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CHAPTER 28 — A PROFESSOR'S INTEREST
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2026-08-21 14:42:28
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Daisy showed up at the suburb house uninvited but never unwelcome, dropping onto Sera's bed with the particular heaviness of someone who hadn't slept properly in days."Please tell me you have snacks," she said. "I will accept literally anything at this point.”"There are crackers downstairs.”"Bless you.”She didn't get up right away, though, just lay there staring at the ceiling, one arm flung over her eyes, and Sera recognized the posture immediately—the stillness underneath the joke."You okay?” Sera asked."Fine, just final stress.”"Daisy""I said I'm fine.”After a moment Daisy dropped her arm from her eyes and sighed."Okay, fine, I've been having these dreams," she said."What kind of dreams?”"Stupid ones probably have brains doing finals things.”"Daisy""The city's on fire," she said finally, quieter now. "Not like a normal fire. Everything—buildings, streets, Everything I'm running, and I can't see what I'm running from. I just know I have to keep going orShe stopped."O
REBIRTH OF THE APOCALYPSE QUEEN: This time I choose revenge CHAPTER 28 — A PROFESSOR'S INTEREST
The second time it happened, Sera almost convinced herself it was nothing.Crowe posed another hypothetical two lectures later, something about resource allocation during infrastructure failure dressed up as an economics tie-in for the course, and she felt his eyes settle on her before she'd even raised her hand.She kept her answer deliberately vague this time, short, generic textbook phrasing, nothing like the precision that had slipped out of her before.He nodded when she finished, the same pleasant, unreadable nod he gave every student.But he watched her a beat longer than he watched anyone else."Interesting," he said, "though I'd have expected more from you, Miss Ashford, given your last answer.”A few students glanced her way curious and she forced a small shrug "guess I'm off my game today""Mm," he said, already moving on to the next hand.She told herself it meant nothing"Pixy,” she thought later, walking back across campus, "am I being paranoid?”[Insufficient data to de
REBIRTH OF THE APOCALYPSE QUEEN: This time I choose revenge CHAPTER 27 — PROFESSOR CROWE'S CLASSROOM
The lecture hall buzzed with the usual pre-class noise: laptops opening, papers shuffling, and someone two rows back complaining about the reading load. Sera slid into her usual seat near the middle notebook, open more out of habit than any real intention to take notes.Professor Crowe swept in the way he always did, unhurried, commanding without ever seeming to try for it, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, the kind of professor students genuinely liked instead of merely tolerated."Settle in, everyone," he said, setting his materials down at the front. "Today we're doing something a little different.”A ripple of interest moved through the room, laptops closing partway, students sitting up straighter."I want to run a thought experiment," he continued, "purely hypothetical, of course.”He clicked through to a slide showing a simple diagram of a virus, a spreading infection curve, nothing dramatic, just clean academic lines."Suppose," he said, "a viral mutation emerged. Highly transmissi
REBIRTH OF THE APOCALYPSE QUEEN: This time I choose revenge CHAPTER 26 — HER PARENTS' DOUBTS
The kitchen light was on when Sera got home later than she meant to be; her parents were both still awake at the table, which never happened this late, not unless something was wrong.She noticed the first two mugs untouched, steam long gone, the way people leave drinks to go cold when they're waiting on something more important than tea."You're up late," she said, trying to keep her voice light."So are you," her father said, not looking up from the folder in front of him, "again.”"I lost track of time.”"You've lost track of time every night this week," her mother said gently, but there was something firm underneath the gentleness, something that told Sera this conversation had been planned in advance.She set her bag down slowly, already feeling the shape of what was coming."Sit down, sweetheart," her mother said, "please.”Sera satHer father finally looked up from the folder, and she recognized the expression immediately, the same one he wore when a data set refused to behave
REBIRTH OF THE APOCALYPSE QUEEN: This time I choose revenge CHAPTER 25 — TRISTAN'S TRAP
Sera's phone rang just as she was locking up the suburb house for the night, the screen flashing Tristan's name in a way that made her stomach tighten on instinct alone.She almost let it go to voicemail.Something made her pick up."Sera, please, you have to come," the voice on the other end said, breathless and ragged in a way that sounded almost convincing."Tristan, what's going on?”"It's my mom; she collapsed. They took her to the hospital. I don't know what to do.”She sat down slowly on the porch steps, her pulse ticking up despite every warning bell already sounding somewhere in the back of her mind."Which hospital?”"St Aldric's, please, Sera. I know things are weird between us, but I can't do this alone.”"I'll be there. ”"She ended the call and sat there for a moment longer than she needed to, something about the whole exchange scraping wrong against her memory, though she couldn't place exactly why yet."Pixy," she said quietly, "can you verify a hospital admission for
REBIRTH OF THE APOCALYPSE QUEEN: This time I choose revenge CHAPTER 23 — CHASING A GHOST
Sera sat in the campus library the next afternoon, her laptop open in front of her. The umbrella incident was still two chapters away, but the overpass was already gnawing at the edges of her focus. She needed a name; she needed something to hold onto besides tired eyes and a voice that wouldn't leave her alone."Pixy, can you help me search the student database?” she typed into her notes more out of habit than necessity.[I have limited access to campus records]“Limited is better than nothing.”[Understood what parameters I should search for.]“Male mid-twenties, maybe tired eyes soaked in rain”She leaned back, watching the search populate rows of names and photos, scrolling past none of them anywhere close to right.The list came back with thin faces that didn't match a jaw too soft, eyes too bright, and nothing carrying that same unnatural stillness she remembered so clearly.“None of these are him,” she muttered[Confirmed no visual matches within current parameters]“Expand the
