2025-12-04 21:46:13The color returned to the world.
Adrian was gazing at the bathroom's cracked mirror for a time. The next moment, he found himself in a completely different location—cold, quiet, and surrounded by thick, ancient-feeling air. The tiled walls of the Elite University restroom were gone. Replaced by a vast stone hall stretching infinitely in every direction.
A hall he’d been in once before.
A hall that shouldn’t exist in this realm.
Adrian exhaled slowly.
So… they found me.
He looked around warily, his footsteps echoing quietly. Thin crimson lines, like old runes pulsating with power, shone brightly on the stone floor. A huge golden eye slowly opened above him, floating in the shadows.
It wasn’t human.
It wasn’t mortal. It was the Gatekeeper.The last guardian of the Celestial Battlefield.
The glowing eye observed him, unblinking.
“War God Adrian Kane,” a low rumble vibrated through the hall.
“You have ignored our summons fifty-three times. This one cannot be disregarded.”Adrian rolled his shoulders.
“Maybe stop summoning me in the middle of exams and family dinners.”The eye narrowed slightly.
“Your reincarnation was meant to be strategic. Temporary. You were expected to regain strength quickly.”
“I’m regaining it just fine.”
“You are… delaying.”
Adrian’s jaw tightened.
He wasn’t delaying.
He was hiding.
There was a difference.
The rumble continued. “Reports indicate hostile activity in your vicinity. You were attacked by a Null-Born?”
“Two of them, yeah.”
“Unacceptable. Null-Born should not exist in that realm.”
“I’ve noticed,” Adrian replied dryly.
The eye dimmed, as if thinking.
“War God… your presence at that university was to be brief. To repay your debt. Nothing more.”
Adrian’s fingers curled slightly.
Here it comes.“Why have you not eliminated the threat and departed?”
Adrian exhaled. “Because it’s not just a threat anymore. The Shadow Society knows I’m alive.”
The hall went silent.
Even the runes dimmed.
“…Impossible.”
“Tell that to the corpse of the one who came for me.”
The eye flickered violently, golden light bursting outward in ripples.
“If the Shadow Society is moving openly… then your realm is compromised.”
“Yeah. I noticed that too.”
The eye lowered, glowing brighter.
“Adrian Kane… listen carefully. The Shadow Society hunts only one thing—divine power. If they know you walk the mortal realm, then someone has betr—”A crack thundered across the hall.
The golden eye shuddered.
The runes dimmed instantly.
Adrian’s eyes sharpened.
That wasn’t normal.
The area behind the Gatekeeper was divided by a second crack that ripped into the atmosphere. Pulsating like a wound, a jagged split of pure blackness erupted.
The Gatekeeper roared:
“YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!”
A hand—thin, skeletal, wrapped in living shadows—emerged from the rift.
Adrian inhaled sharply.
No way.
Not a servant.
Not an assassin. Not a scout.A Shadow Herald.
Here.
Invading a divine hall.
While he was inside it.
“Great,” Adrian muttered. “Just what I needed.”
The Herald's voice oozed from the darkness, cold and amused.
“Found you… War God.”
Adrian’s muscles tensed.
If a Herald breached the hall, it meant one thing:
This wasn’t an attack.
It was a message.
"YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HIM," the gatekeeper's voice echoed across the stone.
Light erupted as the eye unleashed divine force. The Herald’s arm shrieked as parts of its shadowform sizzled away.
Yet the Herald only laughed.
“He is weaker now. Mortal. Reborn. A perfect target.”
Adrian cracked his knuckles.
“Come on then,” he said softly. “Try it.”
The Herald reached further, forcing more of its grotesque shadow-body through the gap.
But instead of lunging toward Adrian…
It pointed behind him.
Whispers slithered across the floor.
“…your debt ties you down…”
“…your weakness chains you here…”
“…your mortal attachments will kill you…”
Adrian froze.
The voice…
It wasn’t mocking.It was revealing something.
They know about the Kaslan family.
They know about my reincarnation.
They know about my debt.
His whole body flooded with cold rage.
The Herald hissed,
“Your past life ended in glory, War God. This one will end in suffering. We will start… with her.”Adrian blinked.
“…Her?”
The Herald’s smile expanded unnaturally.
“Your… wife.”
For a moment, the hall went silent.
Then—
Adrian’s eyes went dead cold.
“Gatekeeper,” he said quietly.
“Yes, War God?”
“Send me back.”
“…Are you certain?”
“Now.”
The Herald lunged, shrieking—
The Gatekeeper’s power snapped like thunder.
Light swallowed the hall.
The screaming Herald. The runes. The rift.And then—
Adrian was hurled back into his body with great force.
BACK IN THE REAL WORLD
With a pained gasp, he crashed into the restroom wall. His knees gave way, but he managed to catch himself on the sink before passing out.
Sweat trickled down his temples.
His heart pounded.
They know.
They’re coming.
He wiped his face, breath steadying.
Then he straightened, expression turning razor-sharp.
If the Shadow Society truly sent a Herald…
Then Lucy wasn’t just in danger.
The entire Kaslan family was.
And if they came into contact with a single hair on her head—
His fists were clinched.
Then the war starts early.
A sudden metallic tap echoed behind him.
Adrian froze.
He moved slowly to face the bathroom door.
From the opening underneath it, a narrow thread of black smoke curled.
Not ordinary smoke.
Shadow smoke.
The same aura the Herald used.
Someone was on the other side of the door.
Someone waiting.
A voice drifted through the crack—soft, distorted, almost playful:
“War God… are you done washing your hands?”
Adrian stepped back instinctively.
The door handle began to turn—
Very slowly.
Very deliberately.
Adrian’s pulse sharpened.
His stance shifted.
His eyes went cold.
You dare come here?
To this campus?
To my presence?
The door clicked.
A shadow fell across the tiles.
And the voice whispered—
“Let’s talk… son-in-law.
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