Todos los capítulos de Replaced by His First Love: Capítulo 371 - Capítulo 380

FIFTY-EIGHT SECONDS.The basement floor didn't just vibrate; it shrieked. A high-frequency howl tore through the limestone, rattling my molars and making the glass of the monitor screens ripple like water. I lunged for the terminal, my boots skidding on a layer of frost that shouldn't have been there. In the gaps of the foundation above, the sky of Rebirth City had finished its rot, turning from a synthetic blue to a flat, light-eating black."Silas, get up!"He didn't move. He was a heap of iron and scarred muscle on the floor, his fingers digging into his scalp so hard his knuckles had turned white. His cybernetic eye whirred—a frantic, mechanical clicking—but the iris was gone, replaced by a flickering grey 'loading' icon. The system was formatting him in real-time, scrubbing the Guardian clean of the woman he’d spent months protecting."Who..." He coughed, and the sound was wet, like gravel in a blender. "Target... target identified.

The cannon light did not burn.That was the first wrong thing.Fire would have been honest. Heat, smoke, skin blistering off bone; those were things a body could understand. The Null-Canon gave me none of that. It took the air out of my lungs, the weight out of my blood, and the direction out of the world, then pulled me upward through the place where the basement ceiling used to be.My fingers clawed at nothing.For one stupid, human second, I tried to grab the terminal.Not the Root. Not the Mercury Lines. Not the hidden architecture of Rebirth City.The terminal.The old mechanical keys with blood drying in the cracks. The cracked glass corner where Silas had once slammed his fist and sworn it could survive a direct overload. The ugly little machine that smelled like hot plastic, old dust, and the cheap soap the basement girls used when there was enough water pressure to pretend they were still people.My nails scraped throu

Across the city, nursery doors began to unlock.The sound reached me through the extraction beam.Not as one sound. As hundreds.A soft click in a tower apartment where a mother had dragged a dresser in front of the door. A heavier bolt sliding back in the Citadel's lower childcare wing. The thin magnetic snap of basement dormitories where gold-marked children slept two to a cot, their wrists tucked under threadbare blankets.Click.Click.Click.Each one landed under my ribs.Some doors did not open all the way.A mother in the west district threw her whole body against a nursery door and held it shut with one bare shoulder while her little girl cried on the other side, not because she wanted to leave, but because Serena's voice had made leaving sound like being loved.In the servant dormitories, a boy tried to crawl under a cot. His older sister caught his ankle and whispered his name into his hair until he stopped reaching for the screen.The city was not obeying as cleanly as Sere

The key hit the extraction beam like a piece of broken bone.It came through the light crooked, black-gold, and wet with Kael's blood.Not clean.Not holy.Not a rescue.A debt.I knew it before the system labeled it.DEBT KEY: BLACKWOOD COMMAND AUTHORITY, DAMAGED.RECIPIENT: ARIA BLACKWOOD.PREVIOUS HOLDER: KAEL BLACKWOOD.The key spun once in front of my burned hand. Its jagged teeth flickered between metal and memory. I smelled cedar, bourbon, fever, and blood.My first instinct was disgust.Disgust steadied me.It meant I was still myself.Serena's broadcast faltered below us. On the screens across Rebirth City, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she smoothed her face back into gentle sorrow.But the children had heard the pause.In the nearest sanctuary lift, Mira Thorne stopped backing away and looked up at the screen again."Savior?" she whispered.Serena recovered quickly."Do not be frightened, little one. The corrupted woman is using Kael's illness against th

The dead woman in the green cradle had a name.Eira Vale.The moment I spoke it, the extraction chamber changed.Not enough to free me. Not enough to save the children. This world never gave enough.But the beam around my throat loosened by one breath.I took it.It tasted like blood and cold metal.Valerius noticed.He would."You are interacting with a deprecated administrative failure," he said. "Her messages are not compatible with current Rebirth protocols.""Then why are you worried?"His gold eyes turned flat."I am not worried."His first bad lie.The green cradle beyond the breach had gone dark, but Eira's name remained scratched across its surface. The letters were uneven. Human. Nothing like the clean labels Valerius loved.Under the name, more text began to appear.Not system text.A receipt.SOURCE: EIRA VALE.ROLE: ADMIN/MATERNAL BATTERY.OUTPUT: 17 YEARS CIVIC STABILITY.CHILD ASSET: TRANSFERRED.END STATE: DEPLETED.I stared until the words blurred.Child asset transfe