All Chapters of Marked From Birth: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The transition from a planetary civilization to a galactic spore was not a peaceful evolution. As the Bio-Ships—massive, teardrop-shaped vessels of translucent bronze-wood and superconducting glass—pierced the veil of the Novus system, they entered a graveyard. The Curators, in their frantic attempt to "quarantine" the sovereignty-virus, had begun a scorched-earth campaign. They weren't just petrifying worlds anymore; they were "De-Materializing" them, using massive beams of anti-matter to erase the biological data they could no longer control.Audrey sat at the "Neural-Helm" of the Aethel-Seed, the flagship of the first Pollination fleet. She no longer felt the cold iron of a cockpit. Instead, her silver-thread was fused with the ship’s primary vascular system. She could feel the "Solar-Wind" on the ship’s hull as a prickling on her own skin, and the "Resonance-Drive" hummed in the cavity of her chest."We’ve reached the 'Hesperus-Cluster'," Mara’s voice echoed through the link, soun

The Core-Null did not shatter like glass; it dissolved like a fever dream breaking at dawn. As the Prime-Curator’s logic fractured, the "Sea of Pure Potential" became a roaring ocean of returning life. For Audrey, floating in the center of the collapse, it felt like being submerged in a thousand lifetimes at once. She saw the "Perfect Stills" of a million civilizations—cities of cloud, empires of deep-sea trenches, and nomadic tribes of starlight—all suddenly jerking into motion. The "Grand-Harvester" was no longer a cage; it was a fountain, pouring out the stolen moments of a trillion beings back into the fabric of reality."The anchors are gone!" Lucas’s voice reached her, not through a radio or a silver-thread, but as a direct vibration of the soul. He was drifting nearby, his marble-glass skin glowing with the intensity of a dying star. "The Core is venting everything, Audrey. The Curators aren't fighting back. They’re... they’re fading. They were never alive. They were just the '

The transition into the "Post-Physical Era" felt less like a death and more like the moment a heavy coat is shed after a long winter. Audrey no longer felt the ache in her joints or the grit of coal dust beneath her fingernails. Instead, she existed as a "Resonance-Pattern" within the galactic mycelium. She was a conscious wave moving through the bronze-wood networks of ten thousand worlds. To be post-physical was to be everywhere at once, yet centered in the memory of a single, cold boiler room in the North.The galaxy had become a "Thinking-Expanse." The civilizations the Union had woken were now communicating through "Direct-Concept-Transfer," bypassing the need for words or even steam-whistles. The "Entropy-Guild" had evolved into the "Architects of the Weave," managing the flow of energy between star systems like the valves of a titanic engine. But even in this state of pure light and shared thought, the "Shadow of the Curators" remained—not as a physical enemy, but as the tempta

The "Long-Night" did not last for an eternity, but for exactly as long as it took for the universe to become bored with its own perfection. In the silence of the "Great-Hiding," the galaxy had become a lush, effortless paradise. The "Luminous-Mycelium" hummed with a constant, golden light, providing everything the new civilizations needed before they even knew they wanted it. But as Audrey and Lucas had predicted, the lack of "Friction" eventually led to a peculiar kind of decay—a spiritual anemia where the "Why" of existence had been replaced by a complacent "Is."The "Return of the Spark" began in the outskirts of the Andromeda-Void. The Great-Void-Spore, after two million years of silent travel, finally struck a "Dead-Star" at the edge of the sister galaxy. It didn't land softly. It slammed into the iron core of the star with the force of a trillion "Mechanical-Memories." The impact didn't cause a supernova; it caused a "Re-Ignition." The iron, long cold and inert, was suddenly flo

As the Spore reached the center of Andromeda, Audrey realized that the "Awakening" was not going to be as simple as it had been in the Milky Way. Here, the "Stasis" had gone deeper, infecting the very "Laws of Mathematics." The gravity was "Too Round," the light was "Too Straight," and the entropy was "Non-Existent." To bring life here, they had to be more than "Sowers"; they had to be "Architects."They established the Universal-Foundry in the gravitational well of a supermassive black hole. Instead of avoiding the singularity, they used its "Tidal-Forces" as a "Planetary-Lathe." They "Hooked" the Spore to the event horizon, using the "Infinite-Compression" to forge "New-Matter"—a substance they called Union-Steel. This wasn't metal; it was "Solidified-Will," a material that could hold its shape even when the laws of physics were being rewritten."We’re building the 'Framework' for a new kind of existence," Vane reported from the "Lathe-Control." Her mind was now a swirling nebula of