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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 101
The Ground Trembled.Kael felt it through the soles of his feet, a low, bone-rattling vibration that spread upward, curling around his ribs like a vice. The facility shuddered with it, steel walls groaning under the strain of something vast—something awakening. The air itself seemed to shift, thickening, humming with unseen energy. A pulse. A presence.Something ancient. Something wrong.And yet—The Director didn’t move.He stood perfectly still, hands clasped behind his back, his tailored suit unruffled, his expression unreadable. Not a man caught in a disaster, not a scientist witnessing an accident—no. He was watching something unfold. Something planned.Kael’s breathing was ragged, every breath burning in his throat. His body still screamed from the torment of the machine, nerves raw, muscles trembling from the aftershocks of the electrical assault. Pain clawed at him, but he ignored it. Pain was familiar.Pain meant he was still alive.And rage—rage was what kept him moving.He
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 102
The facility wasn’t just falling apart—it was turning into a war zone. Alarms screamed from every direction, flashing red lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with smoke, chemicals, and the unmistakable stench of blood. Pamela stumbled back, gasping for air as something inhuman lunged at her. It wasn’t just fast—it was unnatural. She fired. Point blank. The bullet ripped through its skull, but the thing didn’t drop fast enough. It twitched, jerking like a malfunctioning machine, before finally crumbling to the floor. Another shadow moved. Then another. More were coming. Pamela’s chest heaved as she reloaded. Her arms were aching, muscles screaming from how many times she had pulled the trigger. But she couldn’t stop now. Marcus was beside her, his face pale, his breathing uneven. His hand pressed tightly against the wound in his side, blood seeping through his fingers. He was losing too much. “We can’t hold them off forever,” he gritted out. Pamela’
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 103
The Room Was a Storm of Chaos.Kael’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as he yanked against the restraints still half-clinging to his arms. His muscles screamed in protest, his body weakened and trembling from the torment of the machine, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care.He had to move. He had to stop this.The facility shook violently around him. Alarms blared in deafening, overlapping sirens, their urgent shrieks cutting through the thick, suffocating air. The overhead lights flickered erratically, casting jagged shadows across the room. The entire structure groaned beneath them, metal twisting and straining under the pressure of something immense.Something awakening.Kael forced his sluggish limbs to obey, pushing through the haze of pain clouding his mind. His vision blurred, his nerves still raw from the electrical assault that had nearly ripped him apart.But then—A hand slammed against his chest.Hard.A solid wall of strength stopping him dead in his tracks.Kael’s bre
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 104
Kael staggered back, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as he watched Elias’ body twist before his eyes.The transformation was violent. Horrific.Sickening cracks echoed through the facility as Elias’ bones stretched, elongated, mutated into something unnatural. His skin darkened, rippling and shifting, as if something inside him was trying to tear free.His breathing came out ragged. Inhuman.Kael felt his stomach lurch.No.No, no, no.This wasn’t supposed to happen.He had spent years fighting monsters like these. Creatures engineered to destroy, things born from the darkest corners of experimentation. But never—never—had he imagined he’d be watching his brother become one of them.“Elias.” His voice was barely a whisper over the alarms screaming through the facility.But Elias didn’t respond.His body convulsed. Spasmed.And then he lurched forward, his fingers clawing at the ground.His eyes—once familiar, once human—locked onto Kael.And there was nothing left in th
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 105
The Countdown Blazed Red on the Screen, Ticking Down at a Relentless Pace.Selene’s fingers flew over the keyboard, her pulse hammering in her ears. Every keystroke sent a fresh wave of panic through her body. She couldn’t afford to mess up—not now, not when time was slipping through their fingers like sand in a storm.5:42… 5:41… 5:40…Lines of code flashed in front of her, shifting, warping, rewriting themselves before she could get a hold of them. Fighting back.It was learning.Adapting.Every path she tried to break through sealed itself shut the moment she got close.Like a snake slithering through her hands.Mocking her.“This—this doesn’t make sense,” she muttered, her brows furrowing.“It doesn’t have to,” Marcus growled behind her. “Just break through.”A snarl—low, guttural, too close.Then—Gunfire.Selene barely flinched as Marcus planted a bullet into the skull of the monstrous creature lunging toward him.The thing collapsed, its body twitching in unnatural spasms as it
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 106
Kael’s body screamed in protest. Every muscle burned, every nerve was raw, but he didn’t stop moving.Didn’t stop fighting.He couldn’t.If he stopped now, if he hesitated for even a second, he knew it would be over.Elias lunged, his claws slicing through the air with an unnatural speed—Kael barely twisted away in time, the tips grazing his ribs as he pivoted, using the momentum to drive his elbow straight into Elias’ side.Crack.The sickening sound of breaking ribs echoed through the dimly lit facility.Elias staggered, but he didn’t fall.Didn’t even slow down.Kael’s stomach twisted.His brother—no, the thing wearing his brother’s face—should have collapsed from that blow. He should have gasped, hesitated, even if just for a moment. But instead, Elias only straightened, his mutated eyes flashing as his body adapted.Stronger. Faster. Inhuman.This wasn’t Elias anymore.Kael barely had time to register the thought before Elias struck again.A blur of motion.A fist colliding with
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 107
They Were Never Meant to LeaveThe ground trembled beneath them, a violent, shuddering quake that sent cracks spiderwebbing across the concrete floor. Overhead, fluorescent lights flickered wildly, casting erratic, twisting shadows against the ruined walls of the facility. Some of the bulbs shattered, their glass raining down like jagged tears, the smell of burning wires thick in the air.And above them—The sky tore open.It wasn’t natural.It wasn’t a storm.It was a wound, a gaping rift in the fabric of the world itself. Clouds churned in a vortex around the rupture, but inside—inside was something else. Not darkness. Not light. Something vast. Something that pulsed, shifting with colors that didn’t exist in any spectrum known to man.Selene’s breath hitched.Her hands trembled as her screen erupted in chaos, alarms blaring through her earpiece, lines of corrupted code cascading across her interface. The screen flickered wildly, systems failing one by one, as if reality itself had
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 108
The world had stopped breathing.Not metaphorically.Not in some poetic, distant way.No.It had stopped. Literally.The air around them felt wrong, thick and unmoving, as if something unseen had wrapped around it, crushing the very concept of movement. There was no wind. No rustling of leaves. No distant echoes of life.It was as if the planet itself had been caught in a suffocating grip.Kael felt it first. The unnatural pressure in the atmosphere. The tightness in his chest, like the air was resisting his lungs instead of filling them. His fingers twitched at his sides, muscles tightening instinctively, his entire body rejecting the stillness.Then, the others felt it.The silence was suffocating.But it was the sky that finally shattered the illusion that they were still standing on the same world they had known.The sky wasn’t just splitting.It was coming apart.Not like glass breaking. Not like a storm rolling in. No—this was something far worse.The clouds unraveled, twisting
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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
