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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty
A slow, calculated smile spread across the third brother’s face as he stepped forward, his boots making no sound against the steel floor. His posture was relaxed, almost bored, as if he had all the time in the world.“Join me or die.”The words weren’t a threat. They weren’t even a challenge.They were final.Kael stared at the man in front of him—the brother he had barely allowed himself to remember. The same face, the same sharp eyes, the same infuriatingly calm expression. Not a single wrinkle. Not a trace of time’s passage.How?Selene shifted beside him, her fingers twitching near the knife strapped to her thigh. Pamela, standing near the edge of the room, had gone rigid, her breath shallow.Elias?Elias didn’t even hesitate.Click.Kael barely had time to register the sound of the safety coming off before Elias pulled the trigger.Bang!The gunshot shattered the tense silence——but the bullet never reached its target.It stopped midair.Hung there.Frozen.Like time itself had b
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty One
The sound of the locks slamming shut echoed through the lab like a death sentence.Kael turned sharply, scanning the room as red emergency lights flickered along the walls. The air grew thick, pulsing with something unseen, something wrong.They were trapped.Elias let out a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around his gun. His knuckles turned white, but they all knew the truth—bullets wouldn’t get them out of this.Pamela stepped forward, trying the door panel, but as soon as she pressed a button, a shockwave pulsed through the walls. The control panel sparked, the screens glitched, scrambling into unreadable static. The whole lab felt like it was humming—alive, aware of their presence.Her hands recoiled as if she’d been burned. “Shit. It’s completely locked down.”Kael’s jaw clenched.Their third brother—no, the mastermind—watched them with an amused expression, hands clasped behind his back as if none of this concerned him.“I already told you.” His voice was calm. “You have to
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Two
The power cut out, plunging the entire lab into absolute darkness.Kael’s breath stilled.For a moment—just one agonizing second—there was nothing. No movement. No sound. Just the crushing silence pressing against his ears, stretching out like an unseen force had swallowed the entire room whole. His heartbeat slammed against his ribs, the only thing reminding him that time hadn’t stopped completely.Then—A deep, mechanical groan echoed through the darkness. A sound so low, so guttural, that it sent a tremor through the steel beneath his boots. The lab wasn’t just dark; it was waking up.A sharp whirring noise followed, a cold, artificial hum vibrating through the air, like the entire structure was inhaling its first breath in years. Then came the worst part—something shifting, something huge and unseen grinding against metal.Kael’s fingers twitched toward his weapon, but he knew instinct wouldn’t save them from whatever was coming.The red emergency lights flickered to life, stutter
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Three
A heavy silence filled the lab.Thick. Stifling.Kael’s pulse pounded in his ears, every beat hammering like a war drum, drowning out the faint hum of the emergency lights. The figure in front of them stepped forward, bare feet touching the cold floor with slow, measured precision. The crimson glow of the alarms bathed their skin in flickering shades of red, casting long, sharp shadows against the frost-covered pods.Too slow. Too controlled.Too unnatural.Elias’ grip tightened around his gun, knuckles turning white. His voice was a whisper of disbelief. “No way…”Pamela took a step back, the blood draining from her face. “This isn’t possible.”But it was.Because the person standing before them wasn’t just anyone.He was one of their own.Someone they had buried.Someone they had mourned.Kael’s stomach twisted, his breath catching as the truth hit him like a sledgehammer.Milo.The name barely left his lips, no louder than a whisper, as if saying it out loud would somehow solidify
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Four
