Knights association I thought you would get in trouble." "I’m okay," Ali reassured her, forcing a smile. "Just a few bruises. Nothing serious." But even as his family celebrated his return, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The Knight Association had let him go, but he knew they were still monitoring him. The thought made his skin prickle. --- A Few Days Later Ali sat in the living room when the doorbell rang. His friends—Karim and Fadi stood outside, their faces a mix of curiosity and excitement. "You’re alive!" Karim grinned, punching Ali’s shoulder lightly. "We heard you went full hero mode out there!" Fadi crossed his arms, eyes sharp. "Yeah, about that. What happened, Ali? One minute we’re running for our lives, the next you’re in some crazy armor fighting Ghouls?" Ali hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. How much could he really say? Fadi, always the quiet one, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever it is, we’ve got your back. You saved us. We’re not gonna judge." Ali let out a slow breath. They deserved the truth. "Okay," he said, lowering his voice. "But you can’t tell anyone. Not yet." His friends nodded, leaning in. "I don’t know how it happened," Ali admitted. "We were in our graduation ceremony, then suddenly the Ghouls attacked us, we ran for our life and the... The Ghouls killed you both, and they killed my family too, I was cornered by them and scared, then suddenly a screen told me that I could start the day over and get an armor, that armor… it just appeared when I needed it. Like it chose me. And the Ghouls, I wanted to take revenge and destroy them after witnessing what they did I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing." Fadi's eyes widened. "So you’re like… a Knight now?" "Not officially," Ali said quickly. "The Knight Association is still watching me. They don’t fully trust me yet." Karim whistled. "Well, we trust you. And we’re proud of you, man." Fadi nodded. "You risked your life for us. Thank you." Ali smiled, warmth spreading through his chest. "I’d do it again." From the kitchen, his mother called, "Ali, who’s there?" "Just my friends!" he called back before lowering his voice again. "My parents don’t know yet. I’ll tell them… when I’m ready." Karim smirked. "Better sooner than later. Your mom’s gonna find out when you start bringing home a glowing sword for dinner." The group laughed, the tension easing. For now, at least, Ali wasn’t alone. And that made all the difference. The living room was alive with laughter as Ali’s friends lounged around, swapping jokes and reliving old memories. Karim was in the middle of an exaggerated retelling of their school days, hands flying wildly as Fadi rolled his eyes. For the first time in days, he felt normal again. His family was safe, his friends were here, and despite everything, the world hadn’t ended. "Remember when Ali tried to fix the school’s projector and nearly electrocuted himself?" Karim grinned, elbowing him. "Hey, it worked afterward!" Ali protested, laughing. "After three teachers had to pry you off the floor," Fadi teased. Karim shook his head. "And now here you are, fighting Ghouls in magic armor. Life’s weird." The mention of it made Ali pause, but the usual tension didn’t follow. Instead, a strange sense of resolve settled over him. He had always admired the Knights of Askalan—their courage, their strength, the way they stood between humanity and the darkness. As a kid, he daydreamed about joining them, wearing their sigil, being one of the heroes who kept the world safe. And now? Now he had fought. He stood his ground. "You think they’ll actually let you train with them?" Fadi asked, more serious now. Ali shrugged. "I don’t know. But if they do… I want to try." Karim whistled. "Ali, office worker by day, monster slayer by night. Got a nice ring to it." "Assuming I survive training," Ali muttered. Fadi gave him a knowing look. "You will. You’ve got the stubbornness for it." Ali exhaled, staring at his hands. A part of him was still scared. He was supposed to graduate, get a steady job in tech engineering, and live a quiet life. Not fight Ghouls. Not wearing armor that appeared out of nowhere. Not step into a world where every shadow could be a threat. But another part of him, the part that had stood his ground when it mattered, whispered that maybe this was where he was meant to be. "Whatever comes next," he said finally, meeting their eyes, "I’ll face it." Fadi smirked. "Spoken like a true Knight." Karim smirked as well "To Ali, our very own hero." Ali laughed, the weight on his shoulders feeling just a little lighter. Whatever came next, he wouldn’t face it alone. And that made all the difference.
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Chapter 126, Reckless Boy.
The tension in the command center was thick enough to cut with a knife. Ali and Laith had just been caught by Hazim. He sensed something was wrong and searched the ship for intruders and managed to catch them hiding behind the boxes of equipment. Ali's face was flushed with embarrassment, his jaw tight as he struggled to keep his composure. Laith, on the other hand, was seething not just at Hazim, but at himself for being caught in the first place. Hazim wrenched himself free from Ibrahim's grip who was trying desperately to calm him down, his hazel eyes flashing with irritation. "What the hell is wrong with you two?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "Especially you, Ali. You're supposed to be the responsible one, how could you let him pull you into this reckless stunt?" Ali swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides. "I tried to stop him," he muttered, avoiding Hazim's piercing gaze. "But he wouldn't listen. So I figured if I went with him, at least there'd be someone there
Chapter 125, The Secret Mission.
