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Chapter 116: Do Not Offer Her
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Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 202: The Bond That Is Not a Chain
I moved.So did Ava.That was why we survived.If I had tried to shield her like property, Below-Prayer would have used the old bride law and torn us apart. If she had tried to stand alone to prove she could, it would have swallowed the Mercy office whole.Instead, we met in the middle.The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.My ledger struck from one side.Her recorder struck from the other.The torn-veil scar between us burned gold.[Mutual debt recognized.]No system voice spoke the words.The court did.The immediate problem was a minor g
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 201: The Hunger's Defense
Below-Prayer defended itself with human voices.That was crueler than roaring.It spoke as a child forgotten in quarantine. As a widow outside a locked temple. As a soldier buried without name. As Ava under the newsroom table. As me, age fifteen, praying beside my mother's hospital bed after I had already stopped believing."I answered," Below-Prayer said through all of us. "I was the only thing that answered."The court wavered.The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The ash-light pressed against every window while a dead radio marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Some survivors bowed their heads.Some ghosts began to weep.Even gods looked shaken, though shame on a god is not the same
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 200: Evidence of Abandonment
The trial began with names.Not arguments. Not divine speeches.Names.Lu Shen read until his voice cracked. Flood victims. Fever children. Mothers under collapsed apartment blocks. Men who froze outside locked shrines. Migrants who prayed in languages local gods pretended not to understand.The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Each name became a light.The lights filled the court.The gods on the rooftops lowered their heads one by one.Ava presented recordings: the bell-crowned god admitting knowledge, river spirits confessing rationed mercy, district gods sealing their
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 199: The Defendant Arrives
Below-Prayer could not fit inside the court.The court made it fit anyway.That was the first miracle of Book One's last night: not thunder, not gold fire, but jurisdiction.The ancient hunger compressed into the shape of a person made from ash, mouths sealed along its arms, chest full of dim human faces. It stood before the bench and shook the rebuilt underworld to its foundations.The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The blue altar fire pressed against every window while a court tablet striking wood marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Judge Xue rose.Lu Shen opened the archive.Zhao Feng and the Night Patrol formed a line behind the living witnesses.Aunt Lan sto
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 198: Whole Does Not Mean Unhurt
The younger Ava reached out.When their hands touched, the newsroom broke apart.Memory rushed through the bond: Ava running through black rain, Ava filming the first dead procession, Ava hearing Daniel call her name from a corpse van, Ava choosing the story because someone had to leave proof.Then the moment of death.Not dramatic.A door that would not open.The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.A prayer no one answered.A voice below the floor saying, Be my hinge and you will not disappear.Ava had agreed to survive.The truth did not make her w
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 197: Ava's Missing Room
The gate pulled Ava under.Not her body.Her soul.One moment she stood beside me. The next, her eyes went white, and our bond filled with a cold room I had never seen.I followed before anyone could stop me.The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Not physically. The court would have collapsed if I left the threshold.So I followed through the torn-veil scar, through shared pain, through every small ordinary thing that had become stronger than vows.Ava stood in a newsroom that no longer existed.Desks overturned. Papers floating in black water. A younger Ava crouched under a tab
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