The air crackled with tension.A sharp, static charge, like the calm before a storm.Milo lunged.Fast. Too fast.Kael barely had time to twist out of the way before a fist shot past his face, moving with such terrifying force that the metal panel behind him exploded into jagged shards. The sound of tearing steel rang through the room, a high-pitched shriek that sent shivers down his spine.His heartbeat slammed against his ribs.Too strong.Too precise.This wasn’t just a soldier.This was something else.Something built.Something designed.Elias and Marcus didn’t hesitate.They sprang into action, raising their guns in perfect sync.BANG! BANG! BANG!Three precise shots fired.Dead center.Direct hits.They should have dropped him.They didn’t.Milo barely flinched.The bullets hit—Kael saw it—but there was no reaction. No pain. No hesitation. It was as if his body had simply… absorbed the impact.Like he was more machine than man.Marcus swore under his breath. “That should have w
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Five
The tension in the lab was suffocating. It pressed down on them like a living thing, thick and unrelenting, crawling into their lungs, their bones. No one moved. No one breathed.Milo remained frozen in place, his enhanced body locked mid-attack, his expression eerily blank. But it wasn’t because they had overpowered him.Something else had stopped him.Something bigger.The intercom crackled to life.“System override. Level: Supreme.”Kael’s heart slammed against his ribs.No.No one should have that kind of access. No one except—The third brother’s voice tore through the speakers, sharp with rage.“Who the hell is in my system?”No answer.Selene’s fingers flew over the controls at the lab’s main console, her eyes scanning the flood of data spilling across the screens. Her breath hitched.Elias stood beside her, gun still raised, sweat dripping down his temple.“Talk to me,” he muttered. “Tell me this is you.”Selene shook her head, her throat dry. “It’s not me.”Kael took a step f
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty eight
The control center was a mess of blinking red lights and warning alarms. Kael’s breath came out in steady, controlled bursts as he stormed into the heart of the facility. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t flinch. Gun raised, eyes sharp—he had only one goal.Find answers.Elias was right behind him, a force of barely contained rage. Selene and Pamela took up the rear, watching their flanks, their weapons trained on the shadows lurking in the depths of the lab.And there, standing at the center of the chaos, was the third brother.The man who had orchestrated so much of this nightmare.Kael expected to find the same cold confidence that had defined his brother all these years. The same calculating smirk.But he didn’t.For the first time since this started, the third brother looked rattled.His fingers trembled over the control panel, his eyes darting between flashing red warnings and the reinforced door behind them. His mind was running a thousand miles per second, but his expression told
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Seven
The walls groaned, their steel reinforcements bending under invisible pressure. The entire facility trembled, its very bones shuddering in protest. Overhead, thick cables swung like nooses, sparking wildly as the emergency lights flickered, casting the room in frantic bursts of red. The air was thick with the scent of burning circuits and ozone, mingling with the acrid sting of dust and shattered concrete.The facility was coming down.Kael felt the tremor before he heard it—a deep, resonant rumble that pulsed through his bones like the heartbeat of a dying beast. The ground lurched beneath them, sending a cascade of debris from the ceiling. A jagged crack splintered across the far wall, a jagged wound that widened with each passing second. The alarm overhead was a shrieking banshee, a relentless countdown to their demise.30 seconds left.Selene was still at the terminal, her fingers a blur over the keyboard. Sweat dripped down her temple, but she didn’t stop. “I just need a few more
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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
Chapter 177
There was a silence so vast it swallowed thought itself.Inside the shattered core of the Cradle of Tomorrow, time had fractured again. Pieces of broken timelines spiraled like ribbons around the chamber, glimmering with unstable light. The ship no longer existed. The team stood adrift in what looked like a cathedral woven from memory and potential—echoes of what could have been, and warnings of what might still come.Kael stood in the center of the distortion, his breath shallow.And then she stepped from the rift.Selene.But not his Selene.This Selene wore armor forged from black light and living metal. Her eyes burned with a cold fire, and across her forehead ran a seam of pulsing energy—like someone had tried to split her mind in half and rebuild her. She walked with the precision of a soldier, and behind her followed an army of spectral machines—silent, obedient, haunting.Kael took a step forward. “Selene?”Her gaze fixed on him, but there was no recognition. Just calculation.
