2025-05-06 18:58:57When Ali and Laith arrived at the headquarter of the Knights of Askalan group he was expecting a hall or luxurious fancy building. Instead they were hanging out in a normal building, it looked more like an office than a headquarter.
Laith gathered everyone to introduce them to Ali. Hazim their leader was tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing amber eyes and a mane of dark red hair—stepped forward first. His presence commanded attention, and a faint smirk played on his lips as he extended a gauntleted hand. "Welcome, Ali," Hazim said, his voice deep and steady. "I am Hazim, leader of the Knights of Askalan. I'm also known as The Red Phoenix." Ali clasped his forearm firmly. "It’s an honor." Next came Haitham, a mountain of a man with scars tracing his arms and a battle-worn face. He crossed his arms, his voice a low rumble. "I'm Haitham. The Fearless Knight as they call me" He gave a single nod. "Prove yourself, and you’ll have no fiercer ally." Ali met his gaze. "I intend to." A lean figure with sharp, calculating eyes stepped forward—Hadi. His voice was quiet but carried weight. "I'm Hadi. The Sharp Knight" He studied Ali for a moment before adding, "Strategy wins battles as much as strength. Remember that." Malik, the blue-armored knight who had saved Ali, smirked and clapped him on the shoulder. "You already know me, I'm Malik, The Blue Knight. Glad you made it" Laith, the youngest, darted forward with a flash of yellow armor. "And I’m Laith, I'm known as the Yellow Lightning Knight!" he declared, grinning. "Fastest in Askalan. Try to keep up!" Ali chuckled. "I’ll do my best." Last came Marwan, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief beneath his hood. He leaned against a pillar, arms crossed. "I'm Marwan. The Unpredictable Knight," he said. "Former thief, current headache, or so they tell me." He smirked. "But I’ve got a knack for surviving. You’ll learn a thing or two from me." Hazim raised his voice, addressing the group. "From this day forward, Ali is one of us. With his white armor and unyielding spirit, he shall be known as The White-Armored Knight!" The knights cheered, raising their fists in unison. Ali felt the weight of the moment, the beginning of a new chapter, a brotherhood forged in battle and purpose. Malik leaned in with a grin. "Ready to make history, White Knight?" Ali smiled, gripping the hilt of his sword. "More than ready." ___ After the meeting, Laith and Malik led Ali to the training grounds—a high-tech facility filled with holographic combat simulations, agility courses, and strength-testing equipment. The walls were lined with sleek monitors displaying performance metrics, and the air hummed with energy. “This is where we push our limits,” Laith said, gesturing to the expansive space. “Everyone trains here to hone their skills.” Ali’s eyes widened as he took it all in. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” Malik smirked. “You’ll get used to it. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.” They started with basic combat drills, Malik demonstrating how to activate the holographic opponents. Ali watched closely as a digital warrior materialized in front of him, poised to strike. “Just like in a real fight,” Malik instructed. “But here, the system tracks your speed, power, and reaction time.” Ali nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s do this.” The first few rounds were rough, Ali took hits, stumbled, and overextended. But with each attempt, he adjusted, his movements becoming sharper. Laith offered pointers while Malik pushed him harder, increasing the difficulty. “Good,” Laith said as Ali dodged a swift kick from the hologram. “You’re adapting fast.” “Faster than most,” Malik admitted, arms crossed. “But let’s see how you handle endurance.” They switched to a grueling obstacle course, testing Ali’s stamina. He pushed through, lungs burning, muscles protesting, but he didn’t stop. When he finally crossed the finish line, sweat-drenched and panting, the screen flashed with his updated stats. [Durability: +5] [Speed: +4 ] [Endurance: +6 ] [You've Level Up!] Ali grinned, catching his breath. “Not bad, huh?” Laith clapped him on the back. “Not bad at all. You’ve got potential.” Malik gave an approving nod. “Keep training like this, and you’ll be ready for anything.” As Ali studied his improved stats, he felt a surge of confidence. This was just the beginning.
