A Blank Needs A Host To Survive Novels & Stories

was back, and his eyes were as cold as the Spires he had built. "The 'White-Void' is a parasitic evolution, Dante," Arthur said, his fingers dancing over a holographic interface that projected from his wrist. "It doesn't want to be born. It wants to consume the host and the guardian to create a self-sustaining rift. If we don't act now, she becomes the epicenter of a 'Zero-Point' explosion that will turn Lagos into a crater." "Tell me what to do!" Dante roared, his tattoos flaring a violent, desperate purple.

Because everything depended on that answer now. Kael hesitated, and I felt the weight of it because we were no longer describing life. We were defending it. So I spoke carefully into the balance. “Living is when something continues to change while still being itself,” I said. The Voidborn processed this. “Change introduces instability.” Kael answered immediately. “Yes, but it is necessary.” The Voidborn remained silent. Why is instability necessary? it asked. Kael took a slow breath because without it, nothing can become anything new, he said. The Voidborn processed this.

"Tit!" ~Note: This only happens when host failed. If the host cannot stop this, then the host is the problem, the host needs to find out how to finish the mission without fail. If not, that means the host body will be used by the system. Your memory will be kept by the system and not host, so the host will not know what happened. Thus, your past will be the root of your actions and decisions when the system took over the body host, either the bad side dominates or the good side dominates, host. That also means it was still base on your memories and actions, host~

“We easily recognize Life that resembles our own. Humans. Animals. It’s difficult to see it in beings that are different from us. Even the fish in the ocean are difficult to see as Life. We write it off. Plants? Mushroom systems in the ground. Bacteria, microorganisms. It’s all Life. It’s like we have blinders on. Then add the Need, which makes everything foggy. We’ll go for what we can make sense of.” “Do you feed on blood?” John said. “I don’t have to.” The group of vampires leaned back in surprise. “This actually makes the Need recede. Blood has never done that, but it’s all we had. The option to exist without the burning Need,” Anna trailed off. The vampires were speechless.

However, they would not wake without the antidote, and the antidote could only be found in the blood of the original vampire who walked in daylight—a day-and-night wanderer, pretending to be human while secretly plotting to dominate the world. "I’ll bring the cure. Wait for me. I’ll return!" I left with an even heavier worry in my chest. Had my new Luna returned safely to the stronghold at the North Pole?

They didn’t even spare her nightmares, which intrigued me even more to know about these people and their obsession with my sweet venom. Upon researching more about this world within this world, I found the Blank Space existed in a time-space between life and death. A place that was once made to hide from death, but no longer remained untouched by it. And that was why to enter this world they had to sacrifice a life and a death — the quill and the ink. The quill comes from the first feather of the infant anqas, an ancient species that was thought to be extinct. But after their rediscovery a few years ago, they were put under magically protected and endangered species by Xafran’s government.

without a "Common Ledger." The Friction of Peace That evening, they sat in a central chamber where the ceiling rose a hundred feet into the dark. A fire burned in a hearth carved directly into the bedrock. "The 'Sovereign Nodes' won't come here," Sarah explained, pouring Ethan a cup of "Analog" herbal tea. "They can't function without their 'Data-Nodes.' To them, this cave is a 'Null State' of terrifying silence. They are addicts of the 'Index,' and here, there is nothing to count but the heartbeats of your neighbors."

Empty again. Tbc…

Initializing delayed slaughter milestones. Then a loud PING exploded in my brain. It was so loud and sharp that my ears started ringing instantly. It completely drowned out the screaming of the monsters outside. It drowned out the loud wailing of the emergency sirens. The red flashing text on the screen suddenly broke apart into tiny pieces. Then, a brilliant, blinding white light flooded the room, forcing me to throw my arm over my eyes to keep from going blind. [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST EVA!]

"If the fragment's out of him, what happens to what he was building?" Selene arrived at a run, taking in the scene with rapid, assessing eyes before moving past us toward the archway itself. "The construction