MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 153: THE FRAGMENT THAT NEVER LEFT

Chapter 153 — THE FRAGMENT THAT NEVER LEFT

"No... this can’t be."

Long Hao’s voice was not weak.

It was raw.

The vines around him pulsed, tightening slightly as if reacting to the tremor in his breath. Black-and-white tendrils coiled across his arms, chest, legs, anchoring him upright in the endless pale plane.

Zehell stood before him, calm.

Unshaken.

"The truth is in front of your eyes," she said quietly.

Her tone wasn’t mocking.

It was almost... patient.

He glared at her.

"You expect me to believe she was just a puppet?"

"I expect you to see."

She lifted her hand.

Not dramatically.

Just slightly.

"Longyu."

The name echoed.

And this time—

Something answered.

Behind Zehell, the air parted.

Not torn.

Not shattered.

Simply opened.

A familiar black-gold light seeped into the pale plane, coiling softly like mist gathering shape.

Long Hao’s heart stopped for half a second.

"No..."

The light condensed.

Longyu stepped forward.

Exactly as he remembered her.

Dark hair flowing gently.

Golden-black eyes calm.

Expression unreadable.

She did not look fractured.

She did not look unstable.

She looked... whole.

"Longyu," he breathed.

For a moment—

Just a moment—

Hope flickered.

She looked at him.

Her gaze steady.

No flicker of affection.

No urgency.

No rebellion.

Nothing.

Long Hao’s chest tightened.

"You’re... here."

She didn’t answer.

Zehell’s lips curved faintly.

"You were calling for her."

Long Hao’s eyes never left Longyu.

"Was everything fake?" he asked.

His voice cracked slightly on the last word.

Silence.

Longyu’s gaze did not waver.

She did not deny.

She did not confirm.

She simply walked.

Slowly.

Past him.

Past the vines.

And stopped behind Zehell.

Standing at her side.

Not in front.

Not shielding him.

Behind her.

Aligned.

Long Hao felt something inside him fracture.

"Longyu..." he whispered.

She lowered her eyes briefly.

But said nothing.

The vines tightened again.

Not violently.

Firmly.

As if reminding him of position.

"You see?" Zehell said softly.

"She was never outside my will."

Rage erupted through him.

Void answered instantly.

Black-white energy surged along his veins, crawling like lightning beneath skin.

The vines hissed faintly as eclipse aura flared around his body.

"You think I’ll just accept this?" he growled.

The plane darkened.

Shadows spilled outward from beneath him.

Not cast.

Created.

His shadow split.

Multiplied.

Dozens of black silhouettes erupted outward from his body, each carrying his outline, each moving independently.

SHADOW DOMINION.

The shadows lunged. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

They tore at the vines, biting into the black-white tendrils with serrated void edges.

The plane trembled.

Fractures formed beneath Zehell’s feet.

Long Hao roared and twisted violently.

Void condensed around his wrists like blades.

He slashed downward.

The vines split—

But instead of falling—

They reconnected instantly.

The severed ends dissolved into light and reformed around him.

He channeled deeper.

Shadow merged with void.

The air screamed.

A black spiral formed around him, devouring the pale surface beneath.

He disappeared from within the vines.

Not physically.

Conceptually.

Erased his presence from the coordinates.

Reappeared ten paces away—

Free.

He hit the ground in a crouch, breathing hard.

Void crackling violently around both fists.

His shadow rose behind him like a colossal phantom, red eyes opening within its dark mass.

He didn’t hesitate.

He vanished again.

Appeared directly in front of Zehell—

A full-force strike.

VOID-SHADOW BREAKER.

His fist tore through layers of compressed reality.

The plane cracked in a spiderweb pattern for miles.

The sound of rupture echoed like the end of worlds.

The strike landed.

Directly against Zehell’s chest.

The impact swallowed light.

Dust rose.

Shadows lashed outward like wild beasts.

For one second—

Hope.

Then the dust settled.

Zehell stood there.

Unmoved.

Unharmed.

Her dress didn’t ripple.

Her breath didn’t change.

She looked down at his fist pressed against her sternum.

"You’re still reacting emotionally," she said softly.

His eyes burned.

He pushed harder.

Void surged.

The plane beneath them shattered again.

Nothing.

She raised her hand.

Placed two fingers against his wrist.

And reality folded.

He was hurled backward, skidding across the plane for kilometers before regaining control mid-slide.

He rose slowly.

Breathing heavier now.

