All Chapters of Replaced by His First Love: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

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Chapter 361 The Lawsuit

Silas’s hand is heavy on my shoulder, but his grip is wrong. It is loose, searching for a memory that isn’t there anymore."Who are you?" he repeats. The gravel in his voice is thinner now, eroded by the system’s format.The red light of the lockdown pulses against the white marble of the gala floor. It looks like wet ink. I do not look at Silas. I look at the Null-Drone descending from the rafters, its mechanical lens rotating with a wet, hydraulic click. It is searching for a heat signature. It is searching for a heart that shouldn't exist in this city’s register."Don't move," I say. My voice is flat. "The drone is slaved to the Citadel’s heartbeat. If yours spikes, it fires."Silas blinks. His cybernetic gray eyes flicker. He doesn't remember the drones. He doesn't remember the girl he once guarded in the basement. He only knows that the doors are red and the world is screaming."Subject identified," the drone’s speaker drones. It is a hollow, synthesized voice that lacks any huma

Chapter 362 Drunken Truth

The marble beneath my boots didn't just crack; it unspooled into grey pixels. I lunged for the doorframe, my fingers catching the cold, unyielding metal as the hallway behind me dissolved into a static hum.One more step back and I’d be falling into the blank space of a world that had forgotten how to hold me. A hand clamped onto my shoulder—heavy, hot, and reeking of Moon-wine."Stay still," Kael rasped.His voice vibrated against my neck, thick with bourbon and the sharp, ozone tang of a dying system."The floor hasn't rendered yet. Give it a second."I didn't turn. I couldn't. I focused on the bite of the granite beneath my nails, letting the sharp edge ground me while the mercury lines on my wrists flared, searing the skin like branding irons.Through the digital shroud Silas had woven around me, I felt a different rhythm—a frantic, tiny thrum against my spine. Leo. My son was terrified, his presence a golden secret buried beneath the oversized rags that swallowed my frame.If I l

Chapter 363 The Park Encounter

My boots left the marble a fraction of a second before the floor turned into a throat of gray static. I didn't look back to see the ottoman or the remnants of my life in the master suite vanish.Silas’s hand clamped onto my bicep mid-air, his grip a vice of scarred leather and cold cybernetics that nearly wrenched my shoulder from its socket. He swung me into the dark mouth of the service tunnel.Behind us, the red circle of light snapped shut, and the room where I had been rejected was simply gone—deleted from the Citadel’s local architecture."Go! Move your legs, Aria!" Silas rasped.His voice was a jagged wreck, stripped of its usual military rhythm. We scrambled into the service veins of the Citadel. The air here tasted of ozone and burnt copper, thick enough to coat the back of my throat like oil.This wasn't the polished luxury Kael had built for Serena; these were the city's intestines, narrow and vibrating with the low-frequency hum of failing machinery. Silas didn't let go of

Chapter 364 The Shadow Report

Silas’s voice fractured into a digital screech, the words dissolving before they could hit the air. Gravity didn't just pull; it tore at my marrow as the world below our boots turned into a howling expanse of gray static.I slammed my shoulder against a rusted pipe, the vibration rattling my teeth as the service tunnel's floor vanished into a grid of corrosive white light."Anchor to me!" I shouted.The sound was thin, stripped of its resonance by the high-pitched whine of the purge. Silas didn't flail. He didn't even try to catch himself. His face was a shifting mosaic of blue squares, his cybernetic eye spinning in its socket as it failed to render the emptiness.He was losing more than his footing; he was losing the concept of a floor. The memory of how to exist was being siphoned out of him in real-time.I lunged. My boots skidded over a patch of floor that turned into translucent glass under my weight. My fingers caught the jagged edge of a cooling pipe—one of the few things in t

Chapter 365 The Broken Shield

I hit the key. The glass under my thumb didn’t click; it gave way like a bruised lung, and the world dissolved into a scream that didn't need air to travel.Kael was there, a jagged silhouette framed by the splintered sanctum doors, his mouth moving in a shape that might have been my name. I couldn’t hear him. The Moonstone Core beneath my feet had transitioned from a low hum to a bone-shredding frequency that vibrated the marrow in my shins.I didn't pull back. I couldn't. My palm was fused to the console, not by heat, but by a sudden, terrifying deletion of the space between my skin and the machine.Then came the fever.One hundred and four degrees. I didn't need a thermometer to know; the number flashed in the corner of my vision in stuttering amber script. The air in my lungs turned to steam, and the metallic tang of copper flooded my tongue as I bit through my lip to stay upright. The stone walls, the flickering Shadow-Feed, and the ashen ghost of Kael began to fragment into hexa

