MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 154: THE DAY YOU WERE CHOSEN
Chapter 154 — THE DAY YOU WERE CHOSEN
Zehell’s laughter was softer this time.
Not triumphant.
Not mocking.
Just... knowing.
"Do you remember," she asked quietly, "why you were betrayed by the Shadow Realm?"
The words struck harder than any void strike.
Long Hao’s breath caught.
The vines around his arms tightened slightly as if reacting to the shift in his pulse.
"Betrayed?" he repeated slowly.
"You think that was coincidence?"
His jaw hardened.
"What did you do?"
Zehell laughed again.
A low, echoing sound that rippled across the pale plane.
"I did nothing."
She tilted her head slightly.
"What did you do?"
The plane shifted.
The pale world trembled.
The vines loosened just enough to allow him to stand upright on his own.
"You don’t remember?" she asked softly.
Darkness bled across the horizon.
The pale plane dissolved into smoke.
The air thickened.
And then—
Rain.
Cold.
Rotten.
The scent of mold and garbage hit first.
The pale plane was gone.
Long Hao stood in a narrow alleyway.
Not as he was now.
But watching.
Observing.
A small body crouched near a rusted trash can.
Five years old.
Thin.
Too thin.
Bones visible beneath skin stretched tight from hunger.
Filthy clothes hanging off small shoulders.
Dark hair matted.
Rainwater dripping down a gaunt face.
The boy dug through refuse with small, trembling hands.
He found half a stale bun.
Mold creeping along one edge.
He hesitated only a second before tearing off the worst part and shoving the rest into his mouth.
He ate fast.
Like someone who knew food could disappear at any moment.
Zehell’s voice echoed faintly behind him.
"You were five."
"No clan."
"No lineage."
"No protection."
The boy coughed lightly from swallowing too fast.
Then froze.
Footsteps.
Measured.
Expensive.
The sound of polished shoes against wet stone.
The boy’s small body stiffened.
He slowly turned his head.
At the alley entrance stood a man.
Tall.
Well-dressed.
Dark coat tailored perfectly to his frame.
Umbrella held effortlessly above his head despite the rain.
His presence didn’t belong here.
Not in this gutter.
His eyes were sharp.
Assessing.
The boy watched him carefully.
Hungry.
Calculating.
He looked at the man’s coat.
The visible outline of a wallet inside.
He swallowed.
Zehell’s voice whispered,
"You were starving."
The boy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Then—
Moved.
Fast.
Not like a child.
Like instinct.
He stumbled slightly as he ran forward, pretending to slip in the rain.
His small hand darted toward the man’s coat.
Fingers slipped inside.
Touched leather.
Got it—
Before he knew it—
The world flipped.
His wrist twisted painfully.
His feet left the ground.
He slammed onto wet stone.
Air punched out of his lungs.
The umbrella never moved.
The man stood over him.
Still holding the boy’s wrist easily in one hand.
The boy gasped, expecting a blow.
A kick.
A knife.
Something.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
It was over.
He knew that.
He had tried something above his level.
He had miscalculated.
This was how gutter rats disappeared.
Seconds passed.
No blow came.
Instead—
A chuckle.
Low.
Amused.
The grip loosened slightly.
The boy opened one eye.
The man was smirking.
"Good kid," the man said.
The words were warm.
Dangerously warm.
The boy didn’t understand.
The man crouched slightly.
Rain sliding down the umbrella’s edge.
"You’re fast."
The boy said nothing.
The man’s gaze sharpened.
"And you don’t hesitate."
He reached into his own coat and pulled out the wallet.
Opened it.
Took out a few bills.
Then held them in front of the boy.
"Take it."
The boy stared.
Suspicion warred with hunger.
"Why?" he whispered.
The man’s smirk widened.
"Because I don’t recruit cowards."
The word echoed.
Recruit.
The alley darkened slightly.
Zehell’s voice drifted through the rain.
"He wasn’t random."
"He was looking."
The man extended his hand.
"Do you want to eat every day?"
The boy’s small fists clenched.
"Yes."
"Do you want to never fear rain?"
"Yes."
"Do you want power?"
The boy hesitated.
But only for a second.
"Yes."
The man’s smile sharpened.
"Then come with me."
The rain grew heavier.
The alley blurred slightly.
Long Hao watched silently.
The boy stood slowly.
Small.
Fragile.
But eyes already different.
Already calculating.
Already detached.
He took the man’s hand.
And the alley dissolved.
The scene shifted.
Training halls.
Dark corridors.
Silent blades.
Children.
All young.
All broken.
All sharpened.
The boy was no longer thin.
Still small.
But stronger.
Faster.
His eyes colder.
He learned to move without sound.
To strike without hesitation.
To watch without emotion.
He learned to erase names.
To erase faces.
To erase guilt.
The wealthy man became Master.
The Shadow Family became home.
Or something close to it.
Zehell’s voice echoed softly.
"He didn’t choose you because you were hungry."
"He chose you because you did not fear consequences."
The boy grew.
Ten years old.
Fifteen.
Seventeen.
Assassinations.
Silent rooftops.
Blood in moonlight.
No hesitation.
No remorse.
He became Shadow King.
Not by title.
But by inevitability.
