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Please make sure to read part 4, part 3 and the first 2 parts to understand the whole more of story
enjoy reading. part 5. (finale)
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The betrayal stung harder than any mog.
Then… Shami’s Memory flashed… all these times they spent together.. the ome tv mogs.. the jestermaxxing videos.. even the kissing edits their fans made…their strong friendship was gone.
“You short-faced.. gymcel. you think your frame is helping you. even your coloring is not changing the fact that you will forever be capped at MTN.”
Shami said with hate in his voice, a tear rolled down his cheek
Clavicular’s eye twitched.
Shami’s eyes flicked behind him—his only shot.
Suddenly—he dropped the books and kicked backward with a hard roundhouse, the heel of his foot smashing into Clavicular’s wrist.
The gun shot.
The shot echoed into the stone walls—shattering a glass sculpture nearby.
Clavicular staggered.
Shami lunged.
The gun skidded across the marble.
Both of them panted, standing apart now.
Clav held the gun and pointed it at Shami.
They stared at each other, breathing hard. The Books of Ascension lay between them.
“We had something great you know!” K said.
“Think Clav! was all these years nothing to you?!”
“I don’t CARE, YOU REALLY THINK IM GONNA LET YOU ACSEND WITH ME?” Clav said.
“I KNOW YOU K. YOU WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH TO THE WORLD. YOU NEVER GATEKEEP.”
Shami‘s hand trembled. he looked away before launching towards clav with the taser.
Clavicular’s eyes rolled back as K Shami's taser plunged into his ribs, a crackling jolt shooting through his torso. The 6'1 NTmaxxer convulsed, the softmaxxed jaw clenching in pure shock.
But the worst came a second later—
The gun shot.
His finger twitched mid-spasm.
The gun in his hand fired.
Straight into his own gut.
Clavicular’s breath caught. He gasped—stumbled—and fell backward.
Right into the invisible lasers.
Red beams lit up the air like hell’s net.
The sensors screamed to life.
Alarm. Loud. Deafening.
The room windows closed immediately.
Motion lights exploded to life.
Footsteps thundered from the floors below. Guards barking orders.
“FREEZE, NOW.”
The Books of Ascension glowed under the emergency lights.
K Shami stood there, breath ragged, stunned by what just happened. He looked at the twitching, bleeding body of the man who was once his closest ally. he clenched his hands
He ran.
His legs burned as he sprinted outside the vault, he looked to his left and found a small window, the guards are getting very closer, he ran immediately
Hopefuel.
he looked down, 3rd floor… but he looks behind, he has no choice.
He dove, and broke the glass
The landing wasn't clean.
He hit the ground sideways— both his ankles twisting with a sickening crunch.
Pain screamed up his leg. He cried out, gripping the ankle. The books spilled beside him, bouncing on the cold stone outside.
He tried to crawl. Pull himself up.
he stood holding the books, with pain not even a subhuman has experienced.
He fell again, breath shaky, the cold sweat dripping down his face.
Behind him—20 guards burst out the door. Footsteps pounded like war drums.
Everything was dizzy. Muffled.
The pain...
The betrayal...
His eyes started closing.
The Books of Ascension… right next to him.
Almost like a joke.
Everything went dark.
Hour and a half later…
The mansion was quiet again. The sirens had gone silent. The emergency lights dimmed.
It was 5:03 AM.
Chad Policemen were investigating the incident
David Gandy stood in the open courtyard of Gandy’s Heaven, draped in a long, navy-blue silk robe embroidered with golden laurels along the sleeves. His posture was timeless—broad shouldered, statuesque, the silhouette of a man who had once reigned as the undisputed PSL God.
He gazed over the aftermath.
Shattered glass. A broken window frame. Trails of blood leading back inside.
Sighed.
Footprints fading across the polished marble.
The Books of Ascension lay on the floor beside him—all three volumes—one of them still cracked open, pages fluttering lightly in the soft summer breeze.
Gandy walked toward them, each footstep echoing like a final verdict.
He knelt, picked one up.
Leather-bound. Heavy. Ornate.
He flipped it open. Then the next. Then the third.
Blank.
Every page.
Empty.
He ran a hand over the smooth paper, no emotion on his face. Just an old understanding. Something the youth never accepted.
He exhaled through his nose, calm and disappointed.
A slow, distant sunrise.
“…it’s all genetics.”
He turned, threw the book on the ground, robe swaying gently behind him as he disappeared into the halls of his mansion—
Where the truth was never something that needed to be written.
It was seen.
The end.
enjoy reading. part 5. (finale)
K Shami and clavicular way to ascension (Fanfiction) part 4
Make sure to read part 3, part, 2, part 1 before diving in the part 4. https://looksmax.org/threads/k-shami-and-clavicular-way-to-ascension-fanfiction-part-3.1439149/ The hallway was deathly silent, lit only by flickering chandeliers overhead. Every step K Shami and Clavicular took was muffled...
