MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 144: THE OFFER BEYOND THE SKY

Chapter 144 — THE OFFER BEYOND THE SKY

Bronze Squad had long since stepped farther down the ridge, their silhouettes small against the endless dunes. They could feel it too—the shift in air, the pause in reality, the quiet tension that followed cosmic truths.

Long Hao stood still.

Zehell stood in front of him.

And from the mouth of the cave, black-and-white radiance began to gather once more.

Not violently.

Not dramatically.

Just presence.

The Anchor.

The great dragon emerged again—not fully physical, not entirely illusion. Its massive form coiled through space without disturbing sand. Its scales shimmered like an eclipse suspended between night and dawn.

Its violet eyes found Long Hao immediately.

"What will be your choice then?"

The question was not loud.

But it was absolute.

Zehell’s grip tightened on her spear.

"We’re not done with this?"

The dragon’s gaze did not shift from Long Hao.

"No."

Silence stretched long.

The wind stilled again.

Long Hao inhaled slowly.

Before answering—

He looked inward.

"Longyu."

Nothing.

He closed his eyes.

Focused deeper.

The triangular lattice remained.

The silver fragment pulsed faintly.

But Longyu—

The evolving consciousness.

The companion who had grown from playful tone to ancient resonance—

Absent.

"Longyu."

He reached again.

More insistently.

"Longyu."

Silence.

Not resistance.

Not pain.

Just—

Beyond reach.

His jaw tightened faintly.

The dragon’s voice flowed calmly through the still air.

"She cannot answer."

"Because this threshold lies beyond her origin."

Zehell stepped closer.

"Stop saying things like that without explaining."

Her eyes locked onto Long Hao’s face.

"You look like you’re about to step into something reckless."

He exhaled.

"It might be."

She didn’t hesitate.

"Then don’t."

Simple.

Direct.

Human.

The dragon’s tail shifted faintly behind it.

"You seek answers."

"You seek origin."

"You seek the truth of reincarnation."

Long Hao’s gaze lifted.

The dragon continued:

"You have learned of Heaven."

"You have learned of your fracture."

"But you have not learned why."

The word hung there.

Why.

Why he had been born into that world.

Why Heaven had opposed him so directly.

Why he had reincarnated here.

Why his memories were sealed.

Why his family betrayed him.

Why cycles repeated.

Zehell watched his expression shift.

Subtle.

But undeniable.

Curiosity.

Not power hunger.

Not pride.

Something deeper.

"I don’t need to know everything," she said firmly.

"You don’t need to walk into some cosmic abyss just because it exists."

He looked at her gently.

"I know."

"Then why are you even considering it?"

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he asked something else.

"What do you think happens after Heaven?"

Zehell blinked.

"What?"

"If Heaven is law."

"And Sovereign is regulation."

"And Anchor is memory."

"What’s the source?"

She frowned.

"I don’t care."

He almost smiled faintly.

"That’s the difference."

The dragon’s violet eyes gleamed slightly brighter.

He stepped forward one pace.

Not toward the dragon.

Toward understanding.

His mind turned inward again.

He remembered the matriarch’s eyes the night he was sealed.

Not fear.

Not greed.

Resolve.

He remembered Heaven offering submission.

He remembered fracturing himself.

He remembered the feeling—

Not defeat.

Not victory.

Choice.

But choice implies options.

And options imply origin.

If Heaven was structure—

Then something structured it.

If cycles repeated—

Something initiated them.

If reincarnation occurred—

Something allowed it.

And if he was not from this world—

Then what was he originally?

Zehell stepped in front of him again, almost forcibly.

"Long Hao."

Her voice was sharp now.

"Look at me."

He did.

"You just found out you were betrayed."

"You just remembered fighting Heaven."

"You just learned there’s something beyond the sky."

"Why are you trying to add another abyss to that?"

He was quiet.

Then he answered honestly.

"Because I need to know whether I was born or created."

The desert seemed to contract slightly.

Zehell’s breath hitched.

"What?"

He swallowed slowly.

"What if I wasn’t just reincarnated?"

"What if I was... placed?"

