MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 131: THE ANCHOR BENEATH STONE

Chapter 131 — THE ANCHOR BENEATH STONE

The desert was quiet in a way that felt unnatural. Not peaceful. Watchful.

Ruinsand’s eastern wall stood intact behind them, but no one believed it would remain untouched forever. The Sovereign construct still rested half-submerged beyond the dunes, dormant but not gone. Its presence lingered like a blade sheathed but ready.

Long Hao walked slowly.

Not because he was weak.

Because Zehell would not let him rush.

"You’re walking too fast," she said flatly.

He glanced sideways at her.

"I’m not."

"You are."

Colby snorted quietly from behind them.

"She’s right."

Marek elbowed him immediately.

"Not helpful."

Zehell didn’t look back.

Her spear rested across her shoulder, casual posture disguising how tightly she was monitoring him. Every slight hitch in his breath. Every micro-stagger in his step.

After the blackout, the Guild had insisted on escort.

Long Hao refused.

So Bronze Squad came instead.

Not as escort.

As decision.

They had left Ruinsand before dawn.

No announcement.

No ceremony.

No one needed to know where Sovereign authority walked.

They crossed a ridge of broken stone that marked the old territorial boundary. Once past it, the air felt different. Thinner.

Less regulated.

Zehell finally slowed.

"We’re clear."

Long Hao glanced behind them.

"Clear?"

"We’re outside Ruinsand’s jurisdiction."

She met his gaze directly.

"And outside its correction radius."

That made him pause.

"You’re sure?"

She nodded.

"High Command confirmed before we left. The Sovereign construct’s observation field doesn’t extend beyond the third ridge."

Colby added quietly, "We’re technically fugitives now."

Marek sighed.

"Speak for yourself."

Zehell ignored them.

"We’ve escaped Ruinsand."

The words settled between them.

Not triumphant.

Strategic.

Long Hao exhaled slowly.

"So this is exile."

"It’s relocation," she corrected.

He almost smiled.

They walked further into rough terrain where dunes gave way to jagged stone formations rising from sand like broken teeth. Wind whistled through narrow gaps in rock, creating low haunting tones.

The terrain shifted subtly.

Less desert.

More ancient.

Long Hao felt it first.

A faint vibration beneath his sternum.

Subtle.

Like a pulse that didn’t belong to his heartbeat.

He stopped mid-step.

Zehell stopped instantly.

"What?"

He didn’t answer immediately.

His hand pressed lightly against his chest.

Inside—

The triangular lattice flickered.

Longyu spoke first.

"External resonance detected."

The silver fragment followed.

"Familiar signature."

The pulse beneath his skin intensified.

Not painful.

Calling.

"There’s something ahead," he said quietly.

Zehell’s expression sharpened.

"Enemy?"

"No."

The word came instinctively.

"Anchor."

The wind shifted.

Colby frowned.

"Anchor like the chamber beneath Ruinsand?"

Long Hao nodded once.

Marek’s jaw tightened.

"That didn’t go well last time."

Zehell stepped closer to Long Hao, not touching him but within reach.

"Direction."

He closed his eyes briefly.

The pulse tugged left.

Toward a narrow canyon carved between two towering rock walls.

"There."

They moved carefully through the stone corridor. The wind died the deeper they went. Sand thinned. Stone darkened.

The temperature dropped.

By the time they emerged from the canyon’s end, the landscape had transformed entirely.

Before them stood a cliff face.

At its base—

A cave mouth.

Natural in shape.

But not natural in presence.

It was too symmetrical.

Too centered.

Like something had hollowed it deliberately.

The pulse in his chest flared sharply.

Zehell saw it.

"You’re reacting."

"Yes."

The glow beneath his skin flickered faintly along his collarbone.

Colby muttered, "I don’t like caves."

Marek replied, "No one does."

Zehell stepped slightly in front of Long Hao.

"Let me go first."

He shook his head.

"It’s calling me."

"And that’s exactly why I’m going first."

Silence.

He studied her face.

Determination. Concern. Something deeper.

"Together," he said finally.

She held his gaze for a long moment.

Then nodded.

They entered.

The cave air was cold and dry. No animal scent. No decay. No moisture.

Just stone.

Their footsteps echoed softly.

The deeper they moved, the more the cave walls shifted from rough natural rock to smoother carved surfaces. Lines faintly etched along the stone began glowing faint silver.

Long Hao’s core responded immediately.

The triangular lattice inside the void brightened.

Longyu’s voice softened.

"It is another node."

The silver fragment confirmed.

"Sub-anchor structure."

They rounded a bend.

The cave opened abruptly into a vast chamber.

Circular.

