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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Three
The recording played through the silence like a funeral bell, each word sinking deep into the marrow of their bones.“They were never supposed to remember.”Kael’s breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t just the words that froze him. It was the voice. A voice he knew but couldn’t place. A voice that sounded like it had been stripped from the very fabric of his past, torn away like the pieces of himself he had never been able to reclaim.Selene’s finger hovered over the pause button, but no one told her to stop.“If they remember—if they ever start putting the pieces together—this entire operation is compromised.”The voice wasn’t just familiar. It was authoritative, cold, methodical. Someone who had been in control. Someone who had dictated their fate without them even knowing.Kael’s jaw tightened as the recording continued.“You understand what needs to be done. If Unit 12 or Unit 13 begins to show signs of remembering, we cannot afford hesitation. They are the most dangerous assets
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Four
The War They Were Never Meant to Survive The silence that followed was heavier than any gunfire, thicker than any battlefield smoke. Kael didn’t blink. Couldn’t blink. His pulse pounded in his ears, but his body remained deathly still. There, on the screen, was the ghost that had shaped his entire existence. The man who had dictated his life from the shadows. The reason Kael had no past, no history, no self beyond what had been left behind in the ruins of erased memories. The third brother. The one they were never meant to find. And yet— He had found them. The man on the screen leaned back in his chair, his smile measured, his movements calculated. “Kael,” he repeated, voice smooth, familiar, laced with something almost mocking. “Elias. It’s been a long time.” No one spoke. No one dared to. Selene’s fingers were tight on her gun, knuckles white, her breath slow and controlled. Marcus’s usual sarcasm was gone, his expression unreadable. Pamela was watching the screen like
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Five
Kael’s grip tightened on his phone, the message burning into his vision like a brand.Come alone, Kael. Or they all die.Fourteen letters. Six words. One impossible choice.The room felt colder, smaller, like the walls were closing in. The video had already been bad enough—a long-lost brother revealing himself like some twisted god of fate—but this? This was a declaration. A war cry wrapped in a single demand.Kael’s pulse thundered in his ears, his breathing controlled but sharp. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to move, to act, to do something—but he couldn’t. Not yet. Because this wasn’t just another mission.This was the final battleground.And he was walking straight into it.PamelaPamela’s nails dug into her palms, her body locked in place.Her stomach churned, not with fear, but with something worse.Fury.Raw, undiluted, rage.After everything—after the war, the betrayals, the endless running—they were still being played? They were still being controlled?No.No, sh
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Six
Kael stared at the message on his phone, his grip tightening around the device as if he could crush the words out of existence. “Come alone, Kael. Or they all die.” The silence in the room was absolute. The weight of the message settled over them like a heavy storm, suffocating, inescapable. Kael’s pulse was steady, his face unreadable. But inside? Inside, he was calculating. Who sent the message? The third brother? Or someone else? Was this a trap? Of course it was. But what kind? An execution? A final test? A way to break him before the real fight even began? He didn’t know. And that was what bothered him the most. Kael had spent his entire life three steps ahead of his enemies. But now? Now, he was being led. And he hated that. His jaw clenched. Fine. He’d play the game. For now. The Resistance Kael moved. He grabbed his gear, checked his weapons, and started toward the door. Only for Selene to step in his way. “Not happening,” she said, arms crossed, eyes bur
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Seven
The Lab of ShadowsThe second the lights snapped on, Kael’s instincts screamed.He spun around, gun raised, scanning the darkness for a threat that didn’t appear.No alarms. No guards. No movement.Just silence.Yet something was wrong.The air was too thick, too charged with something unseen.The lab stood still, untouched—yet suffocatingly alive.The others moved behind him, their weapons ready, but the place remained eerily empty.Too empty.Kael’s eyes narrowed.This wasn’t an execution ground.This was a message.They were meant to come here.And now?They were meant to see something.The Laboratory of ShadowsSelene moved first.Her flashlight sliced through the dim hallway, illuminating shattered glass, overturned chairs, rusted medical equipment.Everything reeked of abandonment.Yet…The monitors along the walls still hummed faintly, their screens flickering with residual power.Marcus muttered, “Yeah, this place definitely shouldn’t have electricity.”Pamela walked past a ro
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Eight
The silence stretched too long.Kael stood rigid, every muscle in his body coiled, waiting.The air in the laboratory was thick with something heavy, something unnatural.The soldier in front of them… he wasn’t dead.He wasn’t aged.He wasn’t some relic of the past, barely surviving in the shadows.He was standing there like he had never left.Like the war never ended.Pamela exhaled sharply.“This isn’t possible,” she murmured, taking a small step back.Her hand trembled at her side. Not from fear—from anger.From the overwhelming wrongness of it all.The soldier smirked, his eyes flickering toward her.“Possible?” he echoed, his voice smooth, too smooth. “Pamela, Pamela, Pamela… You’re standing in a graveyard of impossible things.”Pamela’s fingers curled into fists.Selene raised her gun.“Talk,” she ordered. “Now.”The soldier tilted his head, amused.“Orders, huh?” he mused. “You’re new. Let me guess. You think you’re in control?”Selene’s jaw locked.She stepped forward, gun sti
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 79
The door at the far end of the lab slid open. Kael’s pulse pounded in his ears. Every instinct in his body screamed danger. But he didn’t move. Because the man walking toward him… Was a ghost. Not aged. Not weathered by time. Not changed in any way. He looked exactly the same as the last time Kael had seen him. Like the years between then and now hadn’t touched him at all. Like he had been frozen in time—waiting. Kael inhaled sharply. “…Impossible,” Pamela whispered. Selene didn’t blink. Marcus’s fingers twitched near his gun. Elias exhaled slowly. Then— He laughed. A dry, humorless chuckle. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Elias muttered, shaking his head. “You really never left, did you?” The third brother stopped a few feet away, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly. His eyes scanned them all—one by one. Assessing. Calculating. Like he was reading them. Like he was testing a theory in real-time. And then—he smiled. “Left?” he repeated, amused. “I was never g
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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
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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
