Chapter 32: Hail to the Proven (Patreon)
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Author's Note:
I copy/pasted the below from RR, but wanted to share with you too. Hope you enjoyed the conclusion of the goblin arc! Thank you so much for your support!
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Bonus chapter to celebrate Front Page Rising Stars placement! Ya'll rock! I'd love to show more love, but I'm running out of backlog much faster than I had planned at launch... need to buckle down and get back to writing forward. The feedback and revisions y'all are driving make the story much tighter, but I didn't realize how time-consuming it would be. So thank you! And sorry.
Speaking of revisions... voila!
Slight change in Chapter 18 (10/18/2025) to make the stakes of why Caleb is trying to fly under the radar in front of Captain Hatch more explicit.
Added an "Oh Crumb" moment to Chapter 21 (10/18/2025) that shows Caleb at least acknowledging he dun goofed by flashing his skills.
Chapter 18 TLDR: The Mandate is a recruiting front where top talent gets an offer, and often times conscripted if they refuse.
Chapter 21 TLDR: Caleb has a moment of self-reflection that he shouldn't have overreacted to Branson and flashed his status screen to shut him up.
Chapter 18 revision, Cassia to Caleb:
"Obviously, you couldn't have mustered for training this morning because you just Awakened this afternoon. But be warned: it's not what they tell you it is," Cassia continued, her words coming faster now. "Forget all that nonsense about civic duty. It's just pretty words to hide the teeth. The Mandate is a recruitment program, and a cruel one. They're not looking for bodies, not at first. They're looking for talent. They push everyone to find the few who truly stand out, and then they make them an 'offer'." Her fingers tightened on his arm, her expression grim. "And that's the trap, Thal. The offers aren't optional. If you're deemed 'valuable' and refuse their placement, they conscript you anyway. A five-year term. It's their way of saying your talent belongs to the Empire, whether you agree or not."
Chapter 21 revision, Caleb after witnessing Branson punch table:
The frustration was so consuming that he almost missed it when the half-elf behind the counter finally broke the tense silence.
Felicity had been staring at Caleb for a long moment. Her words were a hushed murmur he wasn't meant to hear. "Is he some kind of genius?"
Her statement interrupted his analysis, yanking his attention back to the counter. The fascination with Branson's show of power evaporated, replaced by a sudden dread.
Genius? The word was a glaring spotlight that caught him in its beam. For weeks, his entire strategy had been to be invisible, the quiet, reliable boy in the kitchen. But Branson’s casual bigotry, the sneering use of “dull-ear,” had scraped something raw inside him. For a moment, the frustration had boiled over, and he’d just wanted to shut the man up in the most undeniable way possible.
And he had. By ignoring every one of Cassia's warnings about standing out. He'd just hung a huge sign above his head that could make its way back to Captain Hatch. Crumb. That was monumentally stupid. He had to regain control of the narrative, and fast. Downplay it. Make it simple talent, not a miracle.
"I just learn fast." Caleb quickly dismissed the status display. "So—about that sponsorship?"