Todos los capítulos de My Model (BL): Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The cistern was silent now. The chaos of the explosion, the clash of fists and steel, the shouts—it was all gone. Only water dripped, slow and steady, echoing through the ancient chamber like the ticking of some unseen clock.And then—movement.A hand broke through the rubble, pale against the wet stone. Fingers curled, dragging rock aside with unnatural strength. Another hand followed, and then a face emerged, streaked with dust and blood but smiling as though none of it mattered.Lazarus pulled himself free of the wreckage.His golden eyes gleamed even in the pitch dark, burning with a light that wasn’t human. He exhaled once, brushing dust from his jacket, his motions calm, deliberate.“They thought that would kill me,” he murmured to himself, his voice carrying strangely in the hollow cistern. “Sang-woo’s desperation. Devin’s precision. And Soo-ah…”He paused, tasting the name like a fine wine.“Soo-ah.”The syllables rolled off his tongue with reverence and hunger, as if speaking

The temporary safehouse was a small, abandoned apartment tucked between two shuttered buildings in a quieter district of Istanbul. Its walls were cracked, paint peeling in thin layers, but it was dry, relatively secure, and most importantly—out of sight.Soo-ah sank onto the worn couch, still trembling from the close call in the streets. Rain dripped from his hair, and the smell of wet asphalt clung to his jacket. Sang-woo leaned against the wall opposite him, arms crossed, jaw tight, scanning every shadow in the room as though expecting Lazarus to emerge from the wallpaper. Devin was already seated at the table, cleaning his weapons, expression unreadable.Soo-ah’s voice was barely a whisper. “How does he always know where we are?”Devin didn’t look up. “Because he’s always three steps ahead. He knows our patterns. He knows what we fear.”“And you think I’m scared?” Sang-woo’s voice was sharp, defensive, but his fists trembled slightly. “Because I don’t feel fear. I feel rage. And th

The safehouse was quiet in the predawn hours, but the tension was palpable, pressing down on every corner, every surface. Soo-ah sat at the edge of a narrow cot, staring at the wall with a blank expression. His mind wasn’t on the room, the maps, or the weapons—it was on Lazarus.He could still feel the pull, faint but insistent, like a thread tugging at the very center of his being. Every breath, every heartbeat seemed to echo with that unspoken connection. He hated it. And yet, in the same moment, he couldn’t deny the lure.Sang-woo stirred in the corner, checking their surroundings with the meticulous care of someone who had survived too many nights in too many hostile streets. “We need to move soon,” he muttered, his voice low, careful. “He won’t give us another night of peace. You know that.”Soo-ah didn’t respond. His fingers brushed the edge of the wall, feeling the grooves, the cold paint beneath his skin. He felt cornered, trapped between loyalty, fear, and the inexplicable pu

The vortex above Lazarus pulsed like a living wound in the sky, black tendrils swirling outward, striking the chamber walls with a sound like cracking bones. The pillars trembled under the weight of the energy, chunks of stone falling into the abyss beneath the platform.The team tightened formation instinctively.Soo-ah moved to the front, blade raised, her shoulders squared despite the tremor running through her arms. Her eyes burned with fury and determination. This ends here. Even if I have to break myself to do it.Sang-woo shifted closer, slightly ahead of her despite his wound. His hand brushed against hers for a fraction of a second before he took position. He wouldn’t say it aloud—not in front of everyone—but Soo-ah knew: he would die before letting Lazarus lay a hand on her again.Caelan and Elion formed the left flank, their presence steady as steel. Caelan’s blade gleamed with restrained firelight, while Elion’s staff hummed with threads of magic. On the right, Seo-jun kep

The first pale streaks of dawn painted the sky in muted gold and gray. The ruins of the collapsed catacombs lay silent behind them, jagged stones jutting like broken teeth against the horizon. The team stirred slowly, weighed down by exhaustion but bound by the unspoken knowledge that they couldn’t linger here.Soo-ah was the first to wake. She rose from where she had sat leaning against Sang-woo, his head resting lightly on her shoulder through the night. His breathing was steady, though each inhale still carried a hint of pain. She tucked the blanket more securely around him before slipping away, her boots crunching softly against gravel as she walked toward the ridge.From the high ground, she could see the stretch of land that led to the main roads. The world looked deceptively calm, birds beginning their songs, a soft breeze cutting through the lingering smoke. But her gut told her the calm wouldn’t last.“You didn’t sleep,” a low voice said behind her.She turned to find Devin s