Home / Fantasy / The Thirteen Knight / Chapter 5- Zero Link
Chapter 5- Zero Link
Author: GrandDaddy
last update2025-11-30 00:07:33

"Zero mana compatibility."

The words hung in the air like smoke in a zero-gravity chamber. They didn't just say I was bad at magic. They didn't say I had a weak Link. They used the technical term. Zero.

My heart stopped beating for a second. I thought I was flying under the radar. I thought Professor Valerius just put a "fail" grade on my file and moved on. I didn't think it was flagged in the main medical database.

If they knew I was a true Null then they knew I didn't belong here. The Academy student visa requires at least a 5% compatibility rating just to ensure you don't die from ambient mana poisoning. I faked my entrance papers. I lied on the application.

And now they knew.

I looked past the doctor at the two Zodiac Corps soldiers. They weren't looking at me like I was a patient. They were looking at me like I was a threat. Or maybe just a disgusting bug that crawled in from the outside.

"I..." My voice cracked. I swallowed hard trying to get some moisture back into my throat. "I don't understand. I'm just a maintenance student. I'm not good with the practical stuff."

The doctor didn't blink. He just scrolled through something on his datapad.

"It is not about being 'good' Mr. Royce. It is about physiology. A normal human with a Link even a weak one would have been vaporized by the energy signature we detected in that loading bay. Their own mana veins would have reacted violently to the demonic presence."

He looked up from the pad his eyes cold and analytical.

"But you didn't. You have severe external burns yes. Cracked ribs. But your internal systems are untouched. You survived point blank exposure to a Rift Lord level event because you are completely empty."

He said "empty" like it was a disease.

I pressed my back against the pillows trying to put distance between me and them. They weren't arresting me for the suit yet. They were investigating a biological impossibility. Me.

"The explosion," the doctor repeated, stepping closer to the bed. "The security team found traces of an unknown metallic compound fused to the concrete around the blast zone. And they found you. Tell me what happened."

My mind was racing. I was still foggy from the painkillers but the adrenaline was burning through the haze. I couldn't tell them about the Gauntlet. If they knew I built an Apostate weapon they wouldn't just kick me out. They would send me to a black site lab and take me apart to see how it worked.

I had to lie. And it had to be a good one. It had to be close enough to the truth that the evidence supported it.

I squeezed my eyes shut acting like I was in pain. It wasn't hard. My ribs felt like they were wrapped in barbed wire.

"I was... I was in the workshop," I started, my voice trembling. "When the alarm went off. The whole building shook. I got scared. The protocol says to go to the nearest hardened shelter."

I opened my eyes and looked at the doctor trying to look like a terrified teenager instead of a guy who just beat a demon to death with his bare hands.

"I ran for the loading bay. It has reinforced walls. I thought I would be safe there."

The doctor nodded slowly urging me to continue. The soldiers behind him didn't move a muscle.

"I was hiding behind some crates near the supply doors," I lied. "And then... then the doors exploded inward. That thing came through. The Wasp."

I shuddered. That part wasn't acting. Remembering the Wasp tried to eat my face was still terrifying.

"It was hurt. It was bleeding that green stuff. I thought it was going to see me and kill me. But then... something else came through right behind it."

This was the crucial part. The pivot.

"What else?" one of the Zodiac soldiers asked. His voice was deep and synthesized coming through his helmet speaker. It made me jump. It was the first time one of them spoke.

"Another demon," I whispered. "I think. It was... it looked like a knight. But wrong. It was all black metal, jagged. It had glowing violet cracks all over it. It was huge."

I was describing myself in the armor. The best lies are mostly true right?

"They were fighting," I continued gaining confidence in the story. "The black knight thing tackled the Wasp. They were smashing into the walls. It was brutal. I just stayed down and tried not to breathe."

The doctor was frowning now tapping something into his pad. He seemed skeptical.

"Demons do not typically engage in infighting during a Rift breach," he muttered. "They are a hive mind structure."

