THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The silver door at the base of the World Tree didn’t just open—it breathed. A wave of glowing white dust drifted across the water. Suddenly, the blue sea transformed into a mirror full of shining stars.June’s heart pounded against her ribs. She pushed herself up from the ground. Her damp dress clung stubbornly to her legs. She didn’t glance at the woman who reminded her of her mother. Instead, her eyes locked on the man in the mossy metal mask. He stepped right out onto the water. The ocean didn’t swallow him; underneath his boots, the water froze into a path of black ice."Stay back!" Dante shouted, jumping in front of June. He held out his hands, bracing for a fight. His shirt was ripped, his face bruised, but his eyes stayed clear and steady. "We’ve already seen enough monsters today!"The masked man ignored him. He stared at June, and his eyes burned like fading embers. "The Seed has been planted," he said. His voice wasn’t a sound—it was a vibration that made June’s teeth ache.

The sky didn’t just get dark—no, it turned this bruised, aching purple that made June’s skin prickle.Way up above the World Tree, the Reaper’s golden sickle hung in the air—a monster of a tool that’d nearly wiped out everything. Now the thing was being shredded. June saw it all through the tree’s clear walls. Hundreds of those little black shapes swarmed across the gold, moving fast. They acted like piranhas: silent, vicious, all teeth. There wasn’t any sound out in space, but inside the tree, the floor shook so hard it rattled her bones. It felt like a mess of tiny explosions firing off at her feet.“Dante, get Hope away from the walls!” June’s voice cracked with panic.She tried to stand up, but her legs went out from under her. The white marble plate over her chest felt heavier than her whole body. She dug her silver nails into the floor, fighting to steady herself.Dante didn’t hesitate. He scooped up Hope and backed away from the wall, keeping to the center. He never took his ey

The mirror didn’t just show the Earth. It screamed—a billion hearts breaking at once.June’s hands trembled as she held the cold glass. In the reflection, a giant hand, pale and bony, woven from starlight, closed around the planet. Thick black thorns burrowed deep into the ground, sucking the green life from the soil.“Stop it!” June shouted. She hurled the mirror onto the golden sand.It didn’t shatter. It sank into the beach like a stone sinking in water.“You can’t stop a hand that’s been reaching for a billion years, June,” the old man said, still in his rocking chair, his wooden bowl of soup on his knees. “You’re a medical student. You know when a part of the body is rotten, you don’t just watch it. You operate. You fix.”“I’m not a surgeon yet!” June cried, spinning around, eyes searching the purple horizon. “Where’s Dante? Where’s Hope? If this is an operating room, where are the tools? Where’s the medicine?”The woman with water-hair stepped closer. Each movement filled the ai

The silver thermometer didn’t just break—it melted, seeping right into June’s skin. The liquid wriggled like an insect, digging deeper and deeper into her palm. She gasped, backing away from the water, expecting blood or a wound, but her hand looked untouched. Her skin was flawless. All she saw was a faint purple glow pulsing beneath her flesh—a strange, second heartbeat that wasn’t hers.“June? What’s wrong?” Dante stepped toward her, worry etched into his face, pale and tight.He reached for her shoulder and she jerked away, his touch burning like a coal. She felt it now—inside her chest, behind her steady heart, another rhythm. Colder, mechanical, heavy. It sounded like the slow ticking of a giant clock in a house where everything was dead.“Don’t touch me!” June gasped, clutching at her chest, fingers digging into her medical scrubs. “Dante, the people... look at them!”All the villagers lined up on the beach were sitting motionless, frozen in the sand. They didn’t blink. They did

The white light didn’t just shine—it thundered, wild and furious, like a thousand lions roaring at once. June felt her feet lift away from the golden sand. The Spark in her chest wasn’t a tiny flame anymore; now it was a blazing sun. Every beat sent thousands of thin threads stretching out from her heart, connecting her to every life on the beach. She could feel Marcus’s happiness when he baked his first loaf of bread. Hope’s laughter washed over her—soft, joyful, alive.As those threads got stronger, June felt herself fading. She was becoming a cloud of silver mist."June! Grab my hand! Please!" Dante screamed.He dove through the glowing air, reaching for her arm. But there was nothing to grab. His hand slipped right through her shoulder, like she was made of smoke. He fell, crashing into the sand, face streaked with tears and salt."I’m losing you!" he sobbed, pounding the ground with his fist. "The world’s coming back and you’re disappearing!"June looked at her hands. They were c