The dragon did not interrupt.

It waited.

Zehell’s mind struggled to catch up.

"Placed by who?"

"That’s what I want to know."

He turned to the dragon fully.

"If I merge with you."

"What exactly happens?"

The dragon’s voice deepened.

"You will see origin."

"You will witness the force that precedes Heaven."

"You will understand why cycles exist."

"And why you persist through them."

"Will I lose myself?"

The dragon did not lie.

"You will change."

Zehell’s eyes flashed.

"See? That’s not comforting."

Long Hao’s thoughts accelerated quietly.

He thought of Longyu.

He thought of the way she had grown.

From interface.

To partner.

To conscience.

And now—

She could not cross this boundary.

He called again.

"Longyu."

Silence.

If he stepped forward—

He would go alone.

Zehell stepped even closer.

"You don’t have to carry everything."

He looked at her gently.

"I know."

"Then don’t."

Her voice softened slightly.

"You don’t need cosmic answers to be you." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He almost laughed.

"But I need to know why I exist."

That landed differently.

She stared at him.

He wasn’t chasing strength.

He wasn’t chasing supremacy.

He was chasing meaning.

The dragon’s presence pressed faintly against the air.

"You were not random."

"You were not accident."

"You were not anomaly."

"You were design."

The word sent a ripple through him.

Design.

"By who?"

"By what lies beyond."

Silence.

Zehell shook her head.

"You don’t know that."

The dragon answered calmly.

"I do."

"Then tell him," she shot back.

The dragon’s gaze shifted to her briefly.

"Origin cannot be described."

"It must be seen."

The desert wind returned faintly.

Long Hao looked at the sky.

Blue.

Simple.

Deceptive.

In his previous world, Heaven ruled openly.

Here, it hid behind systems.

In both—

Something governed cycles.

Something reset timelines.

Something ensured correction.

And he—

Was the only recurring variable.

Why?

Because he refused?

Because he fractured himself?

Or because something needed him to?

He thought about his life as Long Hao.

Ignored by the Long Clan.

Called talentless.

Overlooked.

Awakening suppressed.

Eclipse System sealed by Heavenly Law.

Too convenient.

Too precise.

He had once believed it was Heaven’s suppression.

But what if—

It was calibration?

What if his life as Long Hao was engineered to force humility?

To force grounding?

To force human connection before awakening?

Zehell saw the realization flicker across his eyes.

"You’re spiraling," she said.

He exhaled slowly.

"No."

"I’m aligning."

The dragon’s eyes gleamed faintly.

"Curiosity is the first step."

Zehell shook her head.

"It’s also the first step toward disaster."

He looked at her softly.

"You think I’m chasing power."

"I’m not."

"I’m chasing truth."

"And if the truth breaks you?"

He didn’t hesitate.

"Then it wasn’t worth hiding from."

Silence.

Heavy.

Human.

She stepped closer until she was only inches away.

"If you go."

Her voice trembled faintly despite her effort.

"And you don’t come back the same."

He lifted his hand and gently brushed her wrist.

"I’ve already refused ascension."

"I’ve already refused dominion."

"I’m not looking to become something else."

She swallowed.

"Then what are you looking for?"

He looked past her—

To the dragon.

"To know whether I chose this path."

"Or whether something chose me."

The dragon spoke once more.

"Origin waits."

"What will be your choice then?"

The desert seemed to fade.

The cave darkened behind the dragon.

The air grew colder.

Long Hao closed his eyes one final time.

"Longyu."

Silence.

He exhaled.

"She won’t stop me."

Zehell’s fingers tightened around his sleeve.

"She’s not here to."

He opened his eyes.

Steady.

Resolved.

Curious.

Afraid.

Human.

And still Shadow King.

He stepped forward.

The dragon lowered its massive head slightly.

The eclipse light intensified around them.

Zehell grabbed his arm.

"Last chance."

He looked at her.

And for a brief second—

He hesitated.

Not from fear.

From attachment.

Then he spoke quietly.

"I will take your offer."

The wind died.

The sky dimmed.

And the desert held its breath.

[Chapter ENDS]