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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
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Eight
The world was fracturing.Reality splintered around Kael like shards of broken glass, each fragment slicing through the fragile remnants of his mind. He was falling—no, breaking, unraveling from the inside out.His head slammed back against the cold metal slab, his spine arching against the restraints as the machine drilled deeper into his consciousness. The relentless pulse of electricity tunneled into his skull, sending violent tremors through his body. His muscles convulsed, nerves alight with agony, but this wasn’t just pain.It was erasure.The wires snaked around him, embedding themselves into his skin, fusing with his very essence. The currents that surged through him weren’t merely destroying—they were rewriting.Who was he?He gasped, but the sound barely left his lips before another jolt forced his vision to blur, his thoughts to twist into something unfamiliar.Something stolen.The Director loomed above him, his pristine white coat a stark contrast against the darkness of
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Nine
The first tank shattered. The fluid inside splashed onto the floor, pooling in a slick, viscous mess around the twisted figure inside. The body slumped forward, limp, unmoving. For a split second, the room stood still. Then it stirred. Pamela’s breath hitched. The thing twitched, its body spasming unnaturally as if it was fighting against itself. Then it stood. Its limbs jerked sharply, bones popping back into place. Its skin was deathly pale, almost translucent under the flickering overhead lights. Veins pulsed black. Its eyes—completely void of life. Marcus barely had time to react before it moved. Fast. Too fast. One second, it was standing there, still as death. The next—it was lunging. “Shit!” Marcus barely dodged as it swiped at his throat. He twisted, but the creature was already coming at him again. Pamela fired. The bullet punched through its chest. The force sent it staggering back—but then it straightened, almost mechanically. Its head tilted in an eerie, unnat
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Hundred
Pain was nothing new.Kael had been carved from it, molded by it, broken and reforged a thousand times until it was no longer something he felt—just something he was. Pain had seeped into his bones, burned into his skin, written itself into the very fabric of his existence.But this—this was different.This was not just pain.This was destruction.His mind was being unraveled, stripped down to its most fragile, vulnerable core. Memories were being ripped apart and stitched back together in grotesque ways, reshaped into something foreign and unfamiliar. Faces he should have known were blurred, details twisted, moments that had once belonged to him now warped into something monstrous.Who was he?The boy who had escaped?Or the one who had been left behind?Each time he grasped at a truth, it slipped through his fingers like sand.Flashes of a past he didn’t recognize burned behind his eyelids, searing his mind like branding irons.A white room.A chair with straps.The sharp scent of a
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
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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
