Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 21

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 21: Welcome Back, Devil King**

The moment the words “Welcome back, Devil King” flashed across the screen, a crimson tide of blood animation engulfed the entire display, creating a striking visual that made Helen’s heart race.

She didn’t need to ponder for even a second; this was undoubtedly the handiwork of Crimson Serpent.

Crimson Serpent: [Holy crap! Isn’t that our Devil King? Never thought I’d see the day Devil King shows up in person!]

Reaper: [Didn’t Devil King say she was taking a break from Null Zone stuff to avoid freaking out her family in Dracovia?]

Butcher: [Boss, is that really you? Did you miss us or something?]

As soon as Helen logged into the dark web, the chat group titled [Today’s Goal: Make It Out Alive] erupted with a flurry of notifications, each ping resonating like a heartbeat in her chest.

She found herself staring at the cascade of familiar usernames scrolling across her screen, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. It was a little overwhelming.

The last time she’d encountered these names was a lifetime ago—four years, to be precise.

That day had been monumental; it was the day the Morgans’ parents took her back into their fold.

She had felt a surge of joy then, a sense of relief flooding her being, as she finally returned to her biological parents.

Yet, a gnawing worry had lingered in her mind: what if her past in the Null Zone terrified the Morgans or pulled them into a dark abyss of trouble?

In a moment of youthful naivety, she severed ties with the Null Zone, claiming a desire to immerse herself in the mundane life of an ordinary person.

Reflecting on that decision now, she couldn’t help but chuckle at her own innocence.

Why had she been so fixated on family back then?

Her thoughts drifted to the Morgans, and inevitably, they meandered to the Walcotts.

Would they even care about the truth of her identity?

Her long lashes fluttered slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her mind.

But just as quickly, clarity surged back into her gaze. With renewed determination, her slender fingers glided over the keyboard, poised to respond.

Devil King: [Yeah.]

The instant her reply hit the chat, chaos erupted once more.

Messages cascaded down the screen like a relentless storm, a nostalgic echo of the camaraderie they once shared.

Helen’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and joy, reminiscent of the good old days.

A soft smile curled her lips as she prepared to type again, but before she could, a familiar username caught her attention.

Crimson Serpent: [What, done playing normal now?]

That single message halted the chat momentarily, an electric tension crackling in the air.

Crimson Serpent: [A normal person can’t access the Null Zone dark web.]

The sarcasm dripped from the words, cutting through the digital space with undeniable clarity.

Helen’s smile widened, her red lips forming a playful grin. [Being normal is honestly boring.]

Crimson Serpent: [So you only remember us when you’re bored?]

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