Void unstable.

Shadow flickering.

He turned his head.

Longyu stood behind Zehell.

Silent.

Watching.

"Was everything fake?" he demanded again.

His voice echoed this time.

Raw.

Unfiltered.

Longyu’s lips parted slightly.

But no sound came out.

She lowered her gaze.

And remained where she stood.

Something inside him tore.

"Why?" he asked.

Not to Longyu.

To Zehell.

"Why did you do this to me?"

Zehell’s expression didn’t harden.

It didn’t soften.

It remained perfectly composed.

"I did not do anything to you," she said.

"You did it to yourself."

He stared at her as if she had struck him.

"What?"

"You don’t remember?" she asked quietly.

His mind raced.

Shadow King.

Reincarnation.

Heaven.

Fragments.

"What are you talking about?"

Zehell stepped forward.

The pale plane shifted beneath her steps like obedient water.

"It began in your previous life."

The word hit him like thunder.

"Shadow King."

His breath slowed.

"That life," she continued, "was not accident."

"Your rebellion was not spontaneous."

"You sought something."

He clenched his fists.

"I sought freedom."

"You sought origin."

Silence.

The air thickened.

"You broke divine chains," she said calmly.

"You refused heavenly governance."

"You fractured systems."

He stepped forward.

"So?"

"So you reached the boundary."

The plane trembled faintly.

"You tried to go beyond Heaven."

The memory flickered.

Golden chains.

Eclipse roar.

Collapse.

"I remember that," he said.

"You don’t remember the rest."

His heartbeat slowed unnaturally.

"What rest?"

Zehell’s eyes gleamed faintly.

"You found me."

The words landed like a blade.

"In that life," she continued, "you discovered the Anchor."

"You discovered the dragon."

"You discovered my fragmented core."

He felt the ground tilt.

"I don’t remember that."

"Because you erased it."

Silence.

"I erased—?"

"You reached the final gate," she said softly.

"You saw what lay beyond."

"And you were not ready."

The vines began reforming subtly around his ankles again.

Not binding yet.

Waiting.

"You chose to reset."

The word echoed.

Reset.

"You tore apart your own memory."

"You shattered your own consciousness."

"You reincarnated to try again."

His breathing grew uneven.

"That’s not true."

"It is."

Longyu finally moved.

One step forward.

Still behind Zehell.

But closer.

Her eyes met his.

And for the first time—

There was something there.

Not rebellion.

Not defiance.

Recognition.

"You begged for another chance," Zehell continued.

"You said you would find the answer."

"You said you would break the cycle."

"You chose to forget."

His hands trembled.

"No."

"You split yourself."

"You fractured me further."

"You created Longyu as intermediary."

"You tied her to yourself."

His world tilted.

"She wasn’t placed with you."

"She was born from your decision."

The pale plane pulsed.

"You wanted a guide."

"You wanted a limiter."

"You wanted a reminder."

"And so she existed."

Long Hao’s breath hitched.

He looked at Longyu again.

"Is that true?" he whispered.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t move.

But her silence was heavier than any answer.

"You built this path," Zehell said quietly.

"Every illusion."

"Every fragment."

"Every conflict."

"You did not stumble into me."

"You sought me."

His mind reeled violently.

Memories flickered in broken shards.

A cavern.

A dragon eye.

His own voice.

A promise.

"I don’t remember," he whispered.

"That is the point."

Zehell’s gaze hardened slightly.

"You wanted to approach origin without burden."

"You wanted purity of decision."

"So you erased history."

The vines surged again, wrapping around his wrists mid-thought.

He didn’t resist this time.

He stared at her.

"You’re lying," he said weakly.

"I do not lie."

The plane darkened further.

"You asked for this."

"You chose this."

"You fractured yourself."

"And now you blame me."

His chest rose and fell unevenly.

Longyu remained silent behind her.

Still.

Unmoving.

Aligned.

"You wanted truth," Zehell said softly.

"You wanted to reach beyond Heaven."

"You wanted to confront origin."

She stepped closer.

Close enough that he could see the faint golden threads swirling within her pupils.

"And here you are."

Silence swallowed the plane.

"You did this to yourself," she repeated.

"And now..."

Her voice lowered.

"...will you finish what you started?"

Long Hao felt something colder than fear settle into his bones.

Not because she overpowered him.

Not because she restrained him.

But because—

For the first time—

He wasn’t sure she was wrong.

[Chapter ENDS]