The Weight of the Vessel
last update2025-12-27 09:18:27
Won walked over to a large, sun-bleached stone and sat down, letting out a long, heavy sigh. They were back in the desert now again. He and Mikasa had just finished recounting everything to their squad. Beside him, Mikasa stood silently, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the desert.

Jasper and Niall’s cohort weren't part of this conversation. Won’s team had made sure to pull away. Even though Noah had confirmed that the new guys intended to follow them, trust wasn't something you handed out fo
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Messenger in the Dark

    Some days flew by, the passage of time marked only by the shifting of the moon and the steady rhythm of combat. Each member of the cohort threw themselves into training, pushing their bodies to the absolute limit. Following Won’s advice, they abandoned the safer streets of the Sacred City and traveled to the Dark City ruins to hone their edges.They still didn't have a solid plan to attack Gnasher. Ramiro had set a brutal benchmark: until they could collectively kill two hundred SS-rank monsters in a single week, he wouldn't even consider them ready. They all knew the truth, though. Even if they reached that goal, the chance of killing Gnasher was barely one percent. The other ninety-nine percent was just a long, painful way to die.At one midnight, the Sacred City was silent.A girl was walking through a very narrow alley, her footsteps light against the damp stone. Even though the main part of the city was asleep, the dregs of the population were still awake. Drunkards leaned agains

  • Missing Gap

    Won and Leo lay flat on their backs in the middle of the Dark City’s desert. The sand beneath them was coarse and cold, retaining none of the day’s heat. The silence was absolute now, the violence of the foxin hunt replaced by the rhythmic sound of two pairs of lungs fighting for air.“You came here often?” Won asked, his voice barely rising above a whisper.“Not just me. Orson as well,” Leo said, finally pushing himself up into a sitting position. “I lost count of how many times we crossed into this sector just to look for you.”Won didn’t say anything. He kept his eyes fixed on the moon, feeling the weight of Leo’s words. “Won?” Leo asked after a long pause. “What did you actually do in these past five months?”Won closed his eyes, the images of blood-soaked alleys and bloody nights flashing behind his eyelids. He didn't answer. Instead, he forced a different question into the air—one that had been rotting in his mind since he first saw the monster in his visions.“It’s killing me t

  • Sharpened Edges

    Won sat at the highest point of the clock tower, his legs dangling over the edge of the weathered stone. The moon tonight was a monster of its own—a giant, luminous sphere that bathed the Sacred City in a cold, clinical glow. It was far brighter than the moon of Earth, turning the ruins into a landscape of stark whites and deep, bottomless blacks.He pulled the parchments from his cloak and spread them across his lap. He frowned as his eyes moved across the lines. The language was a mess of jagged symbols and ancient script that he couldn't even begin to translate. But the drawings... the drawings spoke for themselves.Won squinted, his stomach turning. One page depicted a circle of hooded figures, their faces obscured by shadow, feasting on slabs of raw human flesh. Another showed a row of severed heads placed meticulously before a roaring bonfire, their mouths frozen in silent screams as if they were reciting some unholy prayer.It was dark magic. Vile, ancient, and undeniably powe

  • Logic of Unplanned

    The group had gathered on a deserted pavement, tucked away behind a row of collapsed store-fronts far from the main apartment complex. Here, the shadows were long, and the prying eyes of the city guards were fewer.“Just before you guys say anything, this mission is not going to be as easy as the last one we did,” Orson stated, his voice low and gravelly. He was leaning against a rusted lamp post that hadn't shone light in a century. “Gnasher is much stronger and more feared than the Serpent Deity. We aren't just fighting a monster; we’re fighting a ruler.”Julie fidgeted in her place, her fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve. She looked around at the tired faces of her friends and gave a small nod. “With all the information we’ve collected over these months, I do have a proposal to make.”“What is it?” Leo asked, standing right beside her.Everyone’s eyes turned to Julie, while only Noah remained distant. He stood at the edge of the group, staring into the dark, his expression isol

  • Shadows of the Throne

    For the rest of the day, Won was a ghost in his own skin. He couldn't think of anything else—the image of Blossom and Arnold, breathing but already gone, looped in his mind like a broken film. The thought of never meeting them again, never hearing Blossom’s sharp wit or seeing Arnold’s quiet strength, made his mood turn awfully grim.Leo and Orson stayed clear of him. They could see the dark cloud hanging over his head, but they couldn't figure out the cause. Won didn't reply to their questions. He just stared through them. Every time Orson mentioned his sister’s recovery, Won felt a sick twist in his stomach. He couldn't imagine how he would react when he finally found out that his hope was a lie.Won gritted his teeth as he settled onto the small bed near the window. The view outside was deceptively peaceful—rolling hills and a wide, dark river. In the far distance, he could see the massive, hulking shapes of lower-ranked monsters wandering the ruins. They looked like moving mountai

  • Threshold of Dust

    Won’s voice dropped into something slower, something dangerous. It was almost a whisper, vibrating with a denial that felt like ice.“You are mad, Noah,” he muttered, his eyes darting toward the two beds. “They are literally breathing in front of you. I can see their chests moving. I can hear the air.”Noah’s palm turned into a white-knuckled fist on his knees, his fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers. He was holding back a flood of emotion, his jaw tight enough to crack.“What you are seeing now is what Gnasher is making you see,” Noah said, his voice flat and hollow. “It is dark magic, Won. A cruel trick of the soul. Their death is completely inevitable. They are breathing now, yes—but only because they are anchored to this nightmare. Once they leave this Veyne, once they step through that gate... they die.”“Then why are you hiding this from everyone?” Won’s voice cracked, his eyes burning with a sudden, sharp rage. He stepped closer to Noah, his shadow looming large in

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App