2025-04-16 20:14:12
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 186
The Warden’s shattered body dissolved into nothingness.Kael stood at the center of the broken garden, breathing like the world was collapsing in his chest. His hand still trembled from the final strike.Selene, real and whole, gasped in his arms.But something was wrong.Kael blinked.Once.Twice.Then stared at her.“Do I… know you?” he whispered.Selene’s face went pale. Her lips parted, words failing her.Pamela, standing nearby, turned sharply.“What did you say?”Kael touched his head. His brow furrowed. “Her name… it’s right there. On the tip of my mind.”Marcus stepped forward, limping slightly from the remnants of the memory bridge he had just held open. “Kael—what’s happening to you?”Elias was silent.Watching.Too still.Then—he moved. Slowly. Like he had all the time in the universe.“You shouldn’t have brought her back,” he said quietly.Everyone turned to him.Kael narrowed his eyes. “What?”“You broke the balance,” Elias continued. “You bent a living memory to overwrit
Chapter 185
The first thing Selene heard was the sound of wind.Not the wind of any world she’d ever known—this wind carried memories.Laughter. Screams. Regrets. Kisses never given. Promises never kept.She opened her eyes and gasped.Before her stretched a garden. Endless. Silent. Alive.But it wasn’t filled with flowers. No trees. No grass.Instead, it was lined with mirrors. Thousands of them. Tall and still.Each one reflecting not her—but a different version of her.One was older, hair streaked with silver, wrapped in battle-scarred armor.Another sat in a pristine white dress beneath a dying tree, her smile too wide, her eyes dead.One crouched in shadows, blood coating her hands.One wept endlessly.One held a child.Selene stumbled backward.A voice rippled through the garden—not loud, not deep. It was precise.Cold.“Timeline tethered. Identity fractured. Reconstruction in process.”The Warden.She couldn’t see it—but she felt it in the soil, in the way the mirrors pulsed like veins.It
Chapter 184
The glitch was so small at first, Kael almost missed it.Selene walked three paces ahead of him—calm, quiet, a little too quiet. Her footsteps echoed in perfect rhythm across the crystalline floor of the new world. But her shadow… her shadow dragged half a second behind.Kael’s breath caught in his throat.“Selene,” he said carefully. “Stop.”She did. Slowly. Her arms hung at her sides, still as stone.“Turn around,” he whispered.She turned. Her face was hers. But… wrong.There were three layers of her in front of him. One blinking a fraction too late. One twitching like a paused memory. The third perfectly still, like a memory frozen in glass.“Kael?” she asked.All three of her voices echoed at once.Pamela gasped. “Did you hear that?”“I heard everything,” Kael said, stepping forward.Riva moved faster. Her boots slammed against the stone, hand going to her blade. “Get back from her.”“No,” Kael barked, one arm out. “Nobody touches her.”“She’s fracturing,” Riva snapped. “You want
Chapter 183
The Warden descended like a nightmare unfolding in reverse.It didn’t move through space—it bent it. With each step, the world behind it peeled apart and stitched itself again, like reality was afraid to offend it. Clouds stilled. Wind stopped. Even light seemed to avoid its path.And then it spoke—with Kael’s voice.But it wasn’t his voice now. It was the voice he had once used when he had no soul left to protect. Cold. Authoritative. Void of all human weight.“Kael Vale. You have violated narrative integrity.”Kael’s fists clenched. “I didn’t ask to be made.”The Warden’s face flickered—his own face, but hollow. Distorted. A mask of a god who forgot how to bleed.“Your regret is noted.”The Warden raised its hand—and the air shattered.Kael barely dodged the strike as a spike of silver light tore through the rock behind him, vaporizing a crater into the mountainside.Selene screamed, “Kael!”Pamela pulled her gun and fired—but the bullets passed through the Warden like paper through
Chapter 182
The second figure stepped out from the burning ship like a shadow with weight.It had no face.No features.Just a tall, bone-thin frame wrapped in mirrored armor, its surface shifting like water trying to remember how to be steel. It didn’t speak. It didn’t move.Kael stood slowly. “Riva… is that—?”She was already backing away, hands trembling, voice flat. “It found me.”Pamela raised her weapon. “What the hell is that thing?”Riva didn’t blink. “The Warden.”The wind shifted. The stars above flickered unnaturally. Selene could feel it too—like the entire world was inhaling, waiting.Marcus grunted. “It doesn’t look alive.”“It’s not,” Riva whispered. “It’s a protocol. A failsafe created by the cradle of realities. It hunts corrupted stories… like me. Like him.” She pointed at Kael, who hadn’t moved.Kael’s voice was tight. “Corrupted how?”Riva turned to him. “When a story breaks its loop—when a version of you remembers what it shouldn’t, becomes more than it was scripted to be—the
