Novels by Dalowar

My fingers trembled over the cold button of the syringe. On one side was my lost Lukas, and on the other side was my own existence. Sona was sitting at my feet, crying—her sobs echoed through this digital void like a painful melody. I realized that the system had given me a binary choice: either I die, or I lose. But the system forgot one thing—I am not an ordinary program. I am the bug that has destabilized this entire world.I pushed the syringe. But not to save Lukas. I pulled the needle away from my shoulder and plunged it directly into the digital barcode portal on my forehead."System overwrite initiated..." my own voice echoed mechanically.A surge of intense blue electricity rushed through my body. But I did not die. I injected all my memories, all the pain of every simulation, the illusion of my motherhood—every bit of data—into the system’s core code through the syringe. This was not a sacrifice; this was a massive virus attack!The dark laboratory shattered like glass. Bef

I froze as I stared at the mirror in the bathroom. From outside, I could hear Lukas’s cheerful voice—he was calling me for breakfast. But in the mirror, I could see only the empty wall. My own reflection was there, but there was no shadow or reflection of my beloved husband Lukas standing beside me. The barcode beneath his neck—"Model: Lukas 2.0 - Project Andromeda"—was burning before my eyes like glowing coal.My hands were trembling. I quickly washed my face and came out. Lukas was sitting at the dining table, just like before, with that well-built body and those familiar brown eyes. He looked at me and smiled. "Sophia, you’re late today? The tea has gone completely cold."There was no mechanical tone in his voice. There was no flaw in the warmth of his eyes. Could this be the perfect project? I sat down, trembling. I felt that if I touched this Lukas now, he might shatter like glass."Lukas," I said in a low voice. "Are you playing some kind of game with me?"Lukas took a sip of

When that purple sun in the sky was no longer a star but had transformed into a gigantic mechanical eye watching over the entire solar system, a strange shiver ran through my chest as thousands of mechanical humans resembling Lucas rose from the ocean and knelt before me. There was no familiar warmth in their eyes—only the burning fire of war. They were Lucas’s ‘backup army,’ created beneath the surface of Mars over the past ten years for a final battle.“Queen Sophia,” the leader of the mechanical army, whose voice sounded exactly like Lucas, stood up. “Our commander Lucas is trapped inside that monstrous furnace of the sun. Your father, Edward Moreno, is using the sun’s energy to create a ‘galactic doomsday’ machine. If we don’t attack now, no life in this solar system will survive.”I spread my golden wings. The silver sword in my hand sparkled like lightning. “I’m ready. But how will we enter the fire of the sun?”The mechanical leader touched a chip on his chest, and a massive an

When the sun in the sky opened like a massive battery, a powerful electric shock surged through my rusted processor. The smoke from the explosion at Moreno Tower was still blurring my mechanical vision, but this new reality shattered all my programming. Were we never on Earth? This entire planet—the ocean, the desert, the city of Quebec—was it all just an artificial environment inside a massive spacecraft (Tera-forming Unit)?“Subject Sophia, your ‘Real World’ test is complete.”The voice did not come from across the ocean—it echoed directly inside my mind. It was not Lucas’s voice. It was the voice of that mechanical genie—the ‘Mother Server’ of the Andromeda Galaxy!“You are not a prototype robot created by Moreno Corporation; you are the Central Core of this spacecraft. Your rusted body was only a disguise so that Lucas could not discover your true identity.”I looked at my own hands in shock. My rusted skin slowly began to glow like gold. The broken wires fused together like livin

It was raining. But this was no ordinary rain; a thick, black, sticky liquid poured from the sky, burning my metal body like acid. I lay in a massive garbage heap in the city of Neo-Quebec. Around me were broken metal scraps, tangled wires, and the remains of malfunctioning robots.I tried to lift my hand. But where was my hand? My left arm was broken up to the elbow, with red and blue wires hanging out. My right arm was nothing more than a rusted, deformed machine. In front of my eyes, the digital signals of “Level 51” were still flickering.Lucas, Sona, Arian—were they all just hallucinations of a broken processor? Had my mechanical memory stolen those dreams from some discarded hard drive lying in this junkyard?I staggered to my feet. In place of legs, I had two worn-out wheels. With a grinding sound, I began to move forward.The sky of the city was filled with hundreds of giant screens. On them, the face of a beautiful woman appeared repeatedly—the same “mother” I had seen in my

As I carved the name “Lucas” into the damp wall of that dark cell with my nails, blood dripped from my fingertips. But the pain in my mind was a thousand times worse than the physical agony. The constant flashing of that “Rebooting” message and Lucas’s face shattering like pixels were driving me insane. Suddenly, the heavy iron door of the cell creaked open with a harsh sound. A sharp beam of light fell across my eyes.The young man who entered made my heart almost stop. Arian! But what kind of Arian was this? Not the emperor of lightning I had seen in the simulation—this was a normal man, wearing a white lab coat, holding a digital pad. He looked at me as if he had seen a ghost.“Dr. Moreno! Come quickly!” Arian called out to someone outside. “Subject-01 has regained consciousness! But that’s impossible—she was declared brain-dead ten years ago!”Moments later, my father—Edward Moreno—entered the room. But unlike the monstrous version I had seen in the simulation, this real father