"These two weren't," I said quickly. "The black one was... angry. It was screaming at the Wasp. Not in words just noise."

I took a shallow breath clutching my chest.

"The Wasp was losing. It tried to stab the knight but the armor was too thick. Then the knight grabbed it. It hugged the Wasp."

I looked the doctor right in the eye.

"And then the knight just exploded. It wasn't a bomb. It just let out all this energy at once. Violet light. It was so bright I couldn't see. The force of it blew me across the room into the pallets. That's the last thing I remember."

Silence filled the hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound. It was speeding up because I was terrified they wouldn't buy it.

The doctor looked at the soldiers then back at me.

"A second entity," the doctor mused. "An armored bipedal entity with a violet energy signature. That matches the residual readings in the bay."

He seemed to buy it. Or at least the physical evidence I left behind—the exploded armor—matched the story of a "black knight exploding."

"But that does not explain the metal shards," the doctor said. "We found pieces of a dense unknown alloy scattered everywhere. If this 'knight' exploded where is the body? Demons dissolve into ichor when terminated. They do not leave metal scrap."

I froze. I forgot about that. The armor didn't dissolve because it wasn't a real demon body. It was junk metal held together by energy. When the energy died it just turned back into junk.

"I don't know," I whispered looking away. "I told you I blacked out. Maybe it didn't die. Maybe it just blew its armor off and ran away. I don't know magic. I'm just a maintenance guy."

I played the "stupid Null" card. It was my only defense.

The doctor stared at me for a long uncomfortable minute. He looked like he wanted to drill into my skull to get the truth.

Finally he sighed and lowered his datapad.

"Very well Mr. Royce. Your statement will be forwarded to the Zodiac Corps intelligence division for analysis. If what you say is true we have a new type of demonic threat on our hands. A rogue element."

He turned to leave signaling the soldiers to follow him.

"Wait," I called out.

They stopped.

The pain meds were definitely gone now. The reality of my situation was crashing down on me harder than the Wasp did.

I survived the fight. I survived the explosion. I even survived the interrogation. I lied to a Zodiac Corps officer and got away with it.

But none of that mattered because of the first thing the doctor said.

Zero mana compatibility.

The secret was out. My illegal status was confirmed by a medical scan. There was no hiding it anymore. No more faking it in Valerius's class. No more pretending I belonged here.

I looked at the doctor feeling small and broken in the big hospital bed.

"You know I'm a Zero," I said quietly. "You put it on my file."

The doctor nodded slowly. "Yes. It is undeniable now."

My hands clutched the thin hospital blanket. I had nowhere else to go. This world hated me and the only thing keeping me safe was that student ID card.

"So," I asked my voice shaking. "Does this mean I'm getting kicked out of the Academy?"

Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 151- Roots

    Now, as Chase opened his eyes on the bridge of the Rusty Vulture, the atmosphere was heavy with the smell of damp earth and crushed mint. It was a thick, sweet fragrance that felt entirely too heavy for a city buried at the bottom of a sea of data.He sat up on his makeshift cot, his joints popping in a way that reminded him he was still more flesh than machine. Outside the viewport, the silver domes of the city were almost invisible beneath a sprawling canopy of emerald leaves. The vines had not just grown; they had claimed the architecture. They wrapped around the structural struts like muscular green pythons, their leaves pulsing with a soft amber light that mirrored the Phoenix core.Master, I have spent the last four hours trying to calibrate the air scrubbers, and I have come to the conclusion that biology is a very rude guest.Toby appeared at the top of the ladder, his goggles pushed so far up his forehead they were buried in his messy hair. He held a piece of copper piping t

