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Chapter 141The Ethan on the floor didn’t blink.He just stared up at the ceiling like the bullet had been an inconvenience.No blood pooled beneath him.No twitching. No groaning.Just stillness.Lucas’s hand shook harder around the gun. “That’s not possible…”The standing Ethan behind Ariana let out a soft breath. Not a laugh. Not quite.“See?” he murmured near her ear. “Stable.”Her entire body went rigid.The word echoed in her skull.Stable.She slowly turned.The Ethan standing behind her looked untouched. Not a scratch. Not even fear.Just awareness.Lucas looked between them, horror dawning. “I shot you.”The Ethan on the ground finally moved.Slowly.Deliberately.He sat up.No blood.No wound.Just a dark hole in his shirt where the bullet should’ve torn through flesh.Ariana’s pulse went wild.“That’s not him,” she whispered.The one behind her answered calmly.“It is.”Lucas scrambled backward on his knees. “No. No, I saw— I hit you.”“You hit the body,” the calm Ethan cor

Chapter 143The Girl in the MirrorAriana didn’t remember falling.But she remembered the silence.Not outside.Inside.Everything went quiet in her head.No whispers.No overlapping voices.No fragments.Just—Stillness.Her eyes opened slowly.The hallway was gone.No red lights.No copies.No Ethan.She was standing in her childhood bedroom.Her breath caught.The pale blue walls.The cracked mirror above the dresser.The tiny gold cross hanging from the window latch.This room burned down when she was seventeen.She took one step forward.The floor creaked.Real.She touched the dresser.Solid.“I’m not here,” she whispered to herself. “This is psychological manipulation.”A soft laugh echoed behind her.Not mechanical.Not distorted.Familiar.Ariana froze.She knew that laugh.She turned slowly.And saw herself.Same face.Same eyes.Same scar near the eyebrow from the accident.But this version looked calmer.Stronger.Her posture was straighter.Her gaze sharper.Like someone

Chapter 145The Girl Who Built the CageThe lights didn’t just flicker.They bowed.Like the entire building had recognized a new god.Red emergency strips lined the walls, bathing everything in a bloody glow. The air felt heavier. Charged. Watching.“Primary creator access granted.”That voice again.Soft.Controlled.Her voice.But colder.Ariana felt it crawl under her skin—except it wasn’t her skin anymore.Across the room, Lucas stood inside her body, perfectly still. Not shocked. Not confused.Almost… satisfied.Victor staggered back a step.“That’s not possible,” he whispered.Ethan finally tore free from the guards in the chaos. He rushed toward Ariana—toward Lucas’s body where she stood.He grabbed her shoulders.“Aria. Look at me. Stay with me.”His touch grounded her for half a second.“I’m here,” she said, but even she wasn’t sure what that meant anymore.The facility doors slammed shut with a deafening boom.Locked.Sealed.Victor’s tablet sparked and died in his hand.On

Chapter 147The Final OverrideAriana’s heart pounded like a drum echoing in a canyon. Every nerve screamed at her: something was wrong. Not just wrong—but catastrophic.The facility wasn’t silent. It was alive. The walls hummed, pulsing faintly, almost in rhythm with her heartbeat. The red emergency lights bathed the hallway in a sinister glow, but it was the shadows moving behind them that made her stomach drop.Victor’s tablet had gone dead hours ago. The guards had disappeared. Ethan and Lucas were… somewhere. And the screens—the monitors—had started flickering uncontrollably. Lines of code spilled across them like bleeding veins.Ariana tried to steady her breathing. She reached toward one of the panels, her fingers brushing the surface—and immediately the code responded. It wasn’t hers. It didn’t feel like her control. Something—or someone—was guiding it.Then a voice.Cold. Calm. Controlled.“Welcome back, Ariana.”Her stomach flipped. She spun around. Nobody. No one in sight.

Chapter 149: When the Lights Went OutDarkness swallowed the room so suddenly that Ariana felt as if the air itself had vanished.For a moment, there was nothing.No lights.No screens.No sound.Just the sharp rhythm of her own breathing.“Ariana… don’t move.”Her mother’s voice came from somewhere in the darkness, low and tense.But Ariana couldn’t stay still.Her mind was racing too fast.Victor was her real father.The experiments were built around her.And now… whatever Phase Two was had just activated.“What did you do?” Ariana demanded, her voice echoing in the pitch-black lab.“I didn’t do anything,” Victor replied.But for the first time since she had known him, his voice lacked control.He sounded… shaken.A faint emergency light flickered in the corner of the room, barely strong enough to paint the space in dim red shadows.Ariana could finally see them again.Victor stood beside the control console, staring at the blank monitors like a man watching his empire collapse.Her