ShadowVane

The Silent Crown of power 
A 1000-chapter web novel of dark mystery, power games, and a genius who rules from the shadows.

In a world ruled by ancient empires, hidden organizations, and forgotten technologies, Lucien Valtore is born into a renowned noble family — not with brute strength or inherited power, but with something far more dangerous:

A photographic memory and a mind that never forgets.

From the moment he uncovers a forbidden vault beneath his family's estate, Lucien begins a journey not of fame or glory — but of absolute, silent domination. As the world watches wars and revolutions on the surface, Lucien builds an invisible empire underground, crafting two vast networks:

A legal organization praised by the masses, trusted by empires.

An illegal cartel feared by rulers, moving in shadows.


Guided by lost knowledge, corrupted AIs known as “ghosts,” and his own inhuman intellect, Lucien begins dismantling world powers one by one — never taking credit, never leaving traces.

But he's not alone.

A rival genius, Cyras Vale, raised by the same AI ghosts and bound to a secret war of minds, watches from afar. What begins as silent moves across a global chessboard spirals into a shadow war that threatens to rewrite history itself.

As myths unravel and the hidden structure of the world is revealed, Lucien rises — not as a king of a nation, but as the unseen ruler of everything.

By the end, his name is unknown to most…

But his influence touches every law, every war, every coin, every prayer.

The Silent Crown of Power

Chapter 16 – Vault IX: Memory of Gods

The elevator leading to Level Nine didn't descend. It shifted. One moment, Shayan and Velka stood in a steel-walled capsule. The next, the walls turned transparent, revealing a void—an endless expanse of collapsing timelines, flickering images, and screams trapped in rewind.

> "Welcome, Monarch," the AI intoned. "Vault IX access granted."

As the door slid open, Velka hesitated. "This… feels like forbidden ground."

Shayan's eyes narrowed. "Because it is."

The hallway ahead pulsed with memories not their own—echoes of laughter, wars, betrayals, and one name whispered over and over:

Velka stopped. "That's... your family's ancestor. The founder of House Veylan."

Shayan nodded slowly. "The first and only man to ever rewrite the world's laws... and then erase himself from every record."

Vault IX wasn't built to store data. It was built to contain Ashoran's truth.

The final chamber held no technology. Just a throne made of bones, surrounding a black cube.

Etched into the cube were seven symbols: Time, Memory, Crown, Chaos, Void, Will, and Truth.

> "This is the Crown Archive," Shayan murmured. "The original relic used to bind the Memoryless One."

Velka's voice was soft. "I thought that was a myth."

Shayan stood in a world of glass. Skies cracked open like mirrors. Giants of light fought creatures made of forgotten moments. Ashoran—young, brutal, regal—held the cube in his hand and screamed a single command:

And then he plunged the cube into his own heart.

Memory collapsed. Time screamed. And the Memoryless One was born.

Velka caught him. "What did you see?"

He stared into her eyes, mind spinning.

> "Ashoran didn't create the Crown to rule. He created it to atone."

> "For breaking the world's laws. For killing the first gods. For making me."

Then she whispered, "You're his heir."

"No." Shayan shook his head. "I'm his replica."

Velka stared at him, realization dawning. "You're not just a genius. You're... manufactured."

> "Designed to remember what others cannot," he said grimly. "To finish what he began. To hold power… not for ambition. But to survive what's coming."

Because the Memoryless One wasn't alone.

And soon, the world would remember why Ashoran chose to be forgotten.