Bound to the Moon: The Exorcist's Accidental Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

The heart of the Prometheus pulsated with a rhythmic, rhythmic violet light, echoing the urgency of the 144-hour countdown.Scarlett stood before the "Neural Link" pod, her jade brush resting on the console, its tip glowing with a mixture of ink and liquid fiber. Caleb sat inside the pod, the silver tattoos on his skin flickering like dying stars. The "Sleep Command" from the probe had been temporary, but the "Backdoor" was still wide open, a gaping wound in his soul that the Creators could exploit at any moment."I have to go into the Root Directory, Caleb," Scarlett whispered, her fingers dancing across the holographic interface. "The AI can't delete the code because the code is the AI. But my spiritual consciousness isn't bound by their logic. I can find the anchor and sever it."Caleb looked at her, his golden eyes filled with a rare, raw fear. "Scarlett, those memories... they aren't just data. They were designed to break me. If you go in there, you’ll feel everything I felt. The

The collision between the Kunlun fortress and the Ark was less of a crash and more of a cosmic surgery. The spirit-conductive jade of the mountain’s peak pierced through the Ark’s sterile white hull like a spear of divine glass, creating a jagged, sparking breach."Brace for boarding!" Caleb’s voice echoed through the mental link, vibrating with a primal hunger for vengeance.He was the first through the breach. He didn't use a door; he used the kinetic force of his own body to shatter the inner containment fields. Scarlett followed close behind, her star-star cloak shimmering with the residual energy of the Star Gate. In her left hand, the Stellar Navigator pulsed with a frantic, red warning light; in her right, the jade brush was poised to rewrite the very air.The interior of the Ark was a terrifying contrast to the lush, chaotic beauty of Kunlun. It was a world of seamless chrome, pulsating violet light, and a silence so absolute it felt like a weight. Thousands of stasis pods lin

The Ark, once a cold tomb of sterile science, had been transformed into a glowing palace of amber and gold. Scarlett sat at a long table carved from the mountain’s own cedar wood, placed right in the center of the Ark’s observation deck. Through the massive crystalline view-port, the Kunlun Mountains drifted in silent majesty, their snow-capped peaks reflecting the light of the setting sun.In the center of the table, a copper pot bubbled with a spicy, aromatic broth—the legendary "Hot Pot" Scarlett had promised Caleb.Caleb sat opposite her, his War-Form dissolved back into his human skin. He wore a simple black shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the silver-gold tattoos that were now as steady as a heartbeat. He was staring at the bubbling pot with a mixture of confusion and hunger."So," Caleb said, his voice a low, warm rumble. "I’ve conquered a fortress, killed my 'father', and claimed a starship. But I still don't know how to eat this without burning my tongue."Scarlett laug

The freezing seawater seeping through the jade floor wasn't just liquid; it was a living, psionic conduit designed to drown the spirit before it touched the flesh. The "Abyssal Tide" stood in the center of the cracking hall, her watery robes expanding into a tidal wave that threatened to swallow the elite of the cultivation world."You built your throne on the bones of a fallen star," the woman hissed, her voice a chilling echo of the deep trench. "But the ocean has a long memory. The Gamma strain you carry is a fragment of my divinity."Scarlett Night didn't retreat. She stepped to the edge of the floating stage, her star-star cloak billowing in the sudden gale. She didn't draw a talisman for water-repelling; she tapped the Stellar Navigator on her belt with a rhythmic, coding sequence."System," Scarlett’s voice was cold, amplified by the Ark’s sub-space relays. "Identify the biological signature of the intruder.""Analysis complete," the AI responded. "Subject 003-Gamma Variation:

The Ark hovered above the Valley of Silent Gears, its massive golden shields struggling against the violet lightning that arced from the rusted machinery below. Here, at the North Pole of the Cultivation Realm, the laws of physics were a broken mess of half-remembered star-maps and ancient curses."Atmospheric distortion at 90%," Scarlett’s voice resonated through the ship’s hull, a blend of dual-soul authority and technical precision. "Caleb, if we step out there, we aren't just fighting the cold. We're fighting Time."Caleb stood at the edge of the transport bay, his silver-gold tattoos glowing with such intensity that they cast long shadows against the chrome walls. He looked at the massive, building-sized gears partially buried in glowing blue ice. Some were turning at a snail’s pace; others were blurred in a frantic, high-speed spin."The AI says those gears are chronal stabilizers," Caleb noted, his golden eyes scanning the valley. "If they stop, the past and the future of this