Long Hao watched his younger self stand atop a palace roof, looking down at a burning estate.
Eyes empty.
He remembered that feeling.
The detachment.
The distance.
The absence of fear.
"You built your own throne," Zehell said quietly.
The vision shifted again.
A meeting hall.
Shadow elders seated in darkness.
Whispers.
Murmurs.
The young Shadow King stood before them.
Accusations.
"Unpredictable."
"Too independent."
"Too ambitious."
He remembered that too.
He had begun questioning hierarchy.
Questioning why they followed contracts blindly.
Questioning the system itself.
He had begun seeking something beyond assignments.
Beyond the Shadow Family.
Beyond even Heaven.
The elders’ eyes glowed faintly.
"We created you," one had said.
"And you believe you can surpass us?"
The young Shadow King had not bowed.
"I will."
Silence.
Then—
Decision.
Zehell’s voice sharpened slightly.
"Do you remember what you said before they moved against you?"
The memory blurred.
He tried to grasp it.
Tried to recall that final meeting.
The moment betrayal solidified.
The young Shadow King standing in darkness.
A flicker of something deeper in his eyes.
Not ambition.
Not rebellion.
Recognition.
He had seen something.
Something beneath the structure of the world.
Something connected.
The vision froze.
The elders’ faces blurred into silhouettes.
Zehell stepped into the scene beside adult Long Hao.
Watching the memory.
"You began digging," she said quietly.
"Not into politics."
"Not into power."
"Into origin."
Long Hao’s breath slowed.
He remembered fragments.
Late nights.
Ancient texts.
Forbidden rituals.
Dragon myths.
The Anchor.
"You found the first trace of me," Zehell continued.
The young Shadow King’s hand touched an ancient stone tablet.
Black and white symbol etched faintly.
Eclipse.
The same symbol that would later awaken in the Long Clan.
"You weren’t betrayed because you were ambitious," she said softly.
"You were betrayed because you were close."
The elders had sensed it.
They had felt something change in him.
He had begun pulling threads they could not control.
So they moved.
Assassins sent at night.
Poison in wine.
Blades from behind.
But he had survived.
Until—
The final confrontation.
He remembered now.
Not clearly.
But enough.
A chamber.
Ancient.
Deep beneath the Shadow Realm.
A dragon silhouette carved into stone.
A core pulsing faintly.
He had reached it.
He had touched it.
And then—
Heaven.
Chains.
Lightning.
Fragmentation.
Zehell looked at him.
"You didn’t just rebel against them."
"You rebelled against the structure of the world."
The vision dissolved.
The pale plane returned.
The vines coiled loosely around him again.
"You asked for more," she said quietly.
"You wanted to see beyond Heaven."
"You wanted to break the cycle."
"And when you found me..."
Her eyes softened faintly.
"You were not ready."
Long Hao’s chest rose and fell unevenly.
"You’re saying..."
"Yes."
"You touched the Anchor in that life."
"You triggered fragmentation."
"You split yourself."
"You forced reincarnation."
The weight of it settled heavily.
"And the Shadow Family?"
"They didn’t betray you because they feared your ambition."
"They betrayed you because they sensed what you had awakened."
Silence.
"You blame them."
"But it was you."
Long Hao stared at her.
The alley.
The wealthy man.
"Good kid."
The first hand extended.
The first choice.
"You think that was coincidence?" Zehell asked softly.
"You think he just happened to walk down that alley?"
The realization crept in slowly.
Cold.
"You placed him," Long Hao whispered.
Zehell’s smile did not widen. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
But it did not fade either.
"You think I only began watching you after reincarnation?"
The pale plane trembled faintly.
"You were chosen long before you called yourself Shadow King."
Silence swallowed the world.
"And the betrayal?" he asked.
She stepped closer.
"Was never betrayal."
"It was containment."
His fists clenched.
"By you?"
"By fate."
Her eyes gleamed faintly.
"You were always moving toward me."
"And I was always waiting."
The vines pulsed once more.
"You don’t remember," she said softly.
"But you will."
Long Hao felt the past pressing against his skull like something trying to break through.
The five-year-old boy.
The wealthy man.
The smirk.
"Good kid."
Nothing in his life had been random.
Nothing had been accidental.
He looked at Zehell.
For the first time—
Not as enemy.
Not as lover.
Not as anchor.
But as something that had been there from the beginning.
Watching.
Selecting.
Guiding.
Regulating.
"You were always there," he said quietly.
"Yes."
"And you let me grow."
"Yes."
"And you let me fall."
"Yes."
Silence.
"Why?"
Her eyes met his.
"Because you insisted."
The pale plane darkened at the edges.
"And you still do."
Long Hao’s breath steadied.
The memory of the boy in the alley burned clearly now.
Five years old.
Hungry.
Unafraid.
He had reached.
He had chosen.
He had taken the hand.
"Good kid."
Zehell’s voice echoed softly in the present.
"You were always going to become what you are."
"And I was always going to be here when you did."
The wind began to rise again.
Low.
Whispering.
"And now," she said quietly,
"do you remember why the Shadow Realm moved against you?"
Long Hao did not answer.
Because this time—
He wasn’t certain he wanted to.
[Chapter ENDS]
