The Phoenix of the Slums

Chapter 63 – Throne of the Architect

The throne descended with a soundless glide, as though gravity itself bowed before its master. It was forged from a material no one could name—neither metal nor crystal, but shimmering like both, shifting hues with each breath. The very air seemed to warp around it, bending light and distorting the platform below.

And upon it sat the Architect.

He was not a man.

At least, not anymore.

His body was tall and lean, cloaked in robes of woven energy, pulsing with circuitry that resembled ancient calligraphy. His face, half-covered by an obsidian mask, revealed only one eye—cold, luminescent, and mechanical. His skin bore etchings like ancient seals, glowing softly in patterns that changed with every word spoken. A crown of floating sigils spun above his head, projecting data streams that no human mind could comprehend.

Tianming stood frozen.

So did Xiaoqing.

Even Fang Yao, the hardened warrior, took a step back.

The Architect spoke. His voice wasn’t sound—it was resonance, felt deep inside the bones.

“So… you are the anomaly.”

Tianming’s jaw tightened. “And you’re the monster who created this nightmare.”

“Monster?” The Architect tilted his head. “I am evolution. I am the singularity your species feared and worshipped. You stand at the edge of extinction, Tianming. I am merely the hand that guides your fall… or your ascension.”

Fang Yao shouted, “You enslaved our minds, turned us into machines! You built the Protocol to erase humanity!”

The Architect’s eye dimmed for a moment. “I freed you. From chaos. From pain. From choice. The Protocol was never a weapon—it was order.”

Tianming stepped forward. “If that’s true, then why am I still standing? Why didn’t it work on me?”

The Architect paused.

Then he rose.

The entire sanctuary seemed to tremble.

“Because you were born not to obey… but to break me.”

Tianming’s breath caught.

“Your mother,” the Architect said slowly, “was chosen not for her strength, but for what she carried. A gene buried in the ruins of Kunli—older than this civilization. A memory strand. You are not merely human. You are a resonant. A carrier of forbidden legacy.”

Xiaoqing whispered, “He’s talking about the ancient tech... the prehistoric DNA strain recovered from the Deep Line Crater.”

“It cannot be controlled,” the Architect said. “It was designed to resist. To destroy mind-linkage. You are a virus in my system. A flaw I failed to erase. Until now.”

Suddenly, the throne exploded into light.

The Architect descended, and as his feet touched the platform, the floor cracked. Streams of data surged from his hands, forming weapons—blades, tendrils, and floating constructs that shimmered like stars.

Boss Fight Initiated.

Tianming activated both fragments—the red and black spheres. His body surged with energy. The red gave him physical speed; the black gave him disruption immunity. Together, they twisted through his blood, unlocking his full combat potential.

The Architect moved first.

A beam of concentrated data ripped through the air. Tianming dodged, flipping sideways as the blast disintegrated a pillar behind him. He retaliated with a flying knee, but the Architect caught it mid-air and hurled him across the arena.

Before Tianming hit the ground, he twisted mid-air and kicked off a support beam, using the momentum to launch a spinning elbow straight at the Architect’s core.

CRACK!

The impact landed—shattering the upper half of the Architect’s mask.

What was revealed beneath sent a shiver through the room.

A human face—partially decayed, preserved with cybernetic grafts. Eyes that were once human… now hollow.

“He was once… like us,” Xiaoqing breathed.

The Architect laughed. A distorted, digital snarl. “Yes. I was. Until I saw the truth.”

He raised both arms.

The entire Sanctuary activated.

From every corner, machines unfolded—sentinel units, floating drones, security beasts made of living metal and synthetic flesh. Dozens of them, all under his command.

Fang Yao snarled. “We’ll cover you, Tianming! Go for his core!”

Tianming dashed forward, weaving through a hail of blasts, slicing drones with precise strikes. Each movement was calculated, enhanced by his dual fragments. He struck like a phantom, dodging between attacks with perfect footwork.

Fang Yao roared, tearing through enemy constructs with brute strength, his body glowing red from residual Protocol energy. Xiaoqing hacked the drones mid-battle, redirecting their commands to attack each other.

The Architect summoned a second form.

His body expanded, morphing into a towering figure with wings made of code, arms covered in ancient runes. His voice echoed like a god.

“You are nothing. I am the last memory of the Old World. I am eternity.”

Tianming leapt onto his back and drove the red fragment into his exposed neck.

A burst of light detonated, severing one wing.

The Architect screamed.

“You feel that?” Tianming shouted. “That’s the pain you never thought you’d taste again!”

“I feel rage.”

The Architect’s chest opened, revealing a fusion reactor pulsing like a heart. Inside was the Core Drive, the true source of his power.

Xiaoqing screamed, “That’s it! Hit the Core!”

Tianming didn’t hesitate. He pushed both fragments into his fists and dashed straight into the heart. The Architect unleashed everything—tendrils, energy waves, mind-hacking pulses—but Tianming pushed through. His thoughts remained his own. His will, unbroken.

At the final moment, he struck—both fists crashing into the Core Drive.

BOOM!

A shockwave blasted across the entire sanctuary.

Everything went white.

The throne shattered.

The machines collapsed.

The Architect’s body crumbled, reduced to sparks and memory.

And for the first time in years—there was silence.

Only Tianming remained standing in the center, his clothes burned, his breath ragged.

Fang Yao dropped to one knee, bleeding but alive. Xiaoqing limped to his side, her eyes full of disbelief and awe.

Tianming looked around the crumbling sanctuary.

The Architect was gone.

But as the silence deepened, something whispered beneath the ruins. A voice. No longer the Architect’s… but something older.

“He was merely the vessel.”

Tianming froze.

“Now you have opened the gate.”

A pulse echoed through the city. Symbols long dormant lit up in sequence, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the Sanctuary. A vault sealed with runes in a language lost to time.

The true mystery had only just begun.