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 391 The Loudest Silence
The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beep of monitors and the soft whisper of the ventilation system. Ghassan lay in his bed, his face pale against the white pillow, his eyes fixed on Ali with an intensity that belied his weakened state.Ali had come alone this time. He pulled the chair close to the bed and sat down heavily, the weight of the past few days evident in every line of his face."I talked to someone," Ali began quietly. "Someone who knows things about Ghouls. About what might be happening to you."Ghassan's eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing."His name is Abu Jumana. He's... he's not well. He's in prison. But he knows more about Ghouls than almost anyone alive." Ali chose his words carefully. "He read ancient texts. Ghoul texts. And he said something important.""What?" Ghassan's voice was a whisper."He said the Ghouls don't transform humans. They don't want to. They think we're beneath them." Ali leaned forward, holding the boy's gaze. "The voice you
Chapter 390 The Madman
Ali's footsteps echoed through the sterile corridors of Ali's company as he made his way to Professor Riyad's office. The old professor was exactly where Ali expected to find him—hunched over a stack of papers, his thick glasses perched on his nose, a cup of tea growing cold at his elbow."Ali." Riyad looked up as Ali entered, his eyes sharp despite his age. "You look terrible. What happened?"Ali collapsed into the chair across from Riyad's desk and told him everything—Ghassan's condition, the voice in his head, the visit to George, the talk about the Bridge between human and Ghoul natures. Riyad listened without interrupting, his expression growing more serious with each word.When Ali finished, the professor was quiet for a long moment. Then he leaned back in his chair and removed his glasses, polishing them slowly."George gave you legends and rumors," Riyad said. "You need facts. Historical records. Original texts.""I've read everything we have on Ghoul biology," Ali said tiredl
Chapter 389 Fragile Hope
The fluorescent lights of the hospital ceiling hummed overhead, a steady, mechanical drone that seemed to pulse in time with the throbbing agony in Ghassan's shoulder. He drifted in and out of consciousness, the boundaries between waking and dreaming blurred by pain and whatever drugs the doctors had pumped into his system.When he woke fully, he saw nothing but darkness.The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of monitors tracking his vitals. His shoulder screamed with every heartbeat, a deep, burning pain that radiated down his arm and across his chest. He tried to move, to cry out, but his body felt weighted down, unresponsive.Then he heard the voice."Run."It wasn't a sound. It was more like a thought inserted directly into his mind, cold and slithering, ancient and wrong."Run, little human. They will make you a lab rat."Ghassan's eyes darted around the room, searching for the source. There was nothing, only shadows, the sounds of machines and the faint outline of the door
Chapter 388 The Brave fool
Samir and Sami were walking toward school, backpacks slung over one shoulder, moving with the particular lazy gait of teenagers who had already mentally checked out of the academic day ahead. The streets were busy with the usual morning chaos, vendors setting up their stalls, mothers herding smaller children, the distant honk of traffic.As they rounded the corner near the market, they spotted a group of their schoolmates gathered near a juice stand. The group was larger than usual, and at its center, holding court with theatrical gestures, was Ghassan.Sami and Samir exchanged glances. Ghassan was known for many things—loudness, boastfulness, and an uncanny ability to insert himself into any conversation, but he was not known for honesty." and then I grabbed him by the throat!" Ghassan was saying, his voice carrying across the square. His audience, a mix of younger students and a few curious adults, leaned in. "The Ghoul thought he could take me, but I've been training for years. Y
Chapter 387 Best Bros
Ali was deeply focused on a microscopic component, tweezers in hand, when the door burst open with enough force to rattle the schematics pinned to the walls."Traitor!" Laith's voice thundered through the room.Ali nearly dropped the component. He spun around, tweezers still raised defensively, to find Laith standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a theatrical scowl on his face. Behind him, two junior Knights who had clearly followed him out of curiosity peeked around the doorframe before quickly disappearing when Ali caught their eye."What?" Ali demanded, lowering the tweezers. "What did I do?"Laith strode into the room, his movements carrying that particular fluid grace that came from years of martial training combined with natural athleticism. He stopped directly in front of Ali's desk, looming impressively despite the fact that Ali was still seated."I heard," Laith announced dramatically, "that you're making new armor for everyone. Everyone except me. You forgot I exi
Chapter 386 A Strong Faith
Ali's office was a sanctuary of precision and order. Schematics lined the walls, pinned to corkboards with color-coded markers. Prototype components sat in labeled trays on a long workbench. The computer monitors displayed complex 3D models rotating in slow, silent simulation. Everything was exactly where it belonged, organized and controlled.Everything except Ali's mind.He sat in his chair, staring at the ceiling, the third cup of cold coffee untouched on his desk. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sparkled with the million lights of late night—or early morning, depending on perspective. He had lost track hours ago. The digital clock on his monitor read 3:47 AM.Marwan's words echoed in his skull like stones dropped into a deep well, the ripples spreading endlessly."You're building crutches. You're building suits so powerful, so automated, that the person inside stops being the fighter.""Whose hands do these suits end up in? Eventually, one of them will end up with s
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