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CHAPTER 25 Zane The silence in Observation Chamber Gamma weighed heavier than any ward. It wasn’t just quiet—it was still. Mana still. Thoug

CHAPTER 25

Zane

The silence in Observation Chamber Gamma weighed heavier than any ward. It wasn’t just quiet—it was still. Mana still. Thought still. Six figures sat across from me, the weight of centuries, titles, and war-torn instinct pooled in their stares.

The Grand Rector.

Sera Valen.

A Advetnure Guild Mage.

A high-level Enforcer in a suppression cloak.

And two I couldn’t name—but whose auras folded the air like gravity wells, thick with unspoken power.

Grand Rector Thad Thalen finally leaned forward, his voice like stone ground smooth by time.

“Zane Myles. You arrived late… yet your reputation outpaced you. Let me introduce each of the people here today.”

He gestured to his right.

“Agent Sera Valen of Internal Rift Reponse and  Allen Liaison, representative of the Imperial Watch.I believe you know, Agent Valen.”

Sera gave a shallow nod, violet eyes never leaving mine. Her expression was unreadable—but the edge in it felt personal. Like she still hadn’t decided whether she was supposed to interrogate me or thank me.

“High Arcanist Elrien Kael,” the Rector continued, motioning to the woman beside Sera. “Senior envoy of the Adventurers’ Guild. She oversees tiered talent progression.”

Kael wore formal guild robes, rune-stitched and sharp. Her expression was distant. Clinical. Her eyes flicked to mine like she was already assigning me a value—and quietly recalculating it.

“Commander Vask, Imperial Enforcer Division,” Thalen said, gesturing to the man in the suppression cloak.

Vask didn’t move. He didn’t need to. His presence did all the speaking. Mana rolled off him in low-pressure waves that scraped against my skin. His eyes were cold. Military. Efficient. And very clearly not impressed.

The Grand Rector looked to his left now.

“Warden-Archivist Lyn Haldrin of the Tower.”

The woman he indicated was draped in black-red robes etched with symmetrical fractals that pulsed faintly, like living script. She looked like a scholar—but her aura was a knife. Her voice, when she spoke, was softer than I expected.

“We study system anomalies and Pattern deviations, Mr. Myles. You’ve caused… several.”

I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure I was supposed to.

“And lastly,” Thalen said, gesturing to the figure furthest left, “Master Caller Hesth from the Astral Chain.”

This one was harder to read.

He wore a mask of burnished silver and bore no visible insignia. His robes were simple, travel-worn. But the moment he inclined his head, I felt it—a tethering pull, like something in my soul recognized him and wanted to run the other direction.

“Master Hesth is here on behalf of certain celestial interests,” Thalen said carefully. “They requested an observer.”

Celestial interests. Great. That’s not ominous at all.

I knew the names. Mostly. I was regretting on paying attention to my civics lectures. I know the orginzations and while I don’t know the exact relationship structure I know these people didn’t often gather in the same room.

What I didn’t understand was why.

Why now? Why together? Why me?

I spoke internally to Eva. I need context. Fast.

[“Oh, now you want to pay attention in Civics class? After three years of calling it ‘Imperial Indoctrination and Nap Time’”]

I wanted to face palm but kept my expression neutral. Eva…less sass more help.

[Fine. Welcome to Observation Chamber Gamma, where politics and paranoia go to flirt. Let’s break down the board here.]

A Table appeared in my eyes so I could see but didn’t make it look like I was reading something to the outside.

1 Grand Rector Thad Thalen

“Center chair, and not just because he likes symmetry. Thalen runs Corvalis Arx like a neutral state. But he has deep ties to The Tower and a backchannel to the Imperial Watch. If he’s hosting this meeting, it means no one could stop it—and everyone wants to claim a piece of it.”

