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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter sixteen
Morning sunlight streamed through the high glass buildings of Cresmont, illuminating the imposing headquarters of Northland Enterprises. Once an unstoppable force in the business world, the company now teetered on the brink of collapse—a decaying empire barely held together by its young and unyielding president, Pamela Northland. And today, Kael had come to collect a debt. He adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt as he approached the grand entrance, his steps unhurried. The moment he reached the door, two uniformed security guards stepped into his path. One of them smirked. “Lost, are we?” His gaze dripped with condescension as he eyed Kael’s attire—clean, but utterly unremarkable. No designer labels, no tailored suit. Nothing to indicate wealth or status. His partner scoffed. “This isn’t a place for beggars. Try the back alley if you’re looking for food scraps.” Kael tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. He could have ended this a dozen different ways. But instead,
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter seventeen
“They’re here to collect the debt.” A heavy silence settled over the room. Pamela let out a soft, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in it—only raw tension twisting around her chest like a vice. Of course. Deep Space wasn’t just here for money. They were here to humiliate her. To make a spectacle of her downfall. Cathy hesitated. “Should I… should I call security?” His voice was uncertain, his fingers twitching at his sides. Pamela exhaled slowly, forcing composure even though her heart pounded in her ribs like a war drum. “No.” Because she already knew how this worked. Security wouldn’t stop them. They’d be the ones holding the doors open, And just as that thought burned through her mind—A crash echoed from the hallway. The office doors slammed open. A group of suited men strode in with the confidence of conquerors—because, in their minds, they already owned the place. Leading them was Micheal. The regional manager of Deep Space Group. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed
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The order had barely left Micheal’s lips when chaos erupted. His men moved fast. Guns raised. Fingers tightening on triggers. But Kael moved faster. Pamela barely had time to react before she threw herself to the floor, her heartbeat thundering as she braced for the storm. The first attacker lunged and Kael barely shifted. His hand shot out—one sharp twist— CRACK! The thug’s wrist snapped at an unnatural angle, his gun clattering uselessly to the ground as he screamed. The second man had no time to react. Kael’s fingers closed around his throat. He lifted him clean off the ground—and then slammed him into the desk with such force that the wood split like paper. Pamela flinched. What the hell? Her brows knit together as she stared from the floor. The third thug managed to aim his gun, Too late. Kael’s foot shot out. A single, effortless kick. The gun flew into the air. In the same motion, Kael spun—an elbow drove into the man’s ribs. The air left his lungs in a wheezing ga
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Nineteen
The elevator ride was suffocating, filled with the heavy stench of blood and defeat. Micheal leaned against the mirrored wall, each breath sending waves of pain through his ribs. His suit, once crisp and pristine, was now a torn mess, smeared with dirt and his own blood. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and his hands trembled slightly as he wiped at the dried blood on his face.He had never suffered a loss like this before. Never been humiliated so completely. His men had been torn apart in seconds, crushed by a single man who fought with an ease that defied reason. Kael. That name alone made his insides twist with anger and fear.A soft chime echoed in the elevator as the doors slid open, revealing the long, dimly lit hallway ahead. The air was unnervingly cold, the marble floor polished to perfection, reflecting the overhead lights like glass. Every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he forced himself forward. Two men in black suits flanked him on ei
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty
Pamela jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest. Something was wrong.Her phone vibrated relentlessly on the nightstand, the glow from the screen illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. Still groggy, she reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly as she swiped through the flood of notifications.Then she saw the headlines.“Northland Enterprises in Crisis: Stocks Plummet Overnight!”“Multiple Trade Routes Blocked—Northland’s Shipments Seized!”“Northland Systems Hacked—Millions Lost in Cyberattack!”Her stomach twisted and her eyes went wide immediately as her whole body tensed up.With every article she opened, the disaster unfolded in brutal detail. Investors were pulling out, the company’s logistics had been sabotaged, and their cybersecurity team had been completely overwhelmed.A call from her CFO popped up on the screen. Then another from the board.She barely heard them. Her ears were ringing.Everything she had spent years rebuilding was crumbling—all in a single night.H
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty One
