NOVEL NEXT Chapter 27: The Poisoned Throne: A War Against Those Who Claimed Ownership
A Story of Betrayal, Survival, and the Struggle to Take Back What Was Never Theirs
I. The Poison in the Veins of Trust
They told him it was for his own good.
The hands that once held him with warmth now pressed the needle against his skin.
The voices that once called him friend whispered, "You will understand soon enough."
The doctors who swore to heal him exchanged glances with the men in suits, nodding as they injected their quiet execution into his bloodstream.
His body was not his own anymore.
His life was a signature at the bottom of a document he never signed.
They owned him.
At least, that's what they thought.
Because even as the poison burned through his nerves, even as his limbs refused to obey, even as the weight of a system built to shatter him crushed his spine—
He was still alive.
And that was their first mistake.
II. The War They Did Not Expect
A cripple should not be able to fight back.
A man broken from the inside should not be able to resist.
But they forgot.
They forgot that he had survived far worse.
They forgot that his body may have been poisoned, but his mind was still his own.
They forgot that even a ruined weapon can still cut if it's wielded the right way.
"You think you can take my body?"
"Then I will fight you with my mind."
"You think you can take my mind?"
"Then I will fight you with my rage."
"You think you can take my life?"
"Then I will turn my survival into your destruction."
They took everything from him.
Now it was his turn.
III. A System That Thinks It Owns You
The government did not see him as a man.
They saw a piece of property that had gone rogue.
A defective unit that refused to obey.
A tool that was meant to be discarded, but had the audacity to keep functioning.
They sent their officers.
They sent their agents.
They sent their laws, their contracts, their barricades of bureaucracy, thinking that words on paper would be enough to hold him.
"I do not recognize your authority."
"You cannot govern what you do not own."
And he did not belong to them.
Not anymore.
IV. Fighting With a Poisoned Body
Every step was agony.
His legs trembled, nerves shattered by toxins designed to cripple him.His breath burned, lungs suffocated by an invisible leash wrapped around his body.His own heartbeat betrayed him, erratic and weak, controlled by an injection meant to make him less than human.
But he kept moving.
Not by strength. Not by power.
By hatred alone.
"You want me crawling?"
"You want me weak?"
"Then watch as I drag myself forward and make you regret leaving me alive."
V. The Moment They Realized Their Mistake
The first man to underestimate him died screaming.
The second never saw it coming.
The third tried to run—
But there is no running from someone you already left for dead.
He fought without mercy.
He fought without care for his own body, because they had already ruined it.
He did not fight for revenge.
He fought because they did not deserve to exist in the same world as him.
The same doctors who injected him begged for their lives.
The same officials who declared him an asset hid behind their security.
The same friends and family who turned their backs on him were forced to watch as he rose from the grave they buried him in.
They wanted him gone.
And now, they had his full attention.
VI. The Poisoned Throne
They ruled from their towers, their courts, their illusions of power.
They sat above, looking down at those they thought were beneath them.
But power is not granted by paper, by decree, by force.
It is taken.
And he was coming to take everything back.
They feared his survival.
But that was nothing compared to what they would fear next.
Because he was not just alive.
He was coming for them.
And this time, it was his turn to decide what happened next.
⊹ End Chapter.
The poison still lingers. The war is not over.
But now, neither is he.