MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 177: DAY THREE: THE RIOT NODE
Chapter 177 — DAY THREE: THE RIOT NODE
Six.
The number did not blink.
But the world beneath it was unraveling.
It started in a capital city thousands of miles from Azure Dragon.
Not at a convergence site.
Not near a known fragment location.
Just a dense urban center where fear had been simmering for forty-eight hours straight.
Crowds gathered first in protest.
Then in argument.
Then in accusation.
By midday, it became violence.
Screens across the academy command hall lit up with live feeds.
Streets flooded with civilians shouting opposing slogans.
Some carried signs reading Stabilize the Variable.
Others held banners saying Trust the Sovereign.
Police lines fractured.
Fires spread.
Glass shattered.
The Vice Dean watched the escalation carefully.
"This isn’t about Long Hao anymore."
"No," Mei Ying said quietly. "It’s about fear needing a target."
Long Hao stood near the center console, eyes half-lidded.
He wasn’t watching the crowd.
He was listening.
The golden lattice above the world shimmered faintly.
Then—
A pulse.
Subtle.
But wrong.
He straightened instantly.
"It’s reacting."
Ling Yifan looked up sharply.
"To what?"
"To them."
The riot zone’s sky flickered.
Faintly.
Almost imperceptibly.
But the lattice threads above that region thickened.
The Vice Dean’s expression darkened.
"That area doesn’t have an active node."
"It does now," Long Hao said quietly.
The ground in the capital city cracked.
Not from seismic fault.
From resonance.
The air warped above the central square where thousands had gathered.
Arguments turned into screams.
A black-white distortion formed at the center of the riot.
Small.
At first.
Then widening.
News drones zoomed in automatically.
The sky shimmered above it.
Golden threads descended.
Anchored.
The number above the world pulsed faintly.
Six.
But its glow intensified.
Long Hao felt it in his chest.
The golden mark burned sharply.
Not because of Zehell.
Not because of Heaven’s declaration.
Because humanity had destabilized itself.
Fear density had triggered spontaneous node formation.
The Vice Dean whispered, almost to himself:
"This one wasn’t forced."
"No," Long Hao said.
"They did it."
The distortion expanded violently.
Vehicles near the square lifted into the air.
Concrete fractured upward like reversed gravity.
The riot didn’t scatter immediately.
They stared.
Confused.
Terrified.
Then panic truly began.
The mark on Long Hao’s chest flared.
A thin crack shimmered into visibility again.
Wider than before.
He inhaled sharply.
Ling Yifan grabbed his shoulder.
"Don’t surge."
"I won’t."
Ascendant filaments formed beneath his skin.
He compressed his resonance instantly.
The mark cooled slightly.
But the crack did not fade this time.
The Vice Dean activated transit arrays.
"We move."
The world folded.
—
The capital city smelled like smoke and ozone.
Sirens screamed.
The convergence node was not as large as the western plains’ one.
But it was unstable.
Chaotic.
Born from emotional collapse rather than forced acceleration.
Long Hao landed atop a fractured building overlooking the square.
The riot had dissolved into stampede.
People ran in every direction.
Some fell.
Some froze.
Some stared at the sky in horror.
The node pulsed erratically.
Not clean rotation.
Jerking.
Violent.
The golden lattice above flickered.
Not angry.
Observing.
Long Hao closed his eyes for a fraction of a second.
This was the echo’s warning.
The system required instability.
Humanity had provided it.
Zehell had not touched this one.
The mark burned again.
Another faint crack traced along its edge.
He stepped forward.
Ascendant filaments extended outward like invisible threads.
He did not attack the node.
He entered its radius.
The pressure hit immediately.
Not structured like the western node.
Wild.
He exhaled slowly.
Compressed.
Condensed.
His filaments wrapped around the core distortion.
The node reacted violently.
A shockwave burst outward.
He redirected it upward.
The sky flickered.
Golden threads shimmered brighter.
The number six pulsed once.
But did not change.
The Vice Dean stabilized perimeter barriers.
Ling Yifan evacuated civilians with precise bursts of force.
Chen and Ouyang assisted below.
Long Hao focused only on the node.
It wasn’t anchored by deliberate resonance.
It was fueled by emotional spike.
Fear fed it.
Rage fueled it.
Every scream amplified it.
He realized something crucial.
If he stabilized it purely with power—
The mark would crack further.
He had to reduce fear.
Simultaneously.
He extended his voice outward—not amplified by dominance.
But by calm.
"Stop running."
The words cut through the panic like a blade through cloth.
Some heard him.
Some didn’t.
But his presence shifted perception.
He stepped fully into the center of the riot square.
Directly before the unstable node.
The distortion screamed as if resisting structure.
He compressed his filaments deeper.
The golden mark burned intensely.
The crack widened slightly.
A thin golden line split across his chest.
Ling Yifan saw it.
"Long Hao!"
"I’m fine."
He wasn’t.
The pain was sharp now.
The mark was compensating aggressively.
Because this node was born of belief.
And belief was still volatile.
Long Hao did something different.
Instead of overpowering the node—
He lowered his aura entirely.
Ascendant compression to near-zero signature.
The node flickered.
Confused.
It had no instability to feed on from him.
He stood still.
Calm.
Unmoved.
The crowd’s panic slowed slightly.
They watched.
The screaming reduced to murmurs.
The node’s jerking rotation softened.
Not fully stable.
But less violent.
The golden lattice above flickered faintly.
Heaven recalibrated.
The mark cooled marginally.
But the crack remained visible.
Long Hao extended a single filament into the node’s core.
Not forceful.
Precise.
He altered its spin axis by one degree.
Just enough to redirect energy upward instead of outward.
The shockwave burst into the sky.
Golden threads absorbed it.
The number six shimmered—
Then steadied.
The node shrank slightly.
Still active.
But no longer expanding.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
Phones raised.
Tears falling.
Whispers spreading.
Long Hao remained standing at the center.
Not triumphant.
Not dominant.
Present.
The golden mark burned less violently now.
But the fracture was undeniable.
A thin crack across his chest.
Visible even beneath torn fabric.
The Vice Dean landed beside him.
"You can’t keep doing this."
"I know."
Ling Yifan joined them.
"That crack—"
"Yes."
Long Hao looked up at the sky.
Six.
Still six.
But it had pulsed twice today.
Human instability had triggered node formation.
His stabilization had prevented escalation.
But the cost—
Was visible.
He whispered quietly—
"They’re feeding the cycle."
The Vice Dean nodded grimly.
"And Heaven is measuring how often."
Long Hao turned toward the dispersing crowd.
"Then we reduce fear."
"How?" Ling Yifan asked.
"Not by suppressing them."
"By stabilizing them."
The golden lattice shimmered faintly.
The crack across his chest glowed once—
Then dimmed.
Not healed.
Not spreading.
Balanced precariously.
Day Three had begun.
And for the first time—
Humanity itself had triggered convergence.
Not Heaven.
Not Zehell.
The system required instability.
And the world was dangerously good at producing it.
Long Hao exhaled slowly.
"We don’t just fight nodes."
Ling Yifan looked at him carefully.
"What then?"
"We fight panic."
Above them—
The golden number remained.
Six.
But the sky felt thinner now.
Closer.
And the fracture on his chest—
Was no longer theoretical.
It was real.
[Chapter ENDS]