2 Agent Sera Valen – Internal Rift Response/Imperial Agent

“She’s here for containment. IRR sits between the Guild and the Empire—officially cooperative, unofficially suspicious. Sera’s the one they send when something violates Rift protocol, destabilizes a gate, or makes the noble houses nervous.” There are some rumors she also does intelligence for the Queen.

3 Allen Liaison – Imperial Watch

“Technically a handler. Watches Rift Response, reports back to the Crown. If the IRR says you’re a threat, the Watch decides whether you get sealed, studied, or erased.”

4 High Arcanist Elrien Kael – Adventurers’ Guild

“Guild rep. She’s not here to protect you. She’s here to assess your market value. The Guild cares about combat tiers, licensing power, and controlling rankings. If you disrupt the curve, they start adjusting the board.”

5 Commander Vask – Enforcer Division

“Military-adjacent. Tier-7. No patience. Enforcers exist in the space between soldiers and Rift response. When Rift teams fail and nobles panic, they call Vask.”

6 Warden-Archivist Lyn Haldrin – The Tower

“Academic assassin. Her job is to regulate magic theory, track Pattern deviations, and flag anyone who colors too far outside the System’s lines. You’ve pinged every alert she has.”

7 Master Caller Hesth – Astral Chain

“Wildcard. The Astral Chain doesn’t usually attend these meetings. They're more myth than policy. If Hesth is here, it’s because whatever’s inside you—or whatever you are—has metaphysical implications.”

“So they’re not just here to ask questions.”

[“They’re here to decide what box to put you in. Or if you fit in one at all.”]

“And if I don’t?”

[Then you’re a problem. And problems either get filed… or erased.]

The Grand Rector turned back to me.

“As you can imagine, your duel with the Death Knight has attracted attention beyond the Empire’s borders. Your status as Unbound—and the recorded manifestation of what we believe may be a Pure Edge combat technique—has placed you at the center of a very old, very dangerous conversation.”

I stayed silent.

Because none of this was surprising.

“Before we proceed,” the Rector continued, “we need to understand what you are. Not by speculation. Not by rumor. We want your words, Mr. Myles. Because if we’re to keep this from becoming an international incident—or a religious one—we need clarity.”

Thalen folded his hands.

“So tell us: what happened in that Rift?”

The room went still.

Every eye locked on mine.

They didn’t just want the truth.

They wanted to know whether I was something they could use…

Or something they’d have to contain. I kept my hands in my pockets and my shoulders loose. I forced the rhythm of my breath to stay even.

“A Rift opened. Wild-class.” I didn’t embellish. “I was with my siblings. Civilians were in danger. I reacted.”

A pause.

“I did what I had to do.”

The Adventure Guild Mage—robe pristine, mouth set in a line that hadn’t known joy in years—snapped back. “‘Reacted,’ Mr. Myles? Our reports place you in direct confrontation with an S-Class Death Knight. Solo. With an unregistered, Willborn blade. And a combat style the Tower hasn’t classified. This is not reaction. This is anomaly.”

I nodded once. “My training’s unconventional. I prioritize survival. The Death Knight… bowed. Then it disintegrated.”

Sera Valen arched a brow, her smirk a little too knowing. She’d seen the footage. She knew I wasn’t telling them everything. Not yet.

Then the enforcer spoke. Mana wrapped tight around their frame like condensed lightning. Their voice buzzed with control. “Your public profile lists you as a Tier 1 Cadet. And yet your core output during the Rift incident indicates a combat function exceeding Class A. Possibly S. That discrepancy is impossible—unless the profile is false.”

They turned to the table. “System requires biometric recalibration. Now.”

My stomach flipped. This was it.

[Hold steady, Zane. I’m going to give them just enough to swallow. But this is going to sting.] Eva’s voice slid into my head like a blade under skin.

“I wouldn’t expect much,” I said aloud, aiming for bored. “My System’s basic. It reads what it’s supposed to.”

The enforcer raised a hand. The air vibrated—barely audible, like mana stretched thin across a wire. I felt the scan begin. It didn’t dive—it sliced.