The warehouse was still ringing from the sniper’s bullet.Marcus pressed his back against a stack of crates, breathing heavily. The shattered window above let in the cool night air, but the tension in the room made it feel suffocating.Kael, on the other hand, remained unshaken.He crouched low, eyes sharp as he scanned the direction of the shot. The broken shards of glass on the floor reflected the faint glow of city lights, but the real danger was still out there.Marcus swore under his breath. “That was so close.”Kael didn’t respond immediately. His gaze glinted upward, locking onto the distant rooftop where the glint of a rifle scope had been seconds ago. He could still feel the lingering presence of the sniper.They weren’t running. They were watching.“We’re being tested,” Kael murmured, his voice eerily calm.Marcus wiped sweat off his forehead. “Yeah? Well, I don’t like being someone’s damn practice target.”Kael tilted his head slightly, calculating. The sniper had already f
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Two
The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from the city below. Dream Hill stood tall above Cresmont, its winding roads lined with mansions that belonged to the wealthiest, the untouchable. And at the very peak of it all—Kael’s villa.Selene stood outside the iron gates, her patience wearing thin.She pressed the intercom button again, her finger jabbing into the metal. “I know you’re in there, Kael.”There was Silence.The security cameras above tilted slightly, their lenses focusing on her. He was watching. Of course, he was.Selene exhaled sharply. “You’re not getting rid of me this time,” she muttered.She crossed her arms, determination hardening in her chest.For weeks, she had been chasing shadows, following leads that led to dead ends and erased records. But no matter how much she dug, Kael’s name kept surfacing in places it shouldn’t.A lowly quarry worker had no business owning a villa in the most expensive district in the city.A nobody didn’t just appear in
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Three
Pamela stood in the middle of the lit warehouse, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.The silence around her felt wrong. There were no bodyguards. No security. Just a long, empty space leading to a single chair placed in the center of the room.And in that chair, waiting for her, was Mr. Black.He sat with a calm stillness, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. No unnecessary movement, no wasted expression—just piercing, unreadable eyes locked onto her.Pamela had been expecting something worse. Someone larger, louder, more brutal.But this was worse.Because Mr. Black didn’t need to intimidate her.He already owned the room.Pamela lifted her chin, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “You asked for me. I’m here.” She tried her best not to sound terrified.Mr. Black smiled. Not warm. Not cold. Just… nothing.“I admire efficiency,” he said smoothly. “Which is why I’ll get to the point.”He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the armrests.“Leave Kael,” he said. “Cut ties
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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
Chapter 170
The stars stretched like threads of gold, warping with each pulse of the dying ship’s core.Kael stood at the viewport, his reflection darkened by the swirling void outside. His face was calm. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of calm that came from peace. It was the kind that came from acceptance—that something terrible was waiting on the other side.Behind him, the ship groaned. The fabric of reality buzzed as the vessel passed into another layer of fractured time.Pamela was the first to break the silence.“Kael,” she said, her voice soft, tired, “where are we going?”Kael didn’t answer right away.He stared at the glowing coordinates hovering in the center of the screen. The numbers didn’t make sense. They weren’t directions. They were equations. The language of endings.“The origin,” he said finally. “The first place time broke.”Marcus limped into the room behind her, leaning against the wall, breath shallow. He looked… different.Since their encounter at the archive, something insid
Chapter 169
The ground beneath the sanctuary still trembled.Cracks split through the crystalline floor of the temple. The dying star above them flared again, dimmer this time. Its pulse had changed—no longer steady. Now… irregular. Panicked.Kael stood at the edge of the sanctuary balcony, staring at the thing taking shape in the sky.It wasn’t a ship.It wasn’t alive.It was a knot in time itself—a shadow formed from a thousand dead timelines, stitched together by memory, regret, and vengeance.He couldn’t look at it too long. Every time he tried, he saw things that didn’t exist. Selene’s voice. Elias’s death. His own hands soaked in blood he hadn’t spilled yet.Marcus sat on the floor behind him, head bowed, chest rising shallowly. Pamela crouched beside him, checking his pulse, whispering reassurances she didn’t fully believe.“You okay?” she asked gently.“No,” Marcus muttered. “But you already knew that.”Kael turned, just as another ripple shook the foundation.And then… the air shifted.C
Chapter 168
The ship jolted forward as it pierced through the edge of known physics.Space didn’t fold around them. It cracked—like glass, shattering against the hull. The alien vessel whined with effort, its strange core pulsing in response to the coordinates Selene had left behind.Pamela sat strapped into the command seat, her eyes locked on the main screen. Around her, the stars stretched unnaturally—colors shifting into hues the human eye wasn’t made to process. She felt her heartbeat in her teeth.“Where are we going?” Marcus asked from behind her, still bandaged, still limping.Kael’s voice came from the shadows. Calm. Cold. “To a star that never died.”The ship shuddered as the coordinates resolved—and suddenly, there was silence. Utter, impossible silence. Before them, suspended in the void like a beating heart, was a dying star cloaked in swirling clouds of radiation. It pulsed slowly. Like it was alive.Elias stepped beside Kael, gaze narrowed. “This… isn’t mapped. It’s outside the cha
