Solo Leveling Architect Novels & Stories

​But as we stepped toward the opening, a light flickered on from the top of the basement stairs. ​"I must thank you, Aara," a voice smooth as silk and cold as a winter grave echoed through the room. "I spent three days looking for the lever. I should have known it required the 'Marriage' to function." ​The Architect stood on the stairs, silhouetted against the light of the shop above. He wasn't holding a gun. He was holding a remote trigger. ​"Now, move aside. The world is waiting for its new signature."

Aradaa screamed. Kaelor reached the Architect, his claws extended for a killing blow. He swung with enough force to decapitate a rhino. But his hand passed right through the man’s neck. The Architect didn't bleed. He didn't even flinch. His image wavered like a bad television signal. "A hologram?" Kaelor snarled, his momentum carrying him through the flickering image. "A solid projection," the Architect said, his face twisting into a cold, mocking smile. "I am already at the Master Terminal, Aradaa. While you were playing hero in the dirt, I was taking back my city."

Any amateur blacksmith could build this so long as they are patient. Looking over these three blueprints, Kirou had to force himself to keep calm. While the blueprint for the wasn't something he could touch, for now, it has given Kirou something to look forward to when he gets there. As for the other two blueprints, those were things he could deal with now, or rather when he gets to level 20, which wasn't that far away. At the moment, he was just one exp bar (10%) away from reaching level 19. With the effect of the exp bonus still in play for another day or so, Kirou had plenty of time to reach level 20, especially since he was focusing on gaining levels now. "I think it's best

The Architect has been patient for fifteen years. I think about what full development looks like and I think about six simultaneous threads on a gravel drive and I think that the Architect has been waiting for the finished version of me and I am not finished yet. But I am getting there faster than anyone predicted. Including me.

"Yes. The Architect identified you as someone with potential. Someone who shared a common enemy. Someone who could be shaped into a weapon." "A weapon against Arthur Sterling." "A weapon against the entire Sterling family. You were one piece of a much larger strategy. Leo was another. Victor Hale was another. The Architect has been patient. Thirty years of patience. And now, with Phase Two beginning, the Architect is ready to step out of the shadows." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because the Architect still has use for you. Your counter-offensive failed, but your network still exists. Your knowledge still has value. And your hatred of Clara Sterling is still useful. The Architect wants yo

"I can guide the inner layers. If that helps." "It helps," I said. That was the whole conversation. We understood each other without the scaffolding. I was still getting used to that. * * * The Architect appeared twenty minutes later looking like a man who had not slept but had used the time productively. He set a stack of documents on the table without preamble. "The construct architectures for all six," he said. "Annotated. Counter-frequency keys for the failsafe layers." A pause. He appeared to be weighing something. "There are — variations in the third and fifth constructs I should flag. The integration depth is —"

Reality shuddering. And through it stepped a being. Not the Weaver. Not a First. Something new. He looked human. Ordinary. A middle-aged man in simple clothes. But the power radiating from him was anything but ordinary. "Hello. I'm the Architect. And we need to talk about what you've been doing to my designs." "Your designs?" "Reality. Bonds. The fundamental structure. I designed it all. Built it. Set it in motion." He looked around. "And you've been changing it without permission."

"What will you be?" A voice answered from behind them. "The Architect." Architect Zero stood there. Jonathan was frozen behind her. Ava slowly stood. "You said you were Architect Zero." "I am." "Then why is Ethan the Architect?" She smiled. "Because there is a difference between an Architect..." She pointed at Ethan. "...and the Architect." Ava looked at Ethan. "What does that mean?" Architect Zero's expression became serious. "We were designed to control the system." She pointed at herself.

The scream of the system did not fade. It escalated as the sky fractured into lines of light. The ground beneath his feet pulsated like a failing heartbeat. And the Architect, for the first time… Took a step back. “Stop this!” he barked, his voice almost pleading,stripped of its earlier composure. “You don’t understand what you’re destabilizing.” But Lorenzo didn’t even blink, because he although he didn't understand it all completely, he knew just enough.

Here they go again with their questions and answers phases. "I need to go." It was too soon for Archer to go back home, he hasn't wrapped up his artwork but he has to ignore her. He can work on it at home, thinking that he has finally found his missing piece. However, it feels like it doesn't seem right for him. He is deeply aware that Selah is not like his typical girl, she is not his type and it makes him even more confused about himself.