All Chapters of HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

[The Weight of Forever] Ang bawat hininga ko ay may lasa ng alat at kamatayan, isang paalala na ang dagat na ito ang siyang magiging huling saksi sa aming pag-ibig o sa aming pagwawakas. The silence of the open ocean was more terrifying than the explosions we left behind; it was a vast, indifferent void that didn't care if a King and his Asset drowned in its depths. My lungs burned, and my heart felt like a dying star, flickering with the last bit of hope I had for the man in my arms. Nakaahon kami sa wakas, pero wala na ang skiff. We were clinging to a jagged piece of floating wreckage—isang bahagi ng sirang pader mula sa Sovereign laboratory. The Island of Ash was gone, swallowed by the "Blood-Red Tide," leaving nothing but smoke on the horizon.Dante was barel

[Memory Leak]Ang bawat hininga ko ay hindi na akin, kundi isang masangsang na amoy ng bakal at takot na nagmumula sa isang nakaraan na hindi ko kailanman dapat pinasok. The "Obsidian Forge" vanished, replaced by a cold, sterile room that felt like a tomb. I wasn't Ivy anymore; I was a passenger in the mind of a boy who was being taught that love was just another word for pain.I am trapped in a "Memory Leak." The surgery on Dante’s "Sync" core has backfired, forcing his neural history into my conscious mind. I see the world through the eyes of a seven-year-old Dante Moretti. Standing before me is Julian Moretti—not the distant legend, but a towering, shadow-drenched monster holding a branding iron."The Moretti legacy is not built on mercy, Dante," the voice echoes, vibrating in my very bones. "It is built on what you are willing to sacrifice."I feel the small, trembling hands of the boy I now inhabit. The cold floor against my knees is too real. The re-education I suffered as an "A

[The Hive’s Lament]Ang katahimikan ng Obsidian Forge ay binasag ng isang libong sigaw na hindi nanggagaling sa lalamunan, kundi sa mismong hibla ng aming mga utak. The air felt thick, heavy with the phantom scent of ozone and the metallic tang of mass suffering. It wasn't just a sound; it was a psychic hemorrhage, a collective agony that vibrated through the permanent bridge now linking my soul to Dante’s.Nakaupo kami sa malamig na sahig ng sinaunang laboratoryo, ang aming mga "Sync" cores ay kumukutitap sa iisang bayolenteng ritmo. We were stabilized, but the world outside was not. Through the enhanced neural link, I could feel the "Hive"—the millions of citizens connected to the Regency’s network. Without a King on the throne to regulate the frequency, the system was cannibalizing its hosts."Dante... nararamdaman mo ba?" tanong ko, ang boses ko ay nanginginig sa bigat ng mga emosyong hindi sa akin.He nodded, his face pale and his silver-tech arm twitching. The Regency was a para

[ The Ghost in the Machine]Ang bawat salita ng aking patay na biyenan ay tila isang malamig na kapirasong bakal na bumaon nang malalim sa aking utak, muling gumigising sa dilim na pilit kong itinatakwil. The penthouse room went ice-cold, the ambient indigo lights of our dual-core "Sync" suddenly flickering against a dominant, predatory crimson that bled from the throne’s platform. Julian Moretti was supposed to be a corpse, a memory I had choked out of my own mind in the Obsidian Forge, but here he stood—the original monster, smiling at the wreckage he had made of his son.Julian stepped out of the shadow of the rotating throne, his posture identical to the giant who had branded a seven-year-old boy in the cellar. He didn't look like a man who had been hiding; he looked like a king who had simply stepped away from his seat to watch his dogs fight. Dante’s human hand went completely rigid against my waist, his breathing turning into a wet, jagged rattle as the permanent neural bridge

 [Ang Alabok ng Hari] Ang malapot at mainit na dugo ni Dante na dahan-dahang umaagos sa aking mga kamay ay ang huling patunay na ang langit ay walang balak patawarin ang aming mga kasalanan. The weight of his collapsing body against my shoulder was an anchor dragging me into a bottomless trench of despair, but the Replacement Protocol kept my spine straight, forcing me to stand like a stone monument over the god I had just slaughtered. Nasa pinakatuktok kami ng Spire, binalot ng amoy ng nasunog na kuryente at sariwang iron. Dante’s body slid down my front, his knees buckling until he lay prostrate on the polished black marble, the violet glow of his "Sync" core completely extinguished, leaving only a hollow, smoking wound in his chest. The permanent neural bridge we had fought so hard to forge was now a dead wire, broadcasting nothing bu