MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 162: THE MONSTER YOU CHOSE TO FORGET

Chapter 162 — THE MONSTER YOU CHOSE TO FORGET

The pale plane did not tremble this time.

It grew quiet.

Too quiet.

Zehell stopped laughing.

Her expression changed—not softer.

Colder.

"You want the truth?" she asked.

Long Hao’s breathing was heavy, uneven.

"Yes."

Her eyes darkened.

"Then remember."

The Cave — The Moment You Crossed the Line

The chamber had not been empty.

You remember that now.

You walked past the spinning core.

Past the voice that warned you.

Past balance.

Past restraint.

You walked toward the golden chest.

It stood at the rear of the chamber, elevated slightly on carved stone. Not black and white like the core. Not fractured.

Pure gold.

Ancient.

The inscriptions along its surface pulsed in rhythm with your heartbeat.

You felt it.

The call.

Not external.

Internal.

Recognition.

Not temptation.

Belonging.

Behind you, the voice of the core had echoed again.

"Do not open it."

You didn’t answer.

Your hand hovered over the lid.

The air inside the chamber grew heavy.

The eclipse symbols carved into the walls began rotating slowly, as if responding to your presence.

Outside—

The squad waited.

The teenage boy paced.

Kieran kept a hand on his shoulder.

"He’ll come out," he said.

He believed it.

They all did.

Inside—

Your fingers touched the chest.

And it responded.

The inscriptions flared blinding gold.

The lid did not creak open.

It unfolded.

Like petals parting.

Light burst outward.

Not warm.

Not cold.

Absolute.

And in that light—

You saw it.

A fragment.

Not like the black-white core.

Not fractured.

Not restrained.

A sovereign shard of something older than Heaven.

An Anchor fragment.

Whole.

Hungry.

Alive.

It pulsed once.

And your mind flooded.

You saw structure.

You saw chains binding reality.

You saw Heaven’s architecture like a living mechanism.

You saw the limitations placed upon evolution.

You saw potential beyond regulation.

You saw what you could become.

You saw what you would rule.

And you wanted it.

Not hesitantly.

Not carefully.

You reached for it.

Behind you, the chamber shook.

The core screamed.

"Stop."

You didn’t.

Your hand closed around the fragment.

And it entered you.

Outside — The Shift

The mountain erupted.

Kieran felt the shockwave before he heard it.

The cave walls fractured.

The stone entrance cracked.

The teenage boy shouted your name.

"Shadow King!"

The chamber behind you shattered open.

The golden light bled outward like a wound.

You turned.

But not the same.

Your eyes were no longer steady.

They burned.

Black and gold interwoven.

The fragment pulsed beneath your skin.

You stepped toward the exit.

The squad saw you first.

And they stepped back.

Kieran raised his hand.

"Long Hao."

You didn’t respond.

Rhea’s voice was sharp. "What did you do?"

You looked at them.

And for a moment—

You saw them as obstacles.

Not allies.

Not brothers.

Not trainees.

Obstacles between you and completion.

The fragment whispered.

"They will bind you."

"They will fear you."

"They will limit you."

"Take control."

Kieran stepped closer.

"Talk to us."

You moved faster than they had ever seen.

Not in training.

Not in battle.

Faster.

Sharper.

The fragment amplified you.

The squad reacted.

Instinctively.

Blades drawn.

But hesitation existed.

They would never truly fight you.

You did not hesitate.

Steel clashed.

Stone shattered.

Rhea’s daggers struck your shoulder.

You didn’t feel it.

Damon tried to restrain you.

You moved through him like shadow through mist.

Silas attempted traps.

The ground cracked instead.

Kieran shouted your name again.

And this time—

You answered.

"Move."

It wasn’t a plea.

It was a command.

They didn’t.

The fragment surged.

Power flooded you.

You lashed out.

Not methodically.

Not surgically.

Overwhelmingly.

The mountain trembled.

Snow cascaded.

And one by one—

They fell.

Not because they were weak.

Because they would not kill you.

The teenage boy stood frozen.

Watching.

Horror widening his eyes.

You turned toward him last.

Blood on snow.

Wind screaming around you.

"Run," you told him.

Your voice wasn’t yours.

He didn’t argue.

He ran.

He didn’t look back.

That was why he survived.

Three Days

You remained in the cave.

Alone.

The fragment fusing deeper.

Burning pathways into your veins.

Rewriting something fundamental.

The black-white core attempted to restrain you.

You crushed it.

Not fully.

But enough.

You absorbed what you could.

When the storm settled—

You walked out.

Changed.

The Return — What Really Happened

The stronghold welcomed you back.

You lied.

Easily.

But something in you had shifted.

Not just power.

Perspective.

You saw the elders as small.

The structure as temporary.

Even the previous Shadow King—

As a relic.

You stood in your chamber that night.

The fragment pulsing in your chest.

It whispered.

"You have surpassed them."