Chapter 176
They should have never come inside.Pamela pressed her back to a shifting wall that pulsed with fractured data, her breath ragged. The sphere around them—the broken remains of the cradle—no longer obeyed the laws of space or time. Each corridor was a paradox, every turn bleeding into memory, regret, and nightmare.Kael had vanished into the heart of the fracture. Elias was gone. The team was splintered, scattered across a maze of decaying timelines.And something was hunting them.Pamela gripped her weapon tighter. It was flickering—glitching—just like the rest of this cursed place. She wasn’t sure if it would even fire. The air around her smelled like burning ozone and old tears. Static buzzed in her ears, and each step forward pulled her deeper into impossible versions of herself.A low growl echoed through the corridor. Footsteps—hers.And then she saw her.She stepped from the shadows like a ghost resurrected. Same face. Same body. But everything else was… wrong.The other Pamela
Chapter 175
There was no sky. No ground. Only the raw scream of silence, and the crackling echo of something ancient being torn open.Kael’s body hit the ground hard—if it could even be called ground. It was slick with flickering energy, like broken glass floating in liquid light. His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts. His ribs ached. Blood—real or not—spilled down his mouth. But he was alive.Barely.The cradle chamber was gone. What remained was a twisted, spiraling shell of it—a shattered skeleton of cables, scorched steel, and pulsing fragments of core logic that flickered like dying stars overhead. The explosion had torn through the room like a god’s scream, and now everything—the walls, the gravity, even time itself—felt… fractured.Kael groaned as he tried to sit up. Every nerve in his body screamed in protest. Something wasn’t right. Something was missing.No—someone.Elias.The name barely passed through Kael’s lips, cracked and hoarse. “Elias…”There was no answer.Only a low, rhythmi
Chapter 174
The cold steel of the cradle chamber felt alien to Elias, its walls vibrating with the hum of old technology that should have been long forgotten. He could almost hear the ghosts of the past, the whispered voices of those who had built it, echoing through the air. A place of birth, a place of death.His boots echoed against the floor as he entered, the familiar darkness enveloping him. He was alone now. The loop had finally released him, a cruel but necessary finality. He could feel the weight of the decision pressing against his chest, suffocating him. Elias had fought it for centuries. He had delayed it. He had sought other ways. But there was no escaping it now.Kael was here—at the center of the chamber, caught between two versions of himself.Elias took another step forward, his gaze fixed on Kael. The man was standing motionless, his broad frame silhouetted by the soft, pulsating light that emanated from the cradle. But Kael wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were locked on somethi
Chapter 173
The cradle was no longer crumbling.It was evolving.What had once been a memory chamber had become something else—a biomechanical cathedral of thought and design, its walls pulsing like veins, lit by a cold blue glow. The team stood suspended in a massive atrium where stars flickered across the ceiling like blinking thoughts.Kael staggered forward, blinking sweat from his eyes. His limbs felt heavier with every second, not because of fatigue—but because reality was pressing down on him.No, not reality. Truth.Selene stood before him—not a ghost this time, not just a fragment of the archive—but a stabilized echo of who she had once been. “This place is rewriting everything,” she said softly. “It’s deciding what should exist. What should survive.”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t come here to choose what survives. I came to stop the Architect.”A soft hum spread through the cradle, as if it were amused.And then it spoke.“Incorrect.”The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Not me
Chapter 172
Kael stood at the center of the cradle, his fingers still pressed against its shimmering surface. A hum vibrated through his bones—low, old, and impossibly alive.And then the world cracked.Not with sound. Not with movement. But with time itself.No.No, no, no.This wasn’t how it was supposed to work.The cradle pulsed, and suddenly, they were falling—falling backward through fractured years.Pamela blinked, disoriented, as the biomechanical walls twisted and reshaped. Gone was the metal, the flesh-like structure. Now, they stood in a vision.A memory.Marcus staggered forward. “What the hell is this?”Kael didn’t answer. His breath hitched.Before them was a room—a nursery, soft light pouring in from a cracked window. A child stood at the center. A small boy, maybe five or six, with dark eyes and a solemn face.Kael whispered, “That’s… me.”But something was wrong.A tall figure knelt beside the boy. It wasn’t a parent. It wasn’t a caretaker. It was the Architect—young, smiling, hu
Chapter 171
The moment the alien ship touches the surface of the sentient sphere, everything dissolves.Not explodes. Not breaks. Dissolves.Metal and memory, air and breath, time and direction—all of it melts into fluid motion. Pamela screams, but no sound comes. Marcus reaches for Kael, but his hand phases through him like mist. Elias doesn’t flinch. He simply closes his eyes, like he expected this.And then—they awaken.Not in the ship. Not on a planet. Somewhere else.Kael opens his eyes first. He’s lying in a chamber that isn’t a room, but a thought. The walls pulse with faint light—living, breathing tissue wrapped in wires that hum with emotion more than energy. Everything is curved, smooth, organic. The walls rearrange themselves every few seconds, like they can’t decide on one shape.A voice—not a person—greets him inside his head.“Welcome, Origin.”Kael’s breath catches. The others wake around him. Pamela is still catching her breath. Marcus clutches his chest, blinking fast, like he sa
