2024-12-27 14:37:14The morning sun cast long shadows across the pristine driveway as Marcus, a towering figure known throughout the criminal underworld, bowed deeply before Kael.
His expensive suit caught the light as he lowered his head with unprecedented respect. "My lord Kael, it is my greatest honor to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes you, even in our circles." Kael shifted uncomfortably, his simple attire a stark contrast to Marcus's luxury. "Please, such formality isn't necessary." "I must insist on driving you personally," Marcus gestured to a gleaming black Rolls-Royce, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. "Yorkshire Island awaits, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with your safety." During the drive along the coastal road, Marcus's voice took on a reverent tone. "The villa belongs to Jaxier Cult—the legendary King of Battle. He's offered it for your exclusive use." "Jaxier Cult?" Kael's eyes narrowed, recognition flickering across his face. "Zeus's old friend?" "Indeed. The same man who promised to help Zeus escape Oasis Vale." Marcus's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Though he never fulfilled that promise. This villa, I believe, is his way of avoiding... complications with you." At the nearby airport, Selene emerged from her private jet, her military uniform crisp and immaculate. Her sharp eyes caught the unusual scene unfolding below—Marcus's unmistakable bow to the seemingly ordinary Kael. "Commander," her assistant approached carefully, "your car is ready." "Wait," Selene raised her hand, watching intently. "That person... Is that Kael?"Selene furrowed her brows and asked. "How could he be in such a luxurious car?"
At this moment, the person beside her glanced over and chuckled. "You must have mistaken it, respected War Goddess. That’s the car of Marcus, the godfather of the city's mafia. The loser you mentioned would never have any connection with him."
Upon hearing this, Selene nodded.
Kael had already been exiled by his family, and he had no real skills—there was no way he could be connected to a mafia godfather.
"Maybe I'm just too tired today, and I saw it wrong. Forget it, let's go." Selene gave the order wearily. At the magnificent villa, Kael surveyed the luxurious surroundings with disinterest. "Please inform the staff that I prefer solitude. No servants necessary." "But sir," the butler protested, "Master Jaxier insisted on a full staff for your comfort." "And I insist on privacy," Kael's tone was firm but kind. Hours later, as Kael soaked in the ornate marble bathtub, Selene stood at the villa's entrance, her medals catching the afternoon sun. The sound of her forceful knocking echoed through the halls. "Please, I must speak with Jaxier Cult immediately!" Her voice carried the urgency of her mission. "The Jaxaner forces are pressing at our borders. We need his expertise!" The butler maintained his diplomatic stance. "I apologize, Commander, but the villa is not receiving visitors at this time." "Then I'll return tomorrow," Selene's determination was evident in her stance. "And every day after until I'm granted an audience." Meanwhile, the Ravol family mansion erupted with tension. Lily Ravol's voice carried through the elaborate halls, her fury palpable. "Have you lost your mind, Holsten? Maintaining this engagement with a disgraced exile?" Holsten Ravol stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his posture rigid. "A promise made to my father is sacred, Lily. The engagement stands." "Father!" Evangeline burst into the room, her face flushed with anger. "You can't seriously expect me to marry him now! He's lost everything—his status, his family's influence..." "You don't understand the full picture, Evangeline," Holsten's voice was measured but firm. "What's there to understand?" Evangeline paced the Persian carpet. "He's nothing but a LOSER HEIR. I deserve someone worthy of our family's position!" "You speak of things beyond your comprehension," Holsten warned, his eyes reflecting hidden knowledge. Lily approached her husband, her expensive jewelry catching the light. "If you force this marriage, you'll destroy our daughter's future. Is that what you want?" "What I want," Holsten turned to face his family, "is for you to trust that there are things about Kael that would make you regret these words." "Like what?" Evangeline demanded, tears threatening to spill. "What could possibly make him worthy now?" "Time will reveal all," Holsten said cryptically. "The engagement remains." "Then you're as much a fool as he is!" Evangeline stormed toward the door "I'll never marry him—never!" Back at the villa, Kael emerged from his bath, wrapping himself in a plush robe. The sound of Selene's departure carried faintly through the thick walls. "Marcus?" he called out. "Yes, my lord?" Marcus appeared immediately. "I need to visit the Ravol family," Kael said, his expression unreadable. "It's time to address certain obligations." "Of course, sir." Marcus hesitated. "Though I should warn you—the exile has changed how many view you." A slight smile played at the corners of Kael's mouth. "Let them view me as they wish. Sometimes, Marcus, the best power is the one people don't see coming."