Eva fought it. Her counter-pulses hit like brakes on a freight line.

[They’re persistent. Blocking will trigger force escalation. I’m compromising—releasing partial values.] Eva warned.

Then it hit. Not pain. Pressure. Like something massive inside me shifted. A dam cracking. Eva pulled back just enough for them to glimpse behind the curtain.

And the room… stopped.

Mid-scan, the enforcer froze. Their eyes went wide. The Grand Rector paled. His fingers trembled against the edge of the table. The Guild Mage choked on her breath. Even Sera Valen sat up straight—smile gone.

A flicker of light burst over the table. Not from my interface—but from the Nexus itself.

ACADEMY DIAGNOSTIC PROTOCOL OVERRIDE: METRIC DISCLOSURE

Eva had fed the central system a curated truth bomb.

The data bled across the display.

Name: Zane Myles

Tier: 3

System Sync Level: 0% – Manual Rejection

Core Configuration:

·      Soulforce Core: [STABLE]

·      *************************

·      *************************

Combat Stat Readout

Strength 177

Agility 172

Vitality 176

Mana 178 ∞ (boundless through Worldveil assimilation)

Control 174

Endurance 175

Processing 179

Stat Distribution: BALANCED (99.6% variance efficiency)

Soul Integrity: ***

Divine Sync: ***

Mana Purity: 99% - User’s Mana purity is only affect by this capacity at this point.

System Rank Estimate: CLASS a/? / TIER 5–6 anomaly

Aura Manifestation Detected: TRUE EDGE PERFECTED FORM??

The entire room, every single person in it, turned and just stared at Zane.

He tried not to sigh.

The Adventure Guild Mage whispered, hoarse, “This… this can’t be real. Those numbers—”

“—don’t belong to a twenty-year-old,” Sera said quietly.

The enforcer didn’t speak. Their mana had retracted—no longer probing.

The Grand Rector was the first to move. His hand shook as he disabled the table’s projection. His eyes found mine. “Myles,” he said, voice cracking with reverence. “System Sync reads zero percent. And yet you’ve achieved a completely balanced build…that should be impossible. This violates… every known law of System Progression.”

[Data integrity masked. Chaos Core hidden. Divine Core dampened. We’ve shown them enough to confuse them—keep them chasing shadows.] Eva chimed in silently.

I stood still. Let out a quiet breathe.

The screen flickered. The projection faded. What remained was a pulsing: [SCAN COMPLETE.]

They all sat back. Some in awe. Some in fear. But all of them were thinking the same thing: This isn’t just talent. It’s a threat.

Finally, Thalen spoke again. “Zane Myles… what are you?”

I gave him the same calm shrug I’d used back in the Verge, just before everything went sideways. “I’m just a cadet,” I said. “System’s basic. It reads what it’s supposed to.”

The silence that followed didn’t feel like peace. It felt like the moment before the next war begins.

Agent Sera Valen

The Grand Rector’s office had cleared out, but the echo of that scan still hummed in the air like a live wire. Thalen was pacing, muttering about anomalies and strategic threats. The Guild Mage looked like she needed a stiff drink. The enforcer, usually a statue of control, was running diagnostic checks on his own system as if it might be contaminated.

I remained in my chair, nursing a mug of lukewarm mana-brew, a faint, satisfied smirk playing on my lips. Myles, you magnificent bastard.

I’d seen the raw numbers flash across that projection. The initial public profile of a Tier 1 Cadet was a laughable farce. I had looked up his stats prior to the meaning. This states were decent for his age---but his true stats were obscene. Processing at 179? Mana at 178? All the rest of his major stats were similar values

He has a bloody swordman class. The most basic class you could get. The System didn’t reward it. Nothing extra.

Apparently Zane had gotten there on his own.

And don’t get me started on the Soul Integrity—unknown. Really that is what we are going with?

You know that was some sort of glitch.

 And a zero percent System Sync? It defied every known law of arcane progression. Every single one.