Laith pressed himself against the cold stone wall, his breath shallow as he peered around the corner. His brother, Hazim, had been sneaking off every afternoon for weeks, always returning with a guarded expression. No matter how many times Laith asked, Hazim would only smirk and say, "None of your concern, little brother." But today, Laith had decided it was his concern. He followed Hazim through the winding streets of the city, keeping his distance. His brother moved with purpose, his usual relaxed stride replaced by something sharper, more deliberate. When Hazim turned toward the Knights’ Association, Laith’s stomach twisted. What business does he have there? Hiding behind a merchant’s cart, Laith watched as Hazim exchanged a few words with the guards at the entrance before slipping inside. After a moment’s hesitation, Laith darted forward, slipping past the distracted sentries and into the shadowed halls of the Association. The corridors were dimly lit, the air thick with
Chapter 124, Too Much Confidence Gets You Killed.
The morning sun blazed over the training grounds as Marwan stood with his arms crossed, watching his recruits with a cold, unreadable expression. Hamza, Nawras, Badr, Fadi, Karim, and Ali stood in a line, sweat already forming on their brows despite the day having just begun. "Ten laps. Now," Marwan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. The men took off, their boots kicking up dust as they circled the training ground. By the fifth lap, Badr was panting heavily, and Karim’s face was flushed with exertion. But they pushed through no one dared to slow down under Marwan’s watchful gaze. Once the laps were done, they moved to jump ropes, their muscles burning as they maintained rhythm under the relentless heat. Then came the weights iron plates clanking, grunts of effort filling the air. Marwan paced among them, correcting their form with sharp, precise words. Finally, it was time for the real test. "Sparring," Marwan announced. "Nawras and Badr. First up." Nawras
Chapter 123, Getting Back.
The training hall was silent except for the rhythmic sound of Ali’s fists against the heavy bag streamed through the high . Seven nights straight, he did running, sparring, drilling combat forms until his muscles screamed. Tonight’s training session was boxing. "Again," he growled, resetting his stance. His reflection in the mirrored walls betrayed him, his elbow drooping, feet misaligned. He’d seen Marwan knock out men twice his size with this combo, yet when he threw the same punches, they lacked power. Someone moved behind him. "You’re not doing it right." Ali barely had time to turn before Marwan’s fist connected with his ribs. Not enough to break bone, but enough to steal his breath. He crumpled, gasping. "Why did you do that?!" Marwan yawned, scratching his stubble. "If you’re gonna train at 3 a.m., at least do it right." He nudged Ali’s fallen water bottle with his boot. "Left elbow up. Hips forward. And stop holding your breath like a kid diving into a pool
Chapter 122, Begin Again.
Ali woke up feeling oddly motivated for work. It was just another ordinary day, or so he thought. His boss, however, had other plans. Despite Ali having just returned from a three-day break one he’d desperately needed after his surgery. For taking too many days off, even before this, his employer demanded overtime to make up for lost time. Ali told him it was ridiculous and he had just undergone brain surgery. But Mercy wasn’t in the company’s vocabulary. Now, they were piling a full week of post-shift overtime on him. By the time his overtime shift ended, exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. He dragged himself home, changed out of his work clothes, and collapsed onto his bed, only for his phone to ring. To his surprise it was Marwan. Ali stared at the screen, stunned. Marwan never called him before, out of curiosity he answered. "Why aren’t you answering messages or calls?" Marwan’s voice was sharp, accusatory. "You think you’re above us now?" Ali flinched. "No, of cou
Chapter 121, Years Of Guilt.
The first thing that Ali was aware of when he woke up was the sterile, antiseptic smell, then he felt a terrible headache, he felt a dull, throbbing ache radiating from his temple, pulsing in time with the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside his bed. His eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down by sandbags, but he forced them open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Dr. Nabil’s face swam into view, his features sharpening as Ali’s vision adjusted. The doctor’s silver-framed glasses reflected the cold glow of the medical equipment, and his expression was one of quiet relief. "Welcome back, Ali," Dr. Nabil said, his voice calm but firm. He reached for a small penlight and shone it into Ali’s eyes, checking his pupil response. "How are you feeling?" Ali’s mouth was dry, his tongue thick and sluggish. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. Dr. Nabil immediately lifted a plastic cup of water to his lips, supporting the back of his he
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