MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 117: FORESHADOW: THE WIFE

Chapter 117 — FRACTURE AND FORESHADOW

The pain receded slowly.

Not fully.

But enough for breath to return.

Long Hao’s vision steadied inside the underground chamber, the fractured core still embedded in black stone before him. The red pulse was calmer now—subdued, almost contemplative.

For a brief moment, nothing moved.

Then—

The chamber groaned.

Not metaphorically.

Stone shifted.

A faint crack crawled across the ceiling above them.

Zehell’s head snapped upward.

"That’s not good."

The fractured core dimmed further, its light withdrawing inward like something conserving strength.

[ SYNCHRONIZATION: 50% STABLE ][ STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY: DECLINING ]

Longyu’s voice came sharper.

"Integration attempt triggered destabilization of seal framework."

Translation:

The prison didn’t like what just happened.

A second crack split across the chamber wall.

Sand began trickling from unseen fissures above.

Zehell didn’t hesitate.

She grabbed her spear from the floor and pulled Long Hao upright.

"Can you move?"

"Yes."

The answer was automatic.

His legs obeyed.

The pain had shifted into a low, deep ache in his ribs—but he remained standing.

Another tremor rolled through the chamber.

This one stronger.

Stone dust fell like dark snow.

Zehell positioned herself between him and the nearest cracking wall.

"On my mark," she said.

The descent tunnel behind them began to fracture as well.

Black stone blocks shifted unevenly, grinding against each other.

The chamber was dissolving.

Not collapsing violently.

But retracting.

As if the structure itself were folding inward.

The fractured core pulsed once more—

And then went dark.

Completely.

The silence that followed felt heavier than the tremors.

Long Hao stared at it for half a second longer.

Then Zehell moved.

"Now."

She surged forward, spear glowing silver along its length. The weapon responded instantly to her intent, lines flaring as she thrust the tip into a falling slab.

The slab shattered under concentrated force.

Fragments scattered.

She pivoted smoothly, catching another collapsing section with the butt of her spear, redirecting it away from Long Hao.

"Stay close," she ordered.

He did.

Stone blocks began dropping from the ceiling more rapidly now.

Sand cascaded through widening cracks.

The narrow tunnel behind them buckled slightly as a large section of ceiling caved inward.

Zehell spun her spear in a tight arc, forming a shimmering barrier of compressed air and silver light.

The falling debris struck the barrier and slid aside.

"Move!" she barked.

They ran.

The descent slope was unstable now, the polished black stone fracturing into uneven slabs.

Long Hao kept his steps measured despite the chaos. His breathing was steady, though his chest throbbed with residual pressure.

[ SYNCHRONIZATION: 49% ]

It was lowering.

The core had withdrawn.

The chamber was sealing itself.

Zehell thrust her spear into a jutting section of collapsing wall and leveraged her body forward, vaulting over a split in the ground.

She reached back without looking.

He grabbed her wrist briefly.

She pulled him across.

More stone collapsed behind them, sealing the lower portion of the tunnel entirely.

The construct from earlier stood at the top of the fissure.

Still.

Watching.

As they burst through the upper opening into open desert air, the entire fissure shuddered and began folding inward.

The construct stepped aside calmly.

Sand poured down into the collapsing gap.

Within seconds—

The entrance vanished.

The desert returned to smooth dunes.

As if nothing had ever been there.

Zehell remained crouched, spear planted into sand, breathing controlled but firm.

Long Hao straightened slowly.

The wind resumed its steady whisper across the dunes.

Bronze Squad rushed toward them from perimeter positions.

Colby was first.

"What happened?"

Zehell stood upright.

"Seal destabilization."

"That’s not reassuring," Ryn muttered.

Darius scanned the area with his detection array.

"No active signatures."

Marek glanced at Long Hao.

"You look like hell."

"I’ve looked worse," he replied calmly.

Zehell gave him a brief, unreadable look.

"We’re returning to base."

No one argued.

—

The ride back was quieter than the previous one.

The desert seemed almost indifferent.

As if the event had been nothing more than a test.

Long Hao leaned back again.

His mind replayed fragments.

The house.

Zehell smiling.

The child’s blank face.

Then—

Moonlight.

Blood.

The Shadow King falling.

He closed his eyes briefly.

Was that past?

Or future?

Longyu spoke softly.

"Temporal origin undetermined."

"So you don’t know either."

"No."

That unsettled him more than the pain had.

If the house had been past—

He would have remembered it.

