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Chapter 101: The Kneeling King

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The aftermath of the Inquisitors’ initial descent was not a scene of victory but a landscape of shimmering, violet wreckage. The beams of moonlight that had incinerated the North Tower left a residual ozone smell in the air, thick and metallic, mingling with the scent of wet pine. Silas Blackwood stood in the center of the scorched courtyard, his breath coming in jagged, white plumes. His gold-and-sapphire skin was still pulsing with the rhythm of the battle, but the fire in his eyes had been

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  • Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return   Chapter 205: The First Breach

    The arrival of the "Stalkers" turned the "Unmapped" North into a "Living Theme Park." These were not the Architects with their clinical logic, nor the "Voters" with their distant indifference. These were the "Obsessed"—the humans who had spent years "Subscribed" to the Thorne-Blackwood bloodline, and who had used the Gallery’s fall as an opportunity to physically enter their favorite "Exhibition."They stood in the courtyard, their modern fabrics looking like "Narrative Errors" against the violet-gold stone of the keep. They didn't have weapons; they had "Observation Units"—devices that recorded every scent, every tear, and every drop of biological gold."Oh my god, he’s even cuter in person!" a girl in a "Shadow Claw" t-shirt shrieked, reaching for Kaelen. "And the new girl! Her 'Thistle Scent' is so immersive!"Silas Blackwood let out a roar of world-ending proportions. He shifted into his gold-veined wolf form, his presence a terminal pillar of heresy t

  • Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return   Chapter 204: The Thorne and the Thistle

    The "Co-Author" merger was a visceral, soul-shredding atmospheric pressure. In the center of the "Bleached" courtyard, Kaelen and Elora were no longer two physical beings; they were a "Twin Pulse" of gold-starlight and scentless vacuum. The collision of the "Genesis" marrow and the "System Prototype" created a "Feedback Loop" that unwove the Auditor’s "Premium Gold" armor, turning the clinical being back into a cloud of grey static.Silas Blackwood stood at the edge of the vortex, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. He felt the "Mate Bond" with Lyra vibrating with a new, terrifying clarity. They were witnessing the "Re-founding" not as a reboot, but as an "Evolution." Their son was not just ruling the North; he was "Integrating" the very machine that had tried to erase him."Kaelen, let go!" Lyra shrieked, her shadow-wings shredded by the feedback. "Her vacuum... it’s eating your gold! You’re becoming 'Empty'!""I'm not

  • Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return   Chapter 203: Scentless Echoes

    The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.Silas Blackwood stood at the edge of the courtyard, his gold-and-sapphire skin providing the only "High-Definition" light in a world that was rapidly turning into a rough sketch. He saw a wolf with his father’s features, but its muzzle was a blur of censored pixels. He saw a she-wolf who looked like Lyra’s mother, but her eyes were two hollow voids of "Deleted Scenes.""They’re 'De-contextualizing' the mountain, Lyra!" Silas roared, his gold-veined wolf form sim

  • Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return   Chapter 202: The Admin's First Law

    The attack from Elora was not a movement of muscle and bone; it was a "Glitch" in reality. One moment, she was a passive statue of scentless obedience; the next, she was a blur of silver-white static, her claws leaving trails of grey "Redacted" data in the air. She lunged for Kaelen’s throat, her clouds-and-sapphire eyes glowing with the cold, clinical authority of the First Alpha’s "System Restoration."Silas was there in a heartbeat, his gold-veined wolf form erupting in a protective pillar of light. He intercepted the girl, his massive paws pinning her to the sapphire-glass floor. But Elora didn't struggle like a living creature. Her body felt like liquid mercury beneath his grip, her skin vibrating with a frequency that sought to "De-register" Silas’s touch."She’s a 'System Bot', Silas!" Lyra shrieked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. She lunged to help her mate, but a wall of "Narrative Inertia" threw her back."The Sovereig

  • Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return   Chapter 201: The Reflection of the Scullery

    The girl standing in the threshold of the South Wing was a sensory contradiction that paralyzed the very air of the Blackwood Keep. She was eighteen, her frame slight and trembling, her skin the color of unprinted parchment. Her hair was a waterfall of obsidian that held no starlight, and her eyes were two clouded, sapphire mirrors that reflected nothing of the vibrant, violet-gold world around her. She carried no scent—no musk of a wolf, no iron of the mountain, not even the faint, antiseptic ozone of the Architects. She was a vacuum in a world of absolute existence.Lyra Thorne felt the breath leave her lungs as if she had been struck by a silver-dagger. She didn't see a stranger; she saw a ghost. She saw the girl who had kneeled on the scullery floor, praying for a moon that had forgotten her name. She saw the "Weakness" made flesh once again, thirty-eight years after it had first been poisoned."Who are you?" Silas Blackwood asked, his voice a low, melodic vibr

  • Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return   Chapter 200: The Final Disclaimer

    The "Moderator Review" was not a wall of light or a geometric deity; it was a "Silence." As the obsidian notification appeared in the sky, the vibrant violet-gold dawn of the North went "Mute." The wind stopped rustling the pines. The violet lilies stopped their rhythmic thrumming. The "Mosaic" warriors in the keep went perfectly still, their forms turning into "Stock Images" of themselves.Silas, Lyra, and Kaelen were the only ones still moving, their "Twin Frequency" acting as a "Local Override." They stood in the center of the "Stilled" courtyard, looking at the man who had been the Critic.The man—the former Alpha of Sector 0—was unravelling. His hazel eyes were bright with a terminal clarity as he looked at the obsidian notification."The 'Reader' has clicked the 'Report' button," the man whispered, his voice sounding like a series of dry, vibrating reeds. "They didn't like the 'Plot Twist'. They didn't want the 'Villain' to have a heart. They wanted

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