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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety
Kael barely had a second to react before a sudden force slammed into his back, knocking the breath from his lungs and sending him stumbling forward. His boots scraped against the gravel, but before he could regain his footing, hands—strong, relentless—clamped down on his arms, yanking them behind him. Cold metal snapped shut around his wrists with a sharp click, the unyielding steel biting into his skin. He twisted, muscles straining, but the cuffs held firm. No matter how hard he fought, they weren’t coming off.His heart pounded against his ribs, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.“Kael!”Elias’s voice rang through the chaos, raw with fury, but before he could do anything—CRACK.A sickening sound of impact.Kael’s head snapped toward him just in time to see Elias drop to his knees, his body folding under the weight of a brutal strike. A soldier stood over him, one gloved hand pressing his head down, the other gripping a stun baton still crackling with residual energy. Blood
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety one
The first thing Kael registered was the cold.Not just any cold. A sterile, unnatural chill that coiled around him, leeching into his bones like it had been engineered to strip him bare. It clung to his skin, biting, relentless, making him feel less like a man and more like something dissected. Examined.Then came the pain.A dull, insistent throb pulsed at the base of his skull, like a drum beating a slow, agonizing rhythm. Each pulse sent a fresh wave of discomfort rippling through his body, forcing him to acknowledge the lingering weight in his limbs. He felt… wrong. Like he wasn’t entirely in his body.Drugged.The realization came sluggishly, threading its way through the thick fog dulling his senses. Something was in his bloodstream, numbing him just enough to keep him passive but not enough to knock him out completely.He was meant to be awake.That was never a good sign.Kael tried to move, tried to shift even the smallest inch, but his body resisted. His limbs felt heavy, alm
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Two
The room was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brought peace. No, this silence was calculated. Engineered.Every inch of the room—every gleaming, sterile surface, every soft hum of unseen machinery—was designed to create an illusion.Order.Control.But Kael didn’t trust it.Didn’t trust the smooth steel walls. Didn’t trust the cold restraints biting into his wrists. Didn’t trust the air he was breathing.Because the silence here wasn’t natural.It wasn’t empty.It was watching. Waiting.And he wasn’t alone.His gaze flicked across the room to the only other occupant—the third brother.The bastard hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t even twitched. He just sat there, legs crossed, hands resting loosely on his lap. Calm. Collected. Unbothered.Not struggling.Not fighting.Just… waiting.Kael’s stomach turned.He didn’t like that.Didn’t like the patience. The composure. The way the third brother’s eyes never wavered, never flickered with uncertainty or fear.Like he already knew ho
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Three
The file in Kael’s hands felt heavier than it should have. His face stared back at him from the page. His features. His birthdate. But not his name. The letters on the document blurred together, his mind struggling to process them. He knew his name. He had spoken it a thousand times. Had lived in that identity, carried it through every battle, every scar, every kill. But this? This was something else. A life that wasn’t his. A history that didn’t match. A reality that had been rewritten. His fingers curled tightly around the paper. He wanted to crush it, rip it apart, set the whole damn thing on fire. But that wouldn’t change the truth. It wouldn’t erase the sudden, horrifying thought sinking into his bones. What if everything I am is a lie? Across the table, The Director watched him. Patient. Calculating. Like he was waiting for the storm to hit. Kael forced himself to breathe, to push the rising fury back into a controlled burn. He wouldn’t give this man the satisfac
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Four
The cold metal restraints bit into Kael’s skin, unyielding. Every breath felt heavy, each inhale tainted with the sterile, artificial air of the facility. But the pain of the metal was nothing compared to the weight crushing his chest—the betrayal staring him in the face. His brother. The third one. The one Kael had spent his whole life never knowing existed. And yet, here he stood, calm, composed, choosing the enemy. “I was never lost,” the third brother said, stepping forward. His voice was eerily steady. No anger. No resentment. No flicker of hesitation. Just certainty. “You were.” Kael felt the words land like a strike to his ribs, knocking the air out of him. But it wasn’t the words alone—it was the way he said it. Like it was the truth. Like Kael had spent his entire life blind to the reality standing right in front of him. Before Kael could even process it, Elias snapped. “You bastard!” It was rare to see Elias lose control. He had spent years perfecting his cold, a
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Five
The city pulsed with life.Bright lights. Roaring engines. Voices overlapping, an endless tide of conversations and arguments and laughter.People moved with purpose, with routine, each step part of the rhythm of a world that never stopped turning.But Pamela, Selene, and Marcus?They moved through it like ghosts.Unseen. Unnoticed. Their thoughts locked onto a single mission—Find Kael.They had been chasing leads for hours. Too many hours.Every informant, every back-alley whisper, every thread they pulled led them in a circle, the answers slipping through their fingers just as they got close.Someone was covering their tracks.Someone wanted Kael to stay buried.But this lead?This one was different.It was an ex-Deep Space scientist—one who had disappeared years ago under a false identity.Someone who had seen the truth and ran.Which meant he knew something.Which meant he had secrets worth killing for.The Safe HouseThe abandoned industrial sector was dead.No working streetlig
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Six
Pain.That was the first thing Kael felt. A raw, searing agony that clawed its way through his skull, dragging him out of the abyss of unconsciousness. It wasn’t a dull ache. No, this was sharp, all-consuming, like wildfire tearing through his nerves. His body—restrained. His arms wouldn’t move. His legs were locked in place. His skin burned where metal pressed into it, cold and unyielding.Something was wrong.His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as he forced his eyes open. A blinding white light slammed into his retinas. Too bright. Too sterile. The air was heavy with the acrid sting of chemicals and something metallic. Blood. His own? Someone else’s? He couldn’t tell.Then, the realization struck like a fist to the gut.A lab.He was back in a lab.His pulse spiked as he fought against the restraints, but the cold bite of steel dug into his skin. Thick leather straps bound his wrists and ankles to a rigid table. Wires coiled around his body like vines, their thin metallic threa
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Seven
The second the metal doors slammed shut, Pamela knew something was wrong.The air turned thick, heavy with an acrid, chemical bite. Then—A sharp hiss.Gas.A white mist poured from the vents, curling along the floor, thick and unnatural. It moved too fast. Within seconds, it filled the room, swallowing the light, turning everything into a ghostly haze.Pamela’s lungs burned. She threw an arm over her nose and mouth, her instincts screaming at her to move, to run. But there was nowhere to go. The reinforced walls stretched around them, cold and unyielding.Her earpiece crackled.“Move!” Marcus barked. His voice was tense, urgent.Selene was already working. She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers flew across her wrist console, the sleek interface flickering under her touch. Lines of code rushed across the screen, a desperate attempt to fight back against the facility’s security system.“Containment protocols activated,” Selene muttered, jaw tight. “They’re locking this place down.”Pamela co
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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
