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Bastard

Book Two Chapter 38: One-Thirty-Two

The time for the entrance tournament had arrived.

The Citadel’s gates only opened once a year: and when they did, the bastards came running. Some chased names. Some begged for recognition. ...

Book 2 Chapter 37: Faces In The Crowd

Josephine turned toward Isol, one brow raised, violet eyes gleaming.

"My darling, my love... what’s the plan?"

Isol grunted, already stretching out his neck. "Paperwork. I need to go ...

The Fist of The Legion

Class 6: Anatomy – Year One

“This is not biology. This is target acquisition.”
“You want to kill faster? Learn what parts matter.”

This class teaches cadets the anatomy of ta...

Class 5: Group Tactics – Year One

You don’t have friends.
You have assets. Resources. Leverage.
If they die, it’s your fault, because you didn’t make them useful enough to live.

This class teaches...

Class 4: Skill Adaptation – Year One

You are issued one skill: Flash.
A burst of light. Loud, simple, painfully bright.

It won’t kill. But it can end a fight, if you know what you’re doing.

...

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Class 3: History – Year One

Instructor: Isol Brent

You are not here to learn what happened.
You are here to learn how to use what happened.

Every page in your textbook was ...

Class 2: Fist of the Legion – Year One

No one cares how well you shoot if you can’t survive with your hands.
No weapons. No buffs. No gloves.
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Class 1: Lance Training – Year One

This is the first class for a reason. Not because it teaches you how to shoot, but because it teaches you not to stop once you start.

The lance is your weapon. Not sacred. No...

Book 2 chapter 36: Pocket Change

They jogged up the hill, an easy, natural pace that felt like a proper jog, not one of Isol’s so-called "light walks," which were actually death runs with haulers chained to their backs. it reall...

Book 2 Chapter 35: Ghost Bed

Gastlan didn’t look like a town that should’ve survived the collapse. It was too clean. Too tall. The outer wall rose in sweeping white curves, unmarred by rust or wear. The towers gleamed, sil...

Book Two Chapter 34: Nameless Thug Number Seven

The walls were rusted to shit. Not reinforced. Not even good trade steel. Just sheeted junk, rebar, and old city paneling slotted together over generations of patchwork defense. Parthilion wasn’t...

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Book 2 Chapter 33: Wolf Totem

The sun was shining. The clouds were soft and pillowy, drifting across a perfect blue sky. In a quiet, well-manicured park on the outskirts of the Green Zone, a lone rabbit sat beneath a shady tree...

Book 2 Chapter 32: Mercy Cardio

It didn’t move.

Same corridor. Same posture. Same stillness. The Data Daemon stood at the end of the passage like a tomb that had never been buried. Its body, wrapped in coral-bone armor an...

Book 2 Chapter 31: Veil and Steel

They stood over the corpse like it might still speak.

Vaeliyan Verdance, the self-proclaimed savior of the Green, lay broken in the center of the chamber. No tricks. Just a body.

Grix s...

Book 2 Chapter 30: Verdance

He should have killed him when they had the chance.

Not just Warren, though him most of all, but the lot of them. The traitor scholar. The deluded pup. The wild-bloods who mistook fury for fr...

Book 2 Chapter 29: Hemera

Florence groaned softly, eyelids fluttering as she came to. Her mechanical tendrils twitched once, instinctively, before retreating into their dormant coils. The ceiling of the vault loomed above h...

Book 2 Chapter 28: Reunion

The rain had stopped, but the air still carried the weight of it. Mara breathed like a beast that had finally lain down to rest. Every rooftop, every sliver of metal and shattered stone, still glis...

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