2024-12-27 14:35:45In the quarry of East Valley, a group of fierce, muscular men were working hard. If there were any crime experts present, they would be utterly shocked.
Everyone here was one of the most notorious criminals in the world, yet now they were all quietly working, not daring to utter a single complaint.
On the hillside, a man who didn’t appear particularly strong sat calmly, hiding in the shade of a tree. Under his watchful gaze, not a single person dared to slack off.
“Boss, I’ve cleaned the restroom... I really understand my mistake now...”
A man in a janitor’s uniform looked at Kael with a flattering expression, his tone respectful to the extreme.
Who could have imagined that, just a year ago, he was the mafia boss of the King District in Eastwind City, commanding over a thousand men?
But to escape the relentless pursuit of his enemies, he had no choice but to come to the quarry and become one of its workers.
Through the most confidential channels, he learned that no one dared to stir trouble in the East Valley Quarry. The reason? There was someone here they simply couldn’t afford to offend—Kael Constantine.
At first, he didn’t believe it, but after spending five months here in relative peace, he had no choice but to admit that the East Valley Quarry was indeed a forbidden zone.
Except—he was being treated as Kael’s servant.
“I understand. Next time, don’t add any sugar to my tea. If you make another mistake, you’ll be in charge of cleaning the restroom for a month,” Kael said indifferently.
“Thank you, Boss!” The mafia boss replied, bowing deeply.
Compared to being hacked to death on the streets by his enemies, being a servant didn’t seem like such a bad fate after all.
“Mr. Kael, sir!” The scrawny worker stumbled into the dusty office, clutching his cap like a lifeline.
Kael sighed. "Now what?"“Sir, It’s the Reaper and the Butcher. They’re fighting again. The workers are scared to intervene.”
Kael stood, stretching lazily. “Scared? Of those two clowns? Fine. Let’s go.” In the quarry yard, two hulking figures circled each other, their shirts torn and fists raised. “You think you’re the toughest here, Butcher?” the Reaper growled. “I’ll carve you up like a Sunday roast!” The Butcher sneered. “Big words for a guy who cries every time he stubs his toe. Bring it on, twig arms!” The workers formed a loose circle, whispering nervously. Kael approached, hands in his pockets, his presence silencing the crowd. “Reaper. Butcher.” Kael’s voice was calm but carried an edge that made both men freeze mid-swing. “Do you two enjoy wasting my time?” Both men stammered incoherent excuses. Kael held up a hand. “Save it. You’ve got two choices. One, hang yourselves under the sun for three days and reflect on how dumb you are.” The Butcher blinked. “Three days, boss? That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Kael’s gaze turned icy. “Option two: fight me instead.” The Reaper and the Butcher exchanged wide-eyed glances. The Reaper chuckled nervously. “You know, boss, hanging doesn’t sound so bad. Good for the posture, right?” The Butcher nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, and the weather’s great this time of year. Sunbathing it is!” Kael crossed his arms. “Good. Now smile while you climb the scaffold. If I hear a single complaint, we’ll revisit option two.” Both men grinned like children caught stealing cookies. “Thank you, boss! We promise no more fights!” As the pair scampered off, the scrawny worker sidled up to Kael, his voice barely above a whisper. “Uh, sir… there’s someone else here to see you.” Kael pinched the bridge of his nose. “If it’s another fight, I’m throwing everyone in the quarry into a pit and filling it with water.” “No, sir. It’s a woman. With two scary-looking bodyguards.” Kael’s eyebrow twitched. “A woman?” “Yes, sir. She says her name is Selene.” Kael’s expression didn’t change, but his voice dropped. “Bring her in. And don’t let anyone else interrupt.” Selene entered the office like she owned the place, her military uniform immaculate. Her two bodyguards followed, their eyes scanning every corner like hawks. Kael didn’t rise from his chair, his tone bored. “What brings the nation’s greatest war hero to my humble quarry?” Selene smirked. “I see exile hasn’t dampened your charm, Kael. Or your… questionable choice of decor.” Kael gestured at the mismatched furniture. “I like to keep things simple. Unlike you, I don’t need a parade wherever I go.” Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not here for banter. I’ve come to annul our engagement.” Kael raised an eyebrow. “Engagement? Oh, right. That thing our parents cooked up when we were kids. I’d almost forgotten.” Selene scoffed. “You’re not fooling anyone, Kael. I’m sure you’ve been clinging to the hope of marrying me, but let me be clear: I’d rather marry a cockroach.” Kael’s lips twitched. “Cockroaches are resilient. Smart choice.” Selene’s face flushed with annoyance. “This isn’t a joke! You’re a lowly quarry worker, while I’m a national hero. Our statuses couldn’t be further apart.” Kael leaned back, his expression unreadable. “If it makes you feel better, I accept. Consider our engagement annulled.” Selene blinked, taken aback. “That’s it? No protest? No begging me to reconsider?” Kael shrugged. “Why would I beg? I’d rather marry a cactus.” The bodyguards stifled snickers, earning a sharp glare from Selene. She straightened, her tone icy. “Enjoy your dirt pile, Kael. I have real work to do. But don’t think this is over. I’ll spare you this time.” Kael waved lazily. “Thanks for your mercy, oh mighty war hero. Don’t trip on the way out.”
