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Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex Chapter 122
The Mosaic-World had survived the transition into the "Pre-Existence" pocket, but the sky was no longer the familiar blue or the violet of the rifts. It was a pale, shimmering opalescence—the color of an empty page. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and unwritten history.Leo was no longer a man of flesh or a being of solar-fusion. He was a Ghost of Intent, a shimmering outline of a human form pinned to the threshold of reality. He could see his world, he could hear the frantic calls of the Spire, but he could not touch the soil.And he wasn't the only thing that had slipped through the cracks.The Manifestation of the EgoWhile the survivors of the Spire celebrated their sudden, quiet safety, a cold wind began to blow through the Nursery of the Vibrants.The Dark-Leo did not arrive with a fanfare of light. He manifested as a smudge of ink on the white stone floors. He was the "Original Sin"—the embodiment of every selfish impulse, every moment of Thorne-arrogance, and the raw
Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex Chapter 121
Leo did not fall through the red rift; he was unwritten.The violet fire of his solar fusion, the obsidian weight of his suit, and even the memories of the Mosaic-World were peeled away like layers of old paint. He arrived in the Pre-Existence—a void so absolute it made the Architects’ Throne Room look like a crowded city. There was no light, no dark, and no gravity. There was only a vast, infinite Canvas of white possibility.In the center of this nothingness sat a figure that was neither geometric nor human. It was a silhouette of shifting ink, a smudge of creative intent that held a quill made of collapsed dimensions.This was the True Designer."The stress-test is complete," the Designer spoke. The voice didn't come from a throat; it was the vibration of a thought forming in the vacuum. "121 iterations of the Vance-Thorne lineage. A million variables of pain, love, and defiance. You are the first 'Anomaly' to reach the inkwell without breaking."The Revelation of the Stress-TestL
Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex Chapter 120
The golden geometry of the Architects’ Throne Room didn't just surround Leo; it invaded him. The transition was a violent subtraction of his senses. One moment, he was breathing the ozone-rich air of the Mosaic-Spire, smelling the salt of Meilin’s tears; the next, he was standing in a cathedral of pure, silent math.The Throne Room was a hyper-structure that existed outside of time, a place where the stars looked like tiny, frozen sparks on a vast, dark canvas."Let me back in!" Leo roared, his violet frequency slamming against the golden walls. The sound didn't echo; it was simply absorbed, processed, and neutralized. "You lied! You showed me a tomb!"The central Architect—the one with the shifting, geometric face—didn't move. "We showed you the logical conclusion of your desire. You asked for a world untouched. We gave you a world that can never be changed. Is that not the definition of peace?"The Hall of Shattered MirrorsThe Architect gestured to the surrounding void, and suddenl
Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex Chapter 119
The violet glow of Leo’s new form pulsed like a dying star against the cold steel of the Spire. Around him, the air hummed with a terrifying, ionizing heat. He was a raw nerve of the universe, a broadcast of pure existence that threatened to ignite the very atmosphere. Meilin stood just out of reach, her face illuminated by the flickering light of a man she could no longer hold.The tension was snapped not by a sound, but by a sudden, absolute Stillness.The rifts in the sky didn't flicker; they froze. The wind died. The very atoms of the room seemed to lock into a perfect, crystalline lattice. From the center of the deck, the light didn't change—it simply expanded. Three figures materialized, tall and translucent, their bodies composed of shifting equations and golden geometry.The Grand Architects had arrived.The Negotiation of RealityThey did not strike. They did not erase. They simply stood, and the weight of their presence forced everyone—Meilin, Lucian, Aris—to their knees. On
Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex Chapter 118
The "Shadow-Double" did not arrive through a rift. It manifested within the Spire itself, born from the very air Leo breathed.It appeared not as a monster, but as a void in the shape of a man. It was the Null-Leo. It had no white hair, no glass suit, and no violet light. It was a silhouette of absolute, light-drinking blackness—a being of pure "Anti-Noise." It was the manifestation of the silence Leo had once craved when the burden of his legacy felt too heavy to bear."It’s not from another timeline," Aris whispered, his golden filaments retreating in terror. "It’s a mathematical subtraction. It’s the version of you that never happened, Leo. It’s the 'Nothing' that the Keepers want us all to be."The Duel of FrequenciesThe Null-Leo walked toward the containment chamber. It didn't use a blade or a beam. Everywhere it stepped, the color in the room simply ceased to exist. The emerald moss on the walls turned to gray ash; the gold filaments of the consoles went dark.Leo stood to meet
Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex Chapter 117
The "Averaging" did not arrive with a roar. It arrived as a subtle thieving of color.At first, it was the Techno-Forests. The vibrant, iridescent greens and deep purples of the Andean canopy began to fade, settling into a uniform, dull slate. Then, the music of the city changed. The chaotic, beautiful overlap of human laughter, Mimic chimes, and Remainder hums began to synchronize into a single, monotonous drone—a frequency that was neither happy nor sad. It was simply efficient.In the Spire, Leo watched the monitors through his quartz visor. He saw the "Noise" levels on the sensors plummeting. The spikes of passion, the jagged lines of grief, the wild waves of creativity—they were all being flattened into a straight, unwavering line.The Erasure of the SelfThe emotional weight of the crisis hit the command deck an hour later. Elara, usually a whirlwind of nervous energy and brilliant insight, was sitting at her console, her eyes glazed."Elara, the rift in the Shadow-Sector is wid
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