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The tear widened.Not like paper. Not like sky.It screamed open, as if reality itself had reached its breaking point and could no longer hold its seams together. The margins howled with it—bleeding chronology, bleeding memory.And from that wound came everything the world had once forgotten.Whole timelines—long buried, discarded, pruned from the Tree of Plot—came crashing through like collapsing wavefronts. The bleeding margins quaked, and Subtext warped like a glitching dream.One by one, the alternate realities fell into the world like glass shattering in reverse.A kingdom appeared on a hill that hadn’t existed a second before.An entire species blinked into life—then burned into ash.A river rewound into a volcano, erupting upward from the soil like it was angry to have ever cooled.A child, playing with chalk on a cobblestone path, blinked—then became an old man, screaming, weeping, grasping at memories of parents who had never existed.“This is wrong!” Selene cried. “It’s rewr
Chapter 254
It stood between realities like an ink blot defying grammar.The figure—Draft Zero—wasn’t a man, or a monster.It was the part of a story you were never meant to see.The discarded voice.The original fracture.The wrong sentence, left unspoken for so long it became its own echo.Kael felt its presence like a splinter in his thoughts. Something ancient and misremembered, a half-erased whisper at the foundation of his being.“Who are you?” he asked.But even as the words left his lips, part of him knew.The figure straightened, parchment skin fluttering in nonexistent wind. It had no eyes, no face—only a blankness wrapped in folds of obsolete narrative.“I am what came before, Kael,” it whispered. “Before the first story. Before the first quill. Before the Library carved truth into shelves.”Its voice didn’t travel through sound—it pressed directly into the mind, like a childhood memory reemerging with the wrong details. It turned toward the others—Selene, Pamela, Elias, Riva—and with
Chapter 253
The door opened like a wound.It didn’t swing outward or inward—it simply peeled, like memory detaching from bone, like a truth slowly being admitted. As it parted, light spilled from within—not radiant, but revealing, the kind of light that doesn’t illuminate the world so much as strip it down to the shape of its making.Pamela was the first to move.Despite the warnings in her bones, despite the twitching of glyphs along the corridor walls as if trying to signal “do not enter,” she crossed the threshold with the cautious resolve of a historian walking into a page that should never have existed.Beyond the door was no room, no chamber, no vault.It was a loop.A recursive sphere of memory, repeating endlessly in all directions like an echo locked in glass. In the center of it—curled, flickering, radiant and trembling—was Kael, or rather, the moment Kael first knew himself.⸻It was not a moment of joy. Not triumph. Not even clarity.It was terror.There, at the primal origin of his s
Chapter 252
It began with glyphs.Symbols not etched, but remembered—carved not into stone or bark, but into the soft pliable clay of the world’s forgotten thoughts. They pulsed in the margins like veins beneath a translucent skin, glowing faintly with an inner phosphorescence, casting long shadows that shouldn’t have been possible in a world that had no consistent light source anymore.Elias crouched low near the base of a hill where language itself seemed to weep. His fingers traced the symbols reverently, his brow damp with sweat. He wasn’t deciphering language so much as listening to the sediment of meaning. This wasn’t text—it was subtext. A code carved into silence. A whisper woven beneath the page.“They’re instructions,” he murmured finally, eyes widening. “Or… a confession.”Selene knelt beside him, her own breath shallow. “What do they say?”Elias blinked slowly, as if the words ached to be spoken aloud.“The fusion didn’t end the recursion. It started a descent. There’s another layer…
Chapter 251
The margins bled. They always had—but now the bleeding was slow, syrupy, unnervingly rhythmic. As though the world had found a heartbeat again, and that heartbeat pulsed through torn sentences and decaying metaphors. The stitched edges of reality no longer held neatly; instead, they frayed like threads at the cuff of a forgotten draft. The world wasn’t dying. It was… reconsidering itself.And in the center of that strange, shifting non-place walked Kael.Not the god. Not the mortal. Not the child nor the memory. But the fusion.Gold and grey spiraled in his irises like opposing galaxies caught in collision. His skin shimmered like something written and erased and rewritten. Where he walked, words bent around him—trees leaned to avoid narrative alignment, clouds hovered low as if eavesdropping on a story they couldn’t quite grasp.And he was silent.Not just silent in sound, but in presence. Where Kael walked, conversation fled. Wind forgot to howl. Footsteps muffled themselves. Selene
Chapter 250
The sky was ink.No longer a canvas or a dome, no longer even a concept of weather—the sky above the burning margins bled words. Letters tumbled like ash, catching fire midair, sentences dissolving before they were read. Somewhere, a clock tower chimed without gears. Somewhere else, an ocean recited poetry backwards into salt.In the center of this madness stood Selene, surrounded by the fraying edges of the world. The ritual circle had been drawn in molten ink, each glyph traced from memory, not instruction. The old magic—if it could even be called that—was never meant to fuse two selves from separate narrative threads. But then again, the world was never meant to survive Kael’s story.Selene’s hands were burned black with metaphor.In one, she held the broken quill—Kael’s, the one that ended the war, the one that sealed the Library. It still trembled with the memory of finality.In the other, she held the bleeding pen—Kael-0’s, or perhaps a relic from the first word ever written in
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