Thalen stopped pacing, his gaze landing on me. “Agent Valen. Your assessment?”

“Dangerous,” I said, flatly. “And untethered. A threat, potentially. Or… a weapon. Depends on who gets to him first.”

“Unbound,” the Guild Mage whispered, her voice laced with fear. “A true Unbound. We haven’t seen one with that kind of innate mana purity in centuries.”

I took a slow sip of my brew. “Correct. He’s not playing by our rules. He’s rewriting them.”

What the Convocation saw was a terrifying deviation. What I saw was a puzzle begging to be solved. He’d hidden that much, that effectively, for so long. And that raw power, channeled with such brutal, innate precision against a Death Knight? It wasn’t just skill. It was a story. A very inconvenient story for a Kingdom that prided itself on controlling everything.

And I wanted to see how this story unfolded.

My finger hovered over the secure comm-link on my wrist. I had a theory, a little nudge I wanted to give the chessboard. This wasn’t about malice. It was about observation. Scientific curiosity. And, perhaps, a healthy dose of professional amusement.

“Grand Rector,” I said, my voice smooth, “with all due respect, attempting to contain him now would be… problematic. He just saved a district. Public sentiment is with him. And frankly, we don’t know how to contain a zero-percent sync with limitless mana and a Willborn blade.”

Thalen pinched the bridge of his nose. “Agreed. Forcing the issue would likely trigger an Unbound response. We need to… observe. Understand. Perhaps offer him an incentivized recruitment path.”

Recruitment. He was going to love that. The kid who actively avoided attention.

“I’ll initiate immediate, top-tier surveillance protocols,” I offered, a subtle glint in my eye. “We’ll monitor his movements, his interactions. Gauge his intentions. Compile a comprehensive behavioral analysis.”

“Excellent,” Thalen said, clearly relieved. “Discreetly, Agent. We don’t want to spook him. Or the public.”

“Discretion is my specialty, Grand Rector,” I purred, my lips curving into a smile that promised anything but.

As soon as I was dismissed, I strode down the silent corridors, my thoughts a whirlwind of tactical scenarios. Back in my private office, a high-security chamber designed to prevent any trace of my work from leaking, I locked the door with a mana-key.

My private console hummed to life. Accessing the Academy’s core system. Bypassing the newly reinforced firewalls the enforcer had undoubtedly erected. Easy. When you understood the System’s blind spots, it sang to you.

I navigated to the CLASSIFIED METRIC DISCLOSURE log. The raw data of Zane’s “partial” scan still sat there, pristine and terrifying. I copied it. Then, I opened a secure, anonymous data packet.

It wasn’t going to the public feeds. Not yet. That would be messy, chaotic, and uncontrollable. I preferred precision.

I sent it to three specific data-nodes.

First: A deep-archive forum for independent magical theorists, known for dissecting obscure mana phenomena. They would analyze his Mana Capacity and Soul Integrity to death.

Second: A shadow network of combat analysts, the kind who graded duels and predicted the next S-Class threats. They would be fascinated by his balanced stats and Pure Edge.

Third: A tightly controlled data-drop favored by certain… unaligned information brokers. They wouldn’t push it wide, but they’d start whispers in the right circles. Rumors were often more effective than facts.

No names. No direct links. Just the raw, baffling numbers and a single, tantalizing snippet from the Rift footage—the Death Knight bowing. Let them draw their own conclusions. Let them dig.

Myles wanted to be left alone. He wanted to be discreet. But the universe, and now, I, had other plans. This wasn’t just about protecting the Kingdom. This was about understanding. About seeing what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable System.

I leaned back in my chair, stretching, feeling the familiar hum of anticipation. My eyes found the TowerNet news feed on my secondary monitor. The public was still reeling. But soon, the right people would start asking the right questions. The whispers would begin. And the pressure on Zane Myles would intensify.

This was only the beginning. And I was going to enjoy every second.

End of Volume 1