Perfectly formed.

At its center—

A pillar of dark stone rose from the floor.

And embedded within it—

An object.

Not metallic.

Not crystal.

Something between.

A core-like structure suspended in carved stone rings.

It pulsed once.

The same frequency as his chest.

The same resonance as the original anchor beneath Ruinsand.

Zehell inhaled slowly.

"That’s not natural."

"No," he whispered.

"It’s not."

The chamber walls were lined with inscriptions.

Not language.

Not sigils.

Patterns.

Rotational diagrams.

Evolution spirals.

Planetary mapping.

Longyu’s voice carried quiet reverence.

"The Sovereign network."

The silver fragment added:

"Anchor chain. Decentralized enforcement nodes."

Long Hao stepped forward slowly.

The pulse intensified with each step.

Not threatening.

Welcoming.

Zehell grabbed his wrist suddenly.

"Wait."

He paused.

"What?"

"You blacked out last time."

"I know."

"And you saw things."

He didn’t deny it.

She stepped closer.

"If you touch it, and it pulls you under again—"

"It won’t."

"You don’t know that."

He met her gaze.

"You’ll anchor me."

The words landed heavier than he expected.

Her grip tightened slightly.

She didn’t look away.

"I will."

Silence stretched.

Bronze Squad remained near the chamber entrance, tense but not interfering.

Long Hao turned back toward the pillar.

He stepped within arm’s reach.

The suspended anchor glowed brighter.

Inside—

The triangular lattice stabilized unexpectedly.

Longyu sounded surprised.

"It recognizes you."

The silver fragment spoke lower.

"It registers dual authority."

Long Hao lifted his hand.

Slowly.

Carefully.

He did not grab.

He placed his palm lightly against the stone ring encasing the core.

The reaction was immediate.

The chamber lit.

Not explosively.

In layers.

Circular inscriptions ignited along the walls in synchronized rotation.

The anchor pulsed brighter.

The pulse in his chest matched perfectly.

Inside—

The triangular lattice expanded.

Lines of connection radiated outward beyond Ruinsand’s anchor.

A network.

Multiple nodes across the continent.

Some active.

Some dormant.

Some—

Broken.

Longyu whispered.

"It was never one construct."

The silver fragment added.

"It was a system."

The chamber floor trembled faintly.

Not collapse.

Activation.

Zehell stepped closer to him, one hand on his back now without hesitation.

"Talk to me."

"It’s... mapping."

"Mapping what?"

"Correction zones."

Her expression hardened.

"Here?"

"No."

He inhaled sharply.

"It’s showing other anchors."

The light intensified.

Symbols across the wall shifted into clear projections.

Three other nodes lit faintly on the far edges of the chamber’s map.

One pulsed red.

One dim silver.

One black.

The silver fragment’s tone changed.

"Black node unresponsive."

Longyu’s voice sharpened.

"Suppressed."

Long Hao focused harder.

The red node pulsed irregularly.

"Active correction underway."

The dim silver one flickered weakly.

"Fragment host nearby," the silver fragment murmured.

The chamber trembled harder this time.

A deeper vibration beneath stone.

Zehell felt it.

"That’s not you, is it?"

"No."

The anchor pulsed again.

And something else responded.

From the darkness along the chamber walls.

Stone shifted.

At first, it seemed like shadow.

Then—

Movement.

Large shapes detached from the walls.

Humanoid.

Carved.

Massive.

Golems.

Ancient constructs of stone and engraved sigils.

Their eyes ignited faint amber.

Bronze Squad reacted instantly.

Weapons drawn.

Colby swore loudly.

"Of course it’s golems."

Marek planted his blade into the stone floor.

Zehell stepped fully in front of Long Hao now.

Spear in hand.

"You triggered guardians."

The golems took one synchronized step forward.

The chamber echoed with the sound of grinding stone.

Inside—

The silver fragment spoke calmly.

"Anchor defense protocol."

Longyu’s voice tightened.

"They do not recognize shared authority."

Long Hao removed his hand from the pillar slowly.

The chamber dimmed slightly.

But the golems did not.

They continued forward.

Measured.

Deliberate.

Testing.

Zehell’s stance lowered slightly.

"You can command them?"

"I don’t know."

The first golem’s foot slammed down hard enough to crack stone beneath it.

The others spread outward.

Encircling.

Bronze Squad tightened formation instinctively.

Colby whispered, "We should have stayed in Ruinsand."

Marek muttered back, "Shut up."

The anchor pulsed one final time.

As if observing.

As if waiting.

The lead golem raised its arm.

Stone fingers unfurled.

And then—

They charged.

[Chapter ENDS]