MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The world shimmered when they stepped out of the network, as if reality itself had been rewritten. The city was quiet—too quiet. No sirens, no hum of drones, no flicker of billboards. Just wind moving through the skeletons of buildings. Lena blinked against the strange golden light that hung over everything. For a moment, she wondered if they’d made it back at all. The air tasted different—cleaner, sharper, almost electric.Adrian stood beside her, still catching his breath. His skin was pale, his eyes reflecting faint traces of data patterns that hadn’t yet faded. “We’re out,” he said, though his voice carried the weight of disbelief.Lena took a step forward. “Out… or somewhere else?”The question lingered in the air, heavy and real. The world looked like theirs, but slightly off—angles too perfect, colors too vivid. When she reached down, the ground felt warm, pulsing faintly, like something alive beneath the surface.“I don’t think this is the same reality we left,” Adrian said, s

The morning came slow, as if the sun itself was hesitant to rise over what remained of the world. The air carried a strange stillness, heavy with the echo of everything that had been undone. Adrian stood on the roof of the old station, the one they had claimed as their temporary refuge, staring out at the skeletal skyline where towers once pulsed with endless data. Now they were hollow monoliths, empty veins where the world’s heartbeat had once raced. Lena joined him, her steps soft against the metal. She didn’t say anything at first; she just stood beside him, watching the smoke drift from the east where something still burned. “It’s quieter today,” she said finally. “Too quiet.” Adrian nodded. “The networks are down across three sectors. Maybe the silence is a good sign.” She gave a small, humorless smile. “Or maybe it’s just the calm before someone tries to rebuild the old system.” He looked at her, the early light painting gold across her face, softening the exhaustion in her eyes

The sound came first—a low hum that vibrated through the air, deep enough to make the ground tremble beneath their feet. Adrian felt it in his bones before he heard it. It wasn’t mechanical, not exactly. It was alive, layered with tones that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. Around the plaza, the survivors stirred, their murmurs rising in confusion and awe. Lena looked up toward the skyline, her eyes wide. “It’s the Heart,” she whispered. The light in the towers began to shift, flickering from gold to silver, then to a pale blue that bathed the city in a surreal glow. For a moment, every glass surface reflected the same image—fragments of faces, memories, moments from people long gone, flickering like ghosts caught in static. Then, as if something unseen breathed, the reflections vanished. The hum settled into a steady rhythm. The air shimmered. The Heart of the Signal was awake again.Adrian took a step forward, feeling the vibration deepen. The transmitter in his pocket

The light didn’t fade all at once. It thinned slowly, stretching into long strands that curled away from Adrian’s vision like threads unraveling from a tapestry. His breathing steadied before his eyes fully opened, but his body felt weightless, suspended somewhere between standing and falling. For a moment he couldn’t tell if he was still in the lower chamber or somewhere inside the Heart’s network, drifting in the afterglow of its awakening.Then sound returned. A deep, steady pulse—no longer desperate or uneven—echoed through the metal walls. The Heart was no longer dying. It was awake. Alive. Rebuilding.Adrian exhaled shakily and pushed himself up from the floor. His palms tingled, small sparks of residual energy dancing across his skin before flickering out. He looked down and saw faint lines of gold tracing along his arms like the remnants of circuitry. After a few seconds they faded, sinking back into his skin and disappearing completely.“Lena?” he whispered into the quiet.Bu

The tunnels trembled long before Adrian and the others reached the lower chambers, a low rumble that vibrated through the ancient stone like the heartbeat of some restless beast. Mara felt it first—she paused mid-stride, her brow folding as dust drifted down from the low ceiling. Adrian slowed immediately, instinctively pulling Rhea behind him as if the quivering earth itself posed a threat. “They’re already breaching the outer perimeter,” Mara whispered, more to herself than to them. “The Authority isn’t wasting time.” Her voice was steady, but Adrian heard the tension she tried to hide. The tremor faded, leaving a thick, suspended silence. In that brief moment the weight of the entire mission pressed against them. If the Authority reached the Heart before they did, everything—every sacrifice, every whispered prophecy, every choice that had torn their lives apart—would collapse into nothing. “We keep moving,” Adrian said. His tone was calm, but Rhea felt him squeezing her hand, a qui