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Chapter 384 The Young Teacher
The morning sun was still low over the eastern ridge, casting long amber fingers through the chain-link fence surrounding the base's secondary training yard. Laith stood at the edge of the worn concrete, arms crossed, watching his four remaining students cycle through their drills. Three of them: Yazeed, Qasim, and Tamir had finally begun to move not as soldiers mimicking foreign movements, but as warriors who had absorbed those movements into their own flesh and blood.The fourth, a quiet marksman named Rafiq, was still struggling. Laith made a mental note to work with him individually later. But today, his attention was captured by Yazeed.Yazeed was a lithe, whipcord-thin young man from the southern desert tribes. For weeks, he had frustrated Laith with his tendency to turn every technique into something overly elaborate, adding flourishes and spins that compromised efficiency. But something had clicked in the past three days. His movements had tightened, the extraneous motion stri
Chapter 383 Three Brothers
The training yard behind the Knights' headquarters was quiet in the late afternoon, the sun casting long shadows across the worn mats and training dummies. Ali stood with his arms crossed, watching his two younger brothers run through a basic disarming drill for the seventh time. Samir's footwork was sloppy, and Sami kept telegraphing his strikes by tensing his shoulders a full second before moving."No, no, stop," Ali called out, his voice carrying that particular tone of exhausted resignation that had become his default when dealing with them. He stepped forward, separating the two panting youths. "Sami, you might as well send the Ghoul a formal invitation to your attack. Your shoulders are screaming 'I'm about to hit you' from across the room. And Samir, your stance is so wide I could drive a truck through it. You're not trying to wrestle a bear; you're trying to maintain mobility.""But Marwan said a wide stance gives better stability," Samir protested, wiping sweat from his foreh
Chapter 382 A Long War
The air in the professor's study was thick with the scent of old paper, dust, and the sharp, clean aroma of ozone from multiple humming computer towers. Professor Elias Nazzal, a historian and linguist whose name was whispered with reverence in academic circles and suspicion in others, pushed his spectacles up his nose, his finger tracing a line on a yellowed parchment laid out under the glow of a magnifying lamp."This," he said, his voice a low, urgent rumble, "is not just a political land grab, Hazim. It is a ritual."Hazim leaned over the desk, his eyes scanning the intricate, angular script that was definitively not Arabic, nor any human language. It was Ghoul script, transcribed from fragments found in raids over the years. The parchment was part of a much larger, pieced-together translation Nazzal had been working on for a decade."They—the government of UFN, or rather, the Ghouls within it, are not just building an administrative complex where the Grand Mosque stands," Nazzal
Chapter 381 The Silence Of The Night
Ali took Sami to a doctor and luckily his little brother was in perfect shape. No Ghoul-tainted cuts, no internal injuries from the suplex or the subsequent terror. Ali, who had stood silently by during the examination, his face etched with deep fatigue, felt a knot in his chest loosen infinitesimally.“He is fine. Just needs rest, and perhaps a long talk about workplace safety,” the doctor had said with a knowing, but careful, smile.Now, Ali drove them back to the main Knights’ headquarters, the silence in the car a complex tapestry. It wasn’t the angry silence from before, nor the usual dismissive quiet. It was a heavy, processing silence. Sami stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past, his knuckles white where they gripped his knees. The adrenaline had fully receded, leaving behind a hollow, trembling awareness of what he had done, and what had almost happened.When they entered the common area of the HQ, they found Samir alone, hunched on a worn sofa, staring blan
Chapter 380 A New Knight
The high-frequency shriek of the Ghoul died abruptly as Ali’s powered fist, channeling the last surge of his armor’s capacitor, punched clean through the cracked obsidian carapace and into the unnatural creature beneath. There was a sickening crunch, a final, spasmodic twitch of the blade-like limbs, and then the creature collapsed into a smoldering heap of inert chitin and viscous, black fluid.Ali stood over it, his primary focus shifting to tactical assessment. The immediate threat was neutralized, but the breach protocol was clear: sanitize and secure.For the next ten minutes, he moved through the ravaged sub-level with methodical precision. He checked every shadowed corner, every toppled equipment rack, using his armor’s multi-spectrum scanners to detect any residual heat signatures or anomalous energy readings. He found none. The intruder had come alone, died alone. He reached the sealed door of Professor Riyad’s safe-room.“Professor, it’s Ali. The hostiles are down. Single en
Chapter 379 A Protector
Ali’s black Modern car screeched to a halt in the executive parking lot. In the passenger seat, Sami, his younger brother, was still rubbing his neck, his eyes slightly unfocused."Stay here," Ali commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He didn't even look at Sami as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the building's main entrance, where Fadi was already waiting, his face grim. "Lock the doors. Do not get out of this car for any reason. Do you understand?""But I can help!" Sami protested, the words slurring slightly from his lingering dizziness. "I've been training! I can—"Ali turned sharply, and the fury in his eyes was so raw it stole Sami’s breath. "You are not ready! You're dizzy from your own brother's amateur suplex! You would be a liability, a distraction, a target. You will stay. Here."The words were a cold slap. Before Sami could muster another protest, Ali was out of the car, the door slamming shut with finality. Sami watched, seething with a mix of shame and frustrati
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