Chapter 366 Access Granted

Kael’s fingers twitched toward the hilt, but his gaze remained locked on my hand—on the way the moonstone grain of my skin caught the light of the dying world.The Null-Drone didn't wait for his permission to exist; it drifted forward, the hum of its anti-gravity drive vibrating in the marrow of my teeth. Valerius was watching through those golden sensors, a god peering through a keyhole."Aria," Kael rasped.He finally wrapped his hand around the grip of his sword, but the siphoning had turned his strength into shadow. He leaned against a pillar, his knuckles white."The gates... they’re gone. What have you done to the ledger?"I didn't look at him. I looked at the drone. I could feel the Citadel’s nervous system under my bare heels—a cold, mercury-silver web stretching into the dark. The temperature in the throne room hit forty-two degrees, the exact threshold where data begins to destabilize."I didn't just lock them, Kael," I said.My voice sounded like a command because, for the

Chapter 367 The Standoff

The white isn't light. It’s a pressurized void, a gap in the code where the Moonstone Citadel used to be. I press my palm against the basement wall, the stone grinding into my skin until the grit draws blood.Forty-two degrees. The biting cold is the only thing proving I haven't been deleted along with the rest of the room.Leo’s pulse thrums against my lower ribs. It’s a steady, rhythmic vibration, a low-frequency broadcast that anchors my weight to the floor. In this vacuum, his heartbeat is the only source of gravity I have left.The white fractures.The basement bleeds back into existence, but the rendering is staggered. The server racks are jagged, their edges pixelating into static. The air tastes like scorched copper and ozone.Rebirth City has stabilized for now, but the floor is buried under a layer of fine, gray ash—the incinerated remains of the code Serena tried to purge.I pull my hand from the wall. The

Chapter 368 Blood for Blood

The white isn't empty; it’s a pressure. It pushes against my eardrums until the bone clicks, smelling of ionized air and scorched hair.Silas’s fingers are anchors of bruised heat around my wrist, the only tether left while the basement re-renders in jagged pulses of steel.I press my free hand against the nearest server rack. The metal is freezing, biting into my skin with a reality that hurts."Stay with me," Silas grunts.His voice rasps over the high-frequency whine of the cooling units. A static hiss snaps from the housing nearest us—a sharp crack of discharged energy that leaves the taste of copper on my tongue.I pull my arm back. It isn't a jerk, but a slow, heavy strength that forces his grip to break.My skin feels like live wire. The Mercury Lines—the liquid silver maps of the city’s power—are no longer just under my skin. They are the skin.They pulse with a molten gold light that bleeds

Chapter 369 The Guilt

The white light from the drone’s discharge shears the air an inch above my ear, the heat singeing the frayed threads of my hood. I don’t flinch. My fingers are already buried past the knuckles in the terminal’s glass, the interface yielding like thick, electrified honey as I submerge my consciousness into the city’s Root layer."Move, Silas!" I bark.Silas is a blur of frayed iron and sparking steel. He slams into a support beam, using the momentum to swing upward, his heavy blade grinding through the lead drone’s ceramic casing with a screech that vibrates through my teeth. The machine sputters, trailing black pixels as it hits the floor."Terminal’s live," Silas grunts, his voice a gravelly rasp. He pivots, his cybernetic eye flickering between a dull gray and a frantic, dying amber. "Aria—tell me. Why are we in the dark? Did the Alpha... did Kael send these?"I don’t answer. I don’t have the breath

Chapter 370 The Unholy Alliance

My fingers lock into a jagged ridge of granite that shouldn't be here, anchoring us to the only sliver of the ceiling that hasn't turned into white static.The girl’s weight drags at my shoulder, her scream swallowed by the white noise of the churning throat of gray pixels below. Gravity is glitching, the air tasting like scorched copper as the first Null-Drone recalibrates its weapons for a second pulse.I heave us onto a narrow lip of rendered stone. The strength doesn't feel like mine. It's a surge of foreign current, a jagged lightning bolt shooting through a dying wire.Above us, the three drones hover. Their optic lenses cycle through shades of confused amber, sweeping the area for the anomaly that just absorbed a formatting pulse and lived.I am that anomaly.I press my palms flat against the stone, needing the bite of nineteen-degree granite to prove I am still physical. My chest doesn't heave; it grinds. It feels as if my ribs have b

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