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Clavicular’s face was unreadable.
Shami’s heart pounded.
Clavicular laughed, cold and precise.
Shami gritted his teeth.
The betrayal stung harder than any mog.
Then… Shami’s Memory flashed… all these times they spent together.. the ome tv mogs.. the jestermaxxing videos.. even the kissing edits their fans made…their strong friendship was gone.
“You short-faced.. gymcel. you think your frame is helping you. even your coloring is not changing the fact that you will forever be capped at MTN.”
Shami said with hate in his voice, a tear rolled down his cheek
Clavicular’s eye twitched.
Clavicular cocked the gun.
Shami’s eyes flicked behind him—his only shot.
Suddenly—he dropped the books and kicked backward with a hard roundhouse, the heel of his foot smashing into Clavicular’s wrist.
The gun shot.
The shot echoed into the stone walls—shattering a glass sculpture nearby.
Clavicular staggered.
Shami lunged.
The gun skidded across the marble.
Both of them panted, standing apart now.
Clav held the gun and pointed it at Shami.
K Shami reach into his coat—pulling out a pocket taser.
They stared at each other, breathing hard. The Books of Ascension lay between them.
“We had something great you know!” K said.
“Think Clav! was all these years nothing to you?!”
“I don’t CARE, YOU REALLY THINK IM GONNA LET YOU ACSEND WITH ME?” Clav said.
“I KNOW YOU K. YOU WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH TO THE WORLD. YOU NEVER GATEKEEP.”
Shami‘s hand trembled. he looked away before launching towards clav with the taser.
Clavicular’s eyes rolled back as K Shami's taser plunged into his ribs, a crackling jolt shooting through his torso. The 6'1 NTmaxxer convulsed, the softmaxxed jaw clenching in pure shock.
But the worst came a second later—
The gun shot.
His finger twitched mid-spasm.
The gun in his hand fired.
Straight into his own gut.
Clavicular’s breath caught. He gasped—stumbled—and fell backward.
Right into the invisible lasers.
Red beams lit up the air like hell’s net.
The sensors screamed to life.
Alarm. Loud. Deafening.
The room windows closed immediately.
Motion lights exploded to life.
Footsteps thundered from the floors below. Guards barking orders.
“FREEZE, NOW.”
The Books of Ascension glowed under the emergency lights.
K Shami stood there, breath ragged, stunned by what just happened. He looked at the twitching, bleeding body of the man who was once his closest ally. he clenched his hands
He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed the books, shoved them into his jacket, and jumped over Clavicular’s motionless body.
He ran.
His legs burned as he sprinted outside the vault, he looked to his left and found a small window, the guards are getting very closer, he ran immediately
Hopefuel.
he looked down, 3rd floor… but he looks behind, he has no choice.
He dove, and broke the glass
The landing wasn't clean.
He hit the ground sideways— both his ankles twisting with a sickening crunch.
Pain screamed up his leg. He cried out, gripping the ankle. The books spilled beside him, bouncing on the cold stone outside.
He tried to crawl. Pull himself up.
he stood holding the books, with pain not even a subhuman has experienced.
He fell again, breath shaky, the cold sweat dripping down his face.
Behind him—20 guards burst out the door. Footsteps pounded like war drums.
K Shami looked up toward the rising moon, blurry, pale in his vision.
Everything was dizzy. Muffled.
The pain...
The betrayal...
His eyes started closing.
The Books of Ascension… right next to him.
Almost like a joke.
Then suddenly.. he felt 2 bullets hit his back.
Everything went dark.
Hour and a half later…
The mansion was quiet again. The sirens had gone silent. The emergency lights dimmed.
It was 5:03 AM.
Chad Policemen were investigating the incident
David Gandy stood in the open courtyard of Gandy’s Heaven, draped in a long, navy-blue silk robe embroidered with golden laurels along the sleeves. His posture was timeless—broad shouldered, statuesque, the silhouette of a man who had once reigned as the undisputed PSL God.
He gazed over the aftermath.
Shattered glass. A broken window frame. Trails of blood leading back inside.
Sighed.
Footprints fading across the polished marble.
The Books of Ascension lay on the floor beside him—all three volumes—one of them still cracked open, pages fluttering lightly in the soft summer breeze.
Gandy walked toward them, each footstep echoing like a final verdict.
He knelt, picked one up.
Leather-bound. Heavy. Ornate.
He flipped it open. Then the next. Then the third.
Blank.
Every page.
Empty.
He ran a hand over the smooth paper, no emotion on his face. Just an old understanding. Something the youth never accepted.
He exhaled through his nose, calm and disappointed.
He held the book at his side. Looked out over the sleeping estate, golden light now breaking across the horizon.
A slow, distant sunrise.
“…it’s all genetics.”
He turned, threw the book on the ground, robe swaying gently behind him as he disappeared into the halls of his mansion—
Where the truth was never something that needed to be written.
It was seen.
The end.
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