A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5958

He strode across the broken flagstones, pulse hammering louder than his boots.

When he halted before the grey-robed man, his shoulders dropped into a respectful bend, almost a bow that refused to feel servile.

"Mr. Morse! Of all places—why here, why now?"

Shock blurred into gratitude as realization struck; the newcomer was Sidney, the wanderer he had dragged from the Celestial Stairway years ago.

And beside him, alive—truly breathing—stood the wife Jared had begged Mr. Sanders to call back from death.

Sidney’s smile was small, almost private, but his gaze swept Jared head to toe as though measuring new dimensions.

In that brief scrutiny Jared caught a flicker—curiosity, maybe mild disbelief.

"Mr. Chance, you remain anything but ordinary. In mere days you have carved forward again. Such depth of foundation—I have never heard of its equal."

His attention shifted to Aurelian’s circle, each of them locked between fight and flight.

"Friends, be at ease. My wife and I come as old companions of Mr. Chance, not as foes."

Tension leaked from their stances; shoulders fell, swords lowered a fraction, yet no one quite released the hilt.

Jared sensed the caution clinging like dust—healthy, he decided, but it could not linger.

He moved through them, naming each face, stitching lines of acquaintance between two worlds with hurried gestures.

The moment the words High Immortal Realm left his mouth, awe rippled outward like heat across summer stone.

Aurelian was first to bow, the rest folding after him in a rustle of armor and fabric.

When the formalities exhausted what patience he had left, Jared leaned in, voice low enough to keep the courtyard theirs.

"Mr. Morse, your arrival was sudden—does something press? And tell me, what do you know of level twelve now, of the Door of Reincarnation and the Malevolent Path Hall?"

Sidney’s fingers threaded through his wife’s; the simple touch hardened his features into warning.

He motioned toward the benches scattered near the wall, inviting, commanding, all at once.

Jared followed, every muscle primed for news that would bruise.

Once they settled, Sidney studied him anew, eyes grey as the robe draped around his shoulders.

"That is precisely why I have come. Did I hear correctly—you intend to step into the Malevolent Path Hall?"

Jared did not flinch. "Yes."

Sidney’s head moved in a slow refusal, each degree heavier than the last.

"Set that thought aside, Mr. Chance. Until you reach the High Immortal Realm, master every force inside you, and unmask the Lord of Reincarnation, you must not gamble your life."

Cold pricked along Jared’s spine.

He tasted iron on his next breath. "You know who—what—the Lord of Reincarnation is?"

Silence clung to Sidney while he searched for words, thumb revolving over his wife’s knuckles.

At last he said, "In chasing a way to return her soul, I walked hidden trails and once glimpsed a fraction of that Door’s truth."

"The Door is no child of this realm. Its birth reaches back to ages shrouded even from myth."

"The being behind it—call it the Lord—isn’t truly alive. Think of a rule given hunger, a vast malicious echo wearing thought."

He paused, letting the weight hang.

"Or perhaps an outsider, starving to swallow this realm. Either way, it cannot fully arrive; it uses that Door and the faithful as nails and claws."

"Malcolm, Morven—those are only pieces it moves across the board."

He finally met Jared’s eyes. "Listen, Mr. Chance. You carry vast fortune and equally vast consequences. The forces braided inside you—the chaotic force, the scent of the Divine Bow—already irritate its reincarnation aura."

"That is why the Door’s master, or the shells it commands, want you erased. But you are not yet ready to face it head-on."

"After this battle, Malevolent Path Hall will drink deeper rewards. It is a pit of serpents now; you must stay away."

Jared said nothing. Inside, waves slammed against each other until thought splintered.

Sidney had just stamped a seal on suspicions Jared hardly dared voice and uncovered horrors he had never guessed.

Yet the fire in his chest did not gutter; it narrowed, colder, surer.

He drew a steady breath. "Mr. Morse, if Mr. Sanders were here, could he break the Door…and its master?"

Sidney paused, lips twitching toward a helpless smile. "I don’t know the reach of Mr. Sanders’s hand, but to crush that master would be, for him, the work of a finger flick."

From deep within Jared’s sea of thought, the Vermilion Demon Lord rumbled, "If Mr. Sanders intervenes, forget level twelve; with a casual wave he could lift you to the upper reaches of the celestial realm."

The demon had glimpsed Mr. Sanders only a handful of times, yet even he sensed a strength no lower or middle world could measure.

Jared blinked. "Mr. Sanders is that formidable?"

Sidney chuckled softly. "He bends laws at will. He can pull a soul back from utter annihilation. Compared to that, the Lord of Reincarnation is clumsy."

"If the Lord possessed such skill, it wouldn’t need Doors or promises of eternal life. It wouldn’t resurrect puppets; it would resurrect people."

Jared turned the thought over. Mr. Sanders could raise a mind erased to dust; the Lord relied on hijacked laws and still delivered only marionettes. The contrast felt like daylight burning through fog.