  • Chapter 150- First Sprout

    The echoes of the gravity drives faded into a low hum that the city of Aethelgard seemed to absorb like a vast silver sponge. Chase stood in the center of the quartz plaza, his boots covered in the fine white dust of shattered logic and reclaimed history. He looked at the silver sphere in his hands. It felt heavier now, not because of its physical weight, but because of the thousands of eyes he felt watching from the shadows of the silver buildings. The citizens were no longer statues, but they were not quite fully awake either. They were people caught in the strange transition between a five century sleep and a reality where a miracle and a nightmare had collided at full speed. The amber light of the Phoenix core pulsed through the air, casting long and flickering shadows that danced against the Art Deco facades of the sleeping metropolis.Master the energy levels are behaving in ways that make my diagnostic slate want to burst into flames, Toby whispered as he approached. He was f

  • Chapter 149- Crowns

    The air inside the central plaza of Aethelgard was thick with the scent of waking life and ancient dust. Thousands of citizens stood in a daze, their silver robes shimmering under the new amber light of the Phoenix core. They were the ghosts of a golden age, blinking at a world that had moved on without them. But the silence of their awakening was shattered by the high pitched whine of gravity drives.Three ships descended through the jagged gap in the dome. They were sleek, predatory things, built of white obsidian and polished chrome that reflected the bioluminescent moss below. They bore the sigil of the High Isle, a stylized eye surrounded by geometric rays. These were not the scavenged vessels of the Scrap Barrens or the organic hybrids of the Rusty Vulture. These were the pristine relics of the Architects, maintained by a society that still believed in the absolute rule of the Symmetrical Law.Master, we have company and they do not look like they brought a cake, Toby whispere

  • Chapter 148- Collector

    The sound of the Leviathan was not a roar. It was the sound of a billion voices speaking at once and then suddenly being cut off. It was a digital stutter that vibrated through the soles of my boots and made the marrow of my bones feel like it was vibrating out of alignment. Outside the glass dome, the creature was a mountain of shifting obsidian symbols and violet lightning. It moved with a terrifying grace, its massive tail lashing through the thick static as if the pressure of the Sunless Sea meant nothing at all.Master the glass is singing the wrong note, Toby shouted, his voice cracking with a high pitch of pure terror. He was huddled over the primary terminal, his fingers dancing across the keys with a frantic energy. The cracks are not just physical. The static is rewriting the molecular structure of the dome. If we do not stabilize the resonance, the glass will turn into liquid data in less than three minutes.Chase, Sylvia called out, her Star Keel held low. She stood at th

  • Chapter 147- Sunless Sanctuary

    While the North was defined by the jagged obsidian of the Dead Range and the West by the whispering deserts of the Void, the South was simply... gone. It was a horizon of shifting, iridescent fog known as the Deep Sea of Static. It wasn't water, and it wasn't air. It was a graveyard of discarded information—a physicalized ocean of every "Delete" command ever issued by the Spires, compressed into a violet-grey sludge that could crush a standard scout ship into a cube in seconds."Master, I’ve done the math. Three times. I even used the abacus I found in the High Isle archives because I didn't trust my own slate. And the math says: No. Absolutely not. If we enter that density, the Phoenix-Wren will become the world's most expensive piece of underwater origami."Toby was currently hanging upside down from the Wren’s landing gear, frantically welding additional reinforcement plates onto the hull. The emerald vines we’d brought from the Vulture were already turning a sickly, pale lavender,

  • Chapter 146- Archivist Grudge

    "Master, the atmospheric pressure is doing something very strange to my ears. It feels like someone is trying to play a very tiny, very loud drum inside my skull."Toby was hunched over the auxiliary sensor array, his fingers twitching as he adjusted the frequencies. The green vines that we had lashed to the Wren’s hull were pulsing a deep, agitated emerald, their leaves shivering in the thin, high-altitude air."It’s not the pressure, Toby," I said, my hand tightening on the flight stick. "It’s the Isle. It’s broadcasting a 'Static Denial' field. It doesn't want the Spring to touch it.""It’s more than that," Lyra whispered, their silver form flickering like a candle in a draft. They were standing by the viewport, staring at the Isle's central spire. "I can hear the archives, Chase. They aren't silent. They’re... screaming. Not in pain, but in repetition. Someone is running a recursive loop through the entire historical database."Sylvia checked the tension on her Star Keel’s harness

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