He did not.

If it was future—

Why was it incomplete?

Why was the child’s face blank?

Why had everything shattered when he reached out?

He opened his eyes again as the jeep approached the wall.

Was that vision a possibility?

Or a warning?

—

Back inside the guild headquarters, Zehell filed a second report.

This one shorter.

More controlled.

"Subterranean anomaly collapsed. No further construct emergence. Area sealed."

She did not mention synchronization.

She did not mention his convulsion.

She did not mention the core.

Not yet.

Long Hao excused himself quietly.

"I need rest."

Zehell studied him.

"You’re sure you’re stable?"

"Yes."

A pause.

"If you deteriorate—"

"I won’t."

She held his gaze for a second longer.

Then nodded once.

"Go."

—

His dorm room felt smaller than before.

He closed the door behind him and leaned against it briefly.

The room was silent.

But not empty.

The echo of the chamber lingered faintly in his chest.

He walked to the window slowly.

Outside—

The inner district glowed softly.

Lantern light reflected off clean stone paths.

Fountains whispered gently in the distance.

Beyond the wall, the desert was a dark sea.

Zehell stood near the perimeter balcony.

Her silhouette visible against the faint glow of outer lights.

Spear resting lightly in her hand.

Patrolling.

Even after what had happened.

He watched her quietly.

The memory surfaced again.

The house.

Her expression softer.

Her calling him inside.

Was that something that had happened before?

Or something that could happen?

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Longyu."

"Yes."

"The house."

"Unverified."

"Past?"

"No archive match."

"Future?"

"No predictive confirmation."

He exhaled slowly.

"So it’s neither."

"Or both."

That answer irritated him.

He kept watching Zehell’s silhouette.

Will she be my wife?

The thought surfaced unexpectedly.

He didn’t reject it immediately.

He didn’t embrace it either.

He simply observed it.

The child’s blank face bothered him more.

Why blank?

Was the future incomplete?

Or erased?

He turned slightly, resting one hand against the window frame.

The Shadow King memory was clearer.

Too clear.

The rooftop.

The assassins.

The blades.

The moment of death.

That wasn’t distorted.

That was truth.

And something in that memory felt wrong.

Not the fighting.

Not the injuries.

Not even the numbers.

The betrayal.

The precision of the ambush.

Twenty-five assassins.

Perfect coordination.

They had known his route.

His location.

His timing.

That was not coincidence.

He closed his eyes.

In the astral vision, he had seen it from outside.

The assassins converging.

The leader speaking.

But one detail lingered now that he replayed it—

The timing of the first voice.

It hadn’t come from the attackers.

It had come from above.

From a rooftop that he hadn’t checked.

Why hadn’t he checked it?

He was the Shadow King.

He did not miss angles.

He did not overlook vantage points.

Unless—

Unless he had trusted someone to cover it.

His eyes opened slowly.

Who had been with him before the ambush?

The memory blurred at that edge.

Not erased.

Obscured.

Longyu’s voice lowered.

"Memory obstruction detected."

"By what?"

"Unknown."

"External interference?"

"Possibility."

He leaned forward slightly.

So it wasn’t just a clean assassination.

It wasn’t just a guild revenge strike.

He had been betrayed.

Not outmatched.

Not overwhelmed.

Positioned.

Fed to the wolves.

His fingers tightened slightly against the window frame.

If that was true—

Then the convergence here wasn’t random.

If the Anchor was fractured.

If he had carried part of it.

If someone knew.

Then his death as the Shadow King might not have been accidental retaliation.

It might have been containment.

He stared at Zehell’s silhouette again.

She moved calmly along the perimeter, unaware of the storm of thoughts unraveling inside him.

The house memory returned faintly.

Her smile.

The child.

If that future was real—

Then something had to change.

If that past was real—

Then something had to be answered.

His chest throbbed faintly again.

Not pain.

Reminder.

The fracture remembered.

And so did he.

He stepped back from the window slowly.

Darkness outside remained quiet.

But inside—

Questions were awakening.

Why was I betrayed?

The thought formed clearly.

Not anger.

Not rage.

Precision.

Someone had orchestrated it.

Someone close enough to know his movements.

Someone trusted.

The cliff edge of that realization loomed.

And for the first time since returning from death—

Long Hao felt something colder than pain.

Suspicion.

The desert wind whispered faintly beyond the wall.

And somewhere beneath Ruinsand—

The fractured core pulsed once.

As if listening.

[Chapter ENDS]