All Chapters of HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

[The Mirror’s Edge] The silver coating our skin didn't feel like a cage; it felt like a cold, second heartbeat, an obsidian exoskeleton that hummed with the intent to kill. As we stood in the shallow pool of mercury, the liquid metal solidified into a jagged, shimmering armor that responded to every twitch of my muscles. I looked at the figure in the doorway—the "me" that had never known Dante—and felt a wave of nausea that had nothing to do with the "Sync" and everything to do with the void. We were in the "Chamber of Divergence," the final processing unit of the island's engine. The figure before us was a Replicator—a biological construct grown from the "raw" data the engine had been stripping from us during our descent. It wore my face, but the eyes were a flat, mechanical silver, devoid of the violet fire that my trauma and obsess

[The Sovereigns’ Revenge]Ang bawat hakbang ko sa lupang ito ay parang paglalakad sa ibabaw ng sarili kong bangkay. The air in the Island of Ash didn't just smell like salt; it smelled like the metallic rot of a thousand broken promises. Hindi lang ito basta isla—it was a graveyard, and every restless spirit here wore my face.Napadpad kami sa dulo ng hilagang bahagi ng isla, pilit na tumatakas mula sa mga anino ng gubat. My breath was shallow, bawat hininga ko ay may kasamang lasa ng abo. Dante was dragging me through the thick mud, his obsidian arm sparking violently, making a low, dying hum that echoed the fear in my chest."Dante, kailangan nating tumigil," I gasped, my voice cracking. "I... I can't breathe."He didn't stop. His grip on my wrist was bruising, a desperate iron shackle that anchored me to his world. "Hindi tayo titigil, Ivy. Hinding-hindi kita bibitawan. Hahanapin nila tayo, and I will burn this entire island to ash before I let them touch you."His eyes were no lon

[Ang Alabok ng Kahapon]Ang bawat piraso ng basag na bakal na bumabaon sa balat ko ay walang-wala kumpara sa hapdi ng katotohanang kanina ko pa pilit na nilulunok. The explosion behind me was a roar of fire and dying metal, but my ears only heard the echo of Dante’s voice as he threw me into the void. Hindi ako pwedeng mamatay dito, hindi dahil takot ako sa dilim, kundi dahil ang buhay ko ang tanging rason kung bakit hinahayaan pa ni Dante na tumibok ang wasak niyang puso.The escape pod slammed into the black sands of the Island of Ash with the force of a falling star. Paglabas ko, sinalubong ako ng amoy ng asupre at ang nakakangiting katahimikan ng gubat. I was back in the graveyard of myself.Dito, ang bawat puno ay parang nakamasid, at ang bawat bulong ng hangin ay boses ng mga 'Failed Ivys' na nauna sa akin. I was alone, without Dante’s suffocating warmth to shield me from the realization that I am just a replaceable part of a much larger, darker machine. My silver collar was glow

[The Iron Cradle]Ang bawat hakbang ko sa pasilyong ito ay tila pagtusok ng libu-libong karayom sa aking kaluluwa, bawat hinga ay may lasa ng bakal at dugo. The silence of the Sovereign’s inner sanctum wasn't peaceful; it was the silence of a vacuum, sucking the air out of my lungs until only the cold, hard instinct to kill remained. I wasn't the prey anymore—I was the one holding the blade, and tonight, I would find what they stole from me.Nandito ako sa pinakamalalim na bahagi ng moog ng mga Sovereign, sa lugar na tinatawag nilang "The Iron Cradle." This was where they remade men into monsters, stripping away their humanity until nothing but obedience was left. I had successfully infiltrated the zero-G tank room, my movements fluid and lethal, a direct result of the Replacement Protocol that still hummed beneath my skin like a caged beast.The room was vast, filled with massive glass cylinders suspended in the air. Inside each one was a body, floating in a thick, amber-colored flui

 Chapter 253: Shattered Crown Ang bawat salitang lumalabas sa bibig ng kaaway ay tila isang patak ng asido sa aking korona, sumisira sa natitirang pasensya ko. The room was freezing, but the rage inside me was a white-hot furnace. Standing between the man I loved and the people who wanted to turn me into a puppet, I realized that some deals are written in blood before they are even spoken. Nandito kami sa gitna ng grand hall ng Sovereign inner sanctum. The floor was polished marble, reflecting the cold, clinical lights above. Dante was behind me, still struggling with the fractured pieces of his memory, his breathing heavy and confused. Facing us was the Sovereign High Negotiator, a man whose face was as frozen as his soul."Iteration 250," he began, his voice echoing in the hol