All Chapters of Marked From Birth: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The stabilization of the bridge between the two galaxies did not bring peace; it brought a gold rush. The "Andromeda-Spire" became a bustling vertical port where the descendants of the "Silver-Eyed" and the "Thawed-Out" civilizations of the Milky Way mingled with the newly awakened entities of the Andromeda-Void. These were the "Relic-Hunters"—teams of specialized scavengers and historians who sought the "Black-Box" archives of the Curators' ancestors buried in the deep crust of Andromeda’s oldest worlds.Audrey watched the departures from the Spire’s primary docking ring. The ships were no longer the elegant Bio-Ships of the previous era; they were "Franken-Vessels," hybrids of biological bronze-wood and salvaged "Null-Matter" from the dead sentry-stations. The hunters were looking for the "Origin-Code," the mythical set of instructions that the Curators had used to start the "Great-Collection" eons ago."They’re searching for the 'Why'," Lucas noted, his form shimmering as he adjust

The silence that followed the shattering of the ancient signal was not empty; it was fertile. Across the "Universal-Foundry," the citizens of the two galaxies felt a sudden, sharp release of a pressure they hadn't realized was holding them. The "Pattern" was gone. For the first time, there was no ancestral shadow looming over their blueprints, no pre-destined path for their soot or their stars. This was the "New-Genesis," a moment where the Union realized that they were no longer the inheritors of a legacy, but the creators of a species that had never existed before.Audrey walked through the "Lichen-Gardens" of the Andromeda-Spire. Here, the bronze-wood had begun to produce seeds that didn't just grow into trees; they grew into "Structures of Intent." If a child sat beneath a sapling and dreamt of a workshop, the roots would weave themselves into a workbench and a furnace. The boundary between "Thought" and "Matter" had become a permeable membrane. The Union was evolving into a "Sent

The two galaxies were no longer separate entities; they had become a "Twin-Engine," a synchronized heartbeat of violet light and bronze-wood resonance. But the Union had never been a people meant for the shore. With the ghosts of the past finally laid to rest and the "New-Genesis" flourishing, the "Architects of the Pulse" turned their sights toward the "Great Void"—the staggering, empty distance between galactic clusters. Beyond the local group lay the "Cosmic-Horizon," a boundary that had once seemed like a physical limit of reality, but was now merely the next "Pressure-Seal" to be broken.Audrey stood on the "Observation-Lattice" of the Sovereign-Echo, a ship that was less a vessel and more a "Fold in Space." It didn't possess engines in the traditional sense; it moved by "Harmonizing" with the vacuum. Beside her, Lucas was examining a physical map, a piece of real parchment he had insisted on keeping. To him, the infinite needed a scale that a human hand could touch."The Nomads

The "Multiversal-Bastion" was a symphony of industrial noise, but even the roar of a billion furnaces could not drown out the sudden, chilling arrival of the Entropy-Hunters. These were not beings of matter or spirit; they were "Absence." They appeared at the edges of the Interstitial-Space as flickering voids, tears in the white fabric of the hub that sucked the light and heat out of everything they touched. They were the universe’s natural "Immune-Response" to the Union’s expansion—the personification of the Second Law of Thermodynamics, come to claim the energy the Council had gathered.Audrey stood on the command-dais of the Central-Crankcase, her mind linked to the diverse versions of herself. Through the shared vision, she saw the Hunters descending upon the peripheral docks. They didn't fire weapons; they simply "Described" the end of things. Wherever a Hunter touched a ship, the bronze-wood didn't break—it "Forgot" how to be alive. The silver-threads turned to gray ash, and th

The expansion of the Sovereignty-Empire into the furthest reaches of the interstitial white led to a transformation that Audrey had always feared, yet secretly anticipated. The Masters of the Works, those who had spent eons managing the "Pressure-Requirements" of entire realities, were no longer viewed as mere engineers or survivors. To the newly awakened worlds at the fringes of the trade routes, they were the "Clockwork-Gods." These were entities who could adjust the gravitational constant of a sun with a turn of a brass wrench or rewrite the atmospheric composition of a gas giant by whispering a new "Resonance-Code."Audrey looked at her own reflection in a pool of "Liquid-Memory" within the Grand Refectory. She saw a woman whose silhouette was composed of shifting geometric gears and starlight, yet she still wore the heavy leather apron of a master smith. The "Clockwork-Gods" did not demand worship; they demanded "Maintenance." They were the "Deities of the Daily-Grind," and their