"Why kneel to old kings?"

"Why limit yourself to shadows?"

The door opened quietly.

Shadow Queen entered.

She had felt it.

The difference.

"You are not whole," she said softly.

You did not deny it.

"You opened something," she continued.

"Yes."

"What did it show you?"

"Truth."

Her eyes softened.

"Truth without balance destroys."

You stepped closer.

"You would not understand."

She did not retreat.

"I raised you."

"And I outgrew you."

The words left your mouth without hesitation.

They struck her harder than any blade.

Footsteps echoed.

The previous Shadow King entered.

He saw the tension immediately.

"What did you bring back?" he asked calmly.

You looked at him.

And saw limitation.

"I surpassed you," you said quietly.

He nodded once.

"I expected you would."

"But not like this."

He reached for his blade—not to attack.

To steady himself.

"You’re not yourself."

"I am more than myself."

The fragment pulsed violently.

The chamber darkened.

Eclipse patterns spread along the walls.

Shadow Queen stepped between you and him.

"Long Hao."

Your name.

Not title.

The word struck something deep.

For a second—

A second—

You hesitated.

The fragment whispered louder.

"They will bind you."

"They will seal you."

"They fear what you are becoming."

The previous King’s eyes never left yours.

"If you walk this path," he said quietly, "you walk alone."

You stepped forward.

And this time—

There was no hesitation.

The fight was brief.

Not because they were weak.

Because you were no longer balanced.

Power exploded outward.

The chamber shattered.

Shadows warped.

Steel met something beyond steel.

The previous Shadow King did not curse you.

Did not condemn you.

He looked at you with something infinitely worse.

Disappointment.

Shadow Queen reached for you once.

Not to strike.

To touch your face.

You moved through her instead.

The fragment surged.

And silence followed.

When the chamber stilled—

You stood alone.

Breathing hard.

The fragment steady within you.

The strongest in the Shadow Realm.

And the only one left in that room standing.

The Realization

You looked down at your hands.

They were trembling.

Not from effort.

From something else.

The fragment whispered again.

"There is no turning back."

For the first time—

Fear touched you.

Not of death.

Of what you had done.

You stepped backward.

Looked at the shattered chamber.

The blood on stone.

The bodies of those who had built you.

The parents who had raised you.

The King who had passed the cloak willingly.

The Queen who had wrapped your wounds.

The fragment pulsed.

"You chose this."

Yes.

You had.

You didn’t lose control.

You chose power.

And that realization broke you more than any battle could.

You fell to your knees.

The fragment burned.

And you screamed.

Not in rage.

In horror.

"I don’t want this."

The fragment did not respond.

You looked around the ruined chamber.

At what you had destroyed.

And for the first time since the cave—

You understood consequence.

You staggered backward toward the broken wall.

The stronghold alarms began ringing.

Footsteps echoed through corridors.

The teenage boy’s face flashed in your mind.

Horror.

Fear.

Monster.

You whispered one word.

"Reset."

The fragment reacted.

You grabbed the eclipse symbol carved into the floor.

You tore at your own mind.

You fractured yourself deliberately.

If this life could not hold the power—

Then it would start again.

You split the Anchor.

You split yourself.

You erased the chest.

You erased the choice.

You erased the moment you became what you feared.

And then—

Darkness.

Back to the Pale Plane

Silence.

Zehell stood before him.

Her voice was no longer mocking.

It was calm.

"You were not possessed."

"You were not manipulated."

"You chose."

Long Hao’s face had gone pale.

His breathing was ragged.

"I—"

"You killed them," she said softly.

"You walked back into the stronghold."

"You ended the two people who raised you."

Her eyes glistened faintly.

"And then you tore yourself apart because you could not live with it."

The pale plane trembled faintly.

"The teenage boy escaped."

"He told the elders."

"He watched you become what he feared."

Her voice lowered.

"And that is why, when he died later..."

"...he called you monster."

Long Hao staggered back.

The weight crushing.

"You erased it," Zehell continued.

"You chose reincarnation."

"You divided me."

"You created Longyu."

"And now you stand here pretending you were betrayed."

Her gaze sharpened.

"You betrayed them."

Silence swallowed everything.

Long Hao’s fists shook.

Snow.

The cave.

The golden chest.

The chamber.

Shadow Queen’s hand reaching toward him.

The previous King’s steady gaze.

Disappointment.

He fell to one knee.

THE DAGGER OH HIS CHEST

It was by his own son.

The pale plane cracked faintly.

Zehell looked down at him.

"You wanted power."

"You found it."

"And you destroyed everything."

"Even the man who took you in."

"Even the woman who treated you like her own son."

"YOU KILLED THEM. NOT ME."

She stepped closer.

Her shadow stretching across him.

"So tell me, Shadow King..."

Her voice turned cold.

"...was I the villain?"

The silence that followed was heavier than any blade.

[Chapter ENDS]