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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Four
Pamela adjusted the cuffs of her blazer as she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The towering Northland headquarters loomed above her, its sleek glass reflecting the storm-heavy sky.Everything about this felt wrong and she knew it for sure.The emergency board meeting had been called too suddenly, and the urgency in Harold Kensington’s email was forced. It screamed of desperation, of something more than just business.And yet, she had no choice but to walk into it.She wasn’t about to let those cowards hand over Northland without a fight.She exhaled, straightening her posture.If this was a trap—She wasn’t going down quietly.Inside, the boardroom was already filled. Harold sat at the far end, his hands folded neatly over a thick folder. The other board members sat stiffly, their expressions betraying the unease simmering beneath the surface.Pamela strode inside, her voice sharp. “If this is another attempt to strong-arm me into surrendering
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Five
The train station was silent, save for the soft hum of flickering overhead lights. Kael stood still, his grip firm on his gun, though he hadn’t raised it yet.Because he knew this man.The figure stepped forward, the dim glow finally illuminating his face.Kael’s jaw tightened.Elias.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Kael had seen a lot of ghosts in his lifetime. But this one?This one was supposed to be buried.Elias tilted his head, watching Kael with an unsettling calm amusement.“Well,” Elias murmured, his voice smooth, familiar—too familiar. “I was wondering how long it would take before we had this little reunion.”Kael’s eyes darkened. “You’re dead.”Elias smirked. “I was.”Kael said nothing, but his mind was already moving.This wasn’t just about survival.This was about the past finally catching up to him.And Elias?Elias was proof that Kael had never actually escaped it even as he went on being the quarry ruler.Elias took another slow step forward, hands casually
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Six
Kael didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Didn’t show a flicker of hesitation.“No.”Elias arched a brow, looking neither surprised nor offended. If anything, he seemed… amused.“No?” he repeated, like he was giving Kael a chance to correct himself.Kael held his gaze, voice even. “You heard me.”A long silence stretched between them. The kind that felt like a countdown.Then Elias let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course you’d say that.” He exhaled, hands slipping into his pockets. “You always did like making things difficult.”Kael didn’t bother responding. He was already calculating the next move. Because Elias wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to test him.And Kael had just failed.Elias tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle that had too many missing pieces. “You don’t even know what you’re fighting, do you?”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I know enough.”“No,” Elias said simply. “You don’t.”Then, instead of pressing the issue, he stepped back.No threats. No violence.Jus
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty seven
Selene stormed into the penthouse house, rage simmering beneath her skin. She barely waited for the door to swing shut before she tossed a thick file onto the table in front of Kael.Kael didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at it.He sat in the worn leather chair, calmly cleaning his gun like he had all the time in the world. As if she wasn’t standing there, ready to rip the truth out of him.Selene’s chest heaved. “Say something.”Kael finally glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Good evening?”Selene saw red. “Don’t do that,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Don’t act like this is nothing.” She shoved the file closer, her movements rigid with anger. “I know what you are.”Kael leaned back in his chair, expression impossibly calm. “That’s funny.” He tilted his head slightly. “I don’t even know what I am.”Selene froze. Just for a second.What?Kael tapped his fingers against the table. “But if you’ve figured it out, by all means, enlighten me.”Selene’s nails dug into her palms. “You’re
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Eight
Kael stood in the obscurely lit warehouse, his eyes scanning the decrypted message on the tablet in front of him with a calm demeanor.The intel was clear. Precise and Final.Deep Space wasn’t waiting anymore.They had gathered every resource, every mercenary, every corrupt official willing to sell their soul. And now, they were preparing a full-scale assault to end this war. Deep space was growing bigger than expected.Kael set the tablet down, his expression was faint and unreadable.Marcus, his arm still bandaged from the last attack, leaned against the metal table. “They’re moving faster than we thought.” I heaved a deep sigh.Kael exhaled slowly. “They’re getting desperate.”Marcus gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, well, desperate men are the ones who get the most people killed.”Kael didn’t respond. He was already planning with his eyes darted at nothing.Because if Deep Space wanted a final war?They were going to get one.——-Pamela on the other hand stormed into the warehouse, her h
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Nine
Selene’s head throbbed as she stirred awake, her breath uneven. The air was cold, the kind of sterile chill that only came from places meant to keep people hidden and forgotten. She sat up slowly, ignoring the ache in her skull. The room was small—gray concrete walls, a single flickering light overhead, and a steel door with no handle from the inside. A cell. But she wasn’t restrained. Which meant whoever had taken her didn’t see her as a threat. Or worse—they wanted her to run. A chair scraped against the floor. Selene’s eyes snapped toward the figure across from her, sitting too comfortably, watching her with the kind of patience that made her skin crawl. He was older, mid-50s maybe, with sharp, predatory features. He wore a simple, unmarked suit—expensive, but nondescript. The kind of wealth that didn’t need to flaunt itself. And yet… Something about him felt off. Like he wasn’t supposed to exist. “Good,” he said, his voice calm. Even. Controlled. “You’re awake.”he sm
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty
Kael stood in the dim glow of the safe house’s war room, his expression was unreadable as he watched the data unfold across multiple screens.Deep Space’s financial empire had taken a direct hit. Their offshore accounts were frozen, their black-market supply chains severed, their revenue streams obliterated.By all logic, they should have been collapsing.But instead?They were adapting.Pamela stood beside him, arms crossed, exhaustion and fury warring in her sharp gaze. “They should be on their knees,” she muttered. “Why aren’t they?”Marcus, leaning against the table with a half-empty whiskey glass in his hand, let out a dry chuckle. “Because we underestimated them.”Pamela turned, glaring. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”Kael exhaled slowly, his mind already several steps ahead.“We assumed Deep Space was just a criminal organization.” He flicked his gaze to the screens. “But criminals don’t recover from financial annihilation this fast.”Pamela’s breath hitched. “What a
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty one
The First StrikeKael’s phone rang once.Then twice.By the third ring, he had already picked up.Marcus’s voice came through the line, sharp and urgent. “It’s happening.”Kael was already moving.He threw on his coat, gun strapped to his side, moving through the safe house with calm precision.“What’s the damage?”“Too early to say,” Marcus gritted out. “But Northland’s under full attack. These guys aren’t just sending a message anymore.”Kael’s grip tightened around his gun.Deep Space had waited long enough. Now, they were here to burn everything to the ground.Outside, the streets were already alive with sirens, chaos, smoke rising in the distance.Northland’s headquarters was under siege.And Kael?He was walking straight into the fire.A City in ChaosBy the time Kael and Marcus reached Northland Tower, the war had already begun.Gunfire rattled through the air. Armed men—Deep Space mercenaries—had stormed the perimeter, shooting their way inside.Smoke curled from the upper flo
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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