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There is a room at the edge of all endings.Not grand, not glowing, not wrapped in prophecy or encased in myth. It is quieter than silence. Smaller than memory. It smells of paper warmed by sunlight, and dreams that never asked to be written down.It is yours.It is called the Reader’s Room.There is no door, yet you enter. Not with footsteps, but with presence. With the hush of one who realizes something profound is about to endbut has also just begun.The room is lined with echoes.Not of wordsbut of you.Moments glimmer faintly along the walls. You see the breath you held when Kael stood at the brink of forgetting. The tear that never reached your cheek when Riva whispered goodbye to her former name. The warmth that moved through your chest when Aurea sang to a book that had never been read. The soft, impossible awe when Soryel first wondered aloud, “What is a story?”And thereagainst the far wallyou see the time you flipped back a page. Not to check, but to feel again. That moment
Chapter 454
It opened not with words, but with warmth.The Book of Forever, ancient yet newly born, unfurled in silence deeper than language. No ink bled across the vellum. No titles, no chapters, no dialogue, no footnotes of the past. Instead, it breathed.Each page was a pulse, a faint thrum beneath the fingertips of those gathered. A heartbeat that did not echo from itselfbut from them. From the ones who had lived, wept, doubted, dreamed.Inside was not contentbut connection.Soryel, eyes wide, hand still resting on the warm skin of the book, felt not storiesbut sensations. A sigh under a blanket at midnight. A page turned with trembling fingers. A smile between tears as hope flickered back. A gasp when a truth struck too deep.The book was not remembering what it was. It was remembering who had held it.And so it remembered you.It remembered the nights you promised just one more chapter, and kept your promise only with sunrise.It remembered the moments you closed its cover not because the s
Chapter 453
He walked not upon ground, but between definitions.Kael found himself in a realm where the world did not end, because it had not yet agreed to begin. It was a place not of story, but of the possibility of storya pale world inked only with the margins of unwritten thoughts, each footstep brushing against the hush before language. No sky greeted him. No soil embraced him. Above, below, aroundonly pale parchment that curved inward forever, a vast cathedral of potential. The air smelt faintly of unvoiced questions, and every echo carried the hush of a reader holding their breath, not to listenbut to allow.Margins, endless and recursive, ruled here. Margins where footnotes once dreamed of being chapters. Margins where the discarded became threshold. Margins where a comma’s curl might house an entire forgotten world.And in that world of spectral syntax, Kael wandered.He did not walk with certainty, for such a thing had long abandoned him. He walked with breath. And each breath became in
Chapter 452
The skies did not darken in warning. There was no thunder to herald the fall. Only stillnessso absolute, so quietly woven through breath and branchthat even the whispers of possibility seemed to hold their tongues.And then, the rain began.It did not fall like water. It fell like memory re-shaped as light. Each droplet a prism of unchosen lives, each splash a ripple of futures almost dared. The air tasted of stories that had once knocked against the ribs of time but were turned away by fear, duty, silence. Dreams unborn. Songs that flickered at the edge of sleep and dissolved with waking. Hands never held. Truths never spoken. Lives unlived.And yet, in this garden grown not from narrative but from the marrow of belief, every droplet found root.Pamela appeared first. Not as a specter nor a memory, but as herselfno longer searching for who she had been, but arriving fully as who she had chosen not to become. She stepped beneath the silvered fall, carrying an umbrella spun from negati
Chapter 451
It began with stillnessnot the stillness of death, nor the hush of waiting, but a silence so alive it pulsed like breath held in wonder. The Book of Forever had closed itself with the tenderness of an old friend who knows when to let go. And in that sacred pausebetween the breath out and the next one ina world emerged.No ink had summoned it. No prophecy had etched its edges. No architect of realm nor map of intent had shaped it. It rose, simply, gently, because it had not been forbidden. Because someone, somewhereperhaps a Reader, perhaps a dreambelieved there might still be more.So the Unwritten Garden grew.Not out of earth. Not even from time. But from the cracks between words. From the gaps between moments. From the hollows of hearts that had once whispered, What if there’s more? Its sky was not painted with stars but with glimmers of stories that had never made it to page. Its wind carried no scent, and yet every inhalation brought the ache of childhood memories you were never
Chapter 450
It began, not with ink, but with a breath so soft it could have been a sighor the silence left behind after someone almost said I remember you. The Book of Forever rested open, its final page no longer blank, but expectant. Not filled, not writtenbut humming with the ache of what could now be said.Soryel stood before it, no longer a child, no longer the Future Reader, no longer the one who held questions like fragile lanterns in the night. They had spoken many namesKael, Selene, Riva, Pamela, Aureaand each had become a constellation of meaning. But now, Soryel closed their eyes and invented one. Not from memory. Not from ancestry. Not even from wonder. But from the future itself.A name never uttered before, shaped not by the past, but by the vast and unclaimed territory of what might yet be felt. The name rang out not in sound, but in permission.And the page… accepted it.Not with ink. Not with letters. But with light. A light not golden, not celestial, not radiantbut tender. It bl
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