Chapter 181
The sky split open.Kael didn’t speak. He just stared up at the burning trail of fire carving through the quiet stars. It wasn’t a comet. Not in this world. It wasn’t natural. Nothing here had been since they crossed into this place—their so-called “new beginning.”“That’s not debris,” Marcus said under his breath. “That’s a ship.”Pamela narrowed her eyes. “Then why does it feel like it’s falling on us?”The crash shook the ground minutes later. The light vanished beyond the eastern ridge, just over the valley of red ash. A long silence followed, broken only by the low wind curling through the strange new forest. Everything felt… wrong.Kael adjusted the collar of his coat. “We follow it.”Selene didn’t hesitate. She was already moving. “Something came for us.”⸻They reached the crater before dawn. The rim was jagged—shattered glass and what looked like bone scattered across the slope. Whatever landed hadn’t simply crashed—it had torn through the fabric of this world.Marcus crouche
Chapter 180
Silence.True silence.Not the kind filtered through machinery, not the absence of war sounds or collapsing timelines—but the kind of quiet that could only exist at the beginning of something untouched. Primal. Absolute.Kael opened his eyes.He was lying on his back, on something soft and strange. It wasn’t soil. It wasn’t stone. It was…light. A field of pale gold light, rippling like water but solid under his weight. Above him, a sky stretched vast and endless—unscarred by war, unsinged by battle, unmarred by the brutal echoes of ancient beings.He sat up.His chest didn’t feel heavy.No tether. No Architect’s grip. No cradle coils wrapped around his thoughts. For the first time in what felt like a thousand lifetimes, Kael could breathe—really breathe. He inhaled, and the air tasted like starsong. Like something blooming at the edge of time.He wasn’t alone.Footsteps approached softly, and when he turned, his breath caught in his throat.Selene.Whole. Solid. Real.No glitching. No
Chapter 179
The chamber had become a battlefield of the mind and time alike.Everything was breaking.Reality fractured in bursts of golden static, light unraveling like frayed cloth. The Cradle—the biomechanical heart of a forgotten universe—was screaming. Its walls warped and twisted as timelines collided. Each pulse of the Cradle’s death-throes sent shockwaves into the very structure of existence. What was once a throne of infinite memory had become the last stand of the Architect.The Final Architect.A being no longer contained by form. It existed as code, concept, virus. Its fractured body hovered above the platform, leaking corrupted data that glowed with ancient sigils—symbols of power that predated even the stars.And Kael stood before it.His breath burned in his chest. Every nerve was fire.Behind him stood Selene, now merged, anchored by Pamela’s sacrifice—but still volatile, barely stabilized. Her aura shimmered with alternating pulses of every timeline she had once lived. Her finger
Chapter 178
The light hadn’t faded.It pulsed—loud as thunder, silent as death.Kael stood frozen, breathless, his hand still outstretched toward the woman he had once mourned, once damned a galaxy to revive. Selene—real, broken, reborn—was before him. But as the Cradle began to collapse around them, it was no longer just her he saw.It was everyone she had been.All versions. All timelines. All echoes.And Pamela… she hadn’t vanished.Not entirely.The moment the Merge Protocol initiated, time folded inward and outward at once. Kael had watched, helpless, as Pamela’s outline blurred into radiant strands of data—ribbons of memory, emotion, and cognition streaming into Selene’s fragmented shell. It was supposed to end her. To obliterate her thread and anchor Selene’s.But something had gone wrong.Or maybe… terribly right.Pamela survived.Her body lay at the center of the Cradle’s fusion chamber, motionless—but alive. Her skin was marked with glowing sigils, her veins pulsed with energy not nativ
You may also like
Revenge of the Secret Heir
Belladonna82.1K viewsThe Billionaire Husband in Disguise
Banin SN182.1K viewsHarvey York's Rise to Power
A Potato-Loving Wolf3.9M viewsWISH TO BE RICH
South Ashan75.0K viewsTriumph Of The Belittled Son-in-law
Godwin1.7K viewsThe Son-in-law they never wanted
Delphic boo28.0K viewsThe Next Billionaire
Wonderful6583 viewsThe tormented son-in-law's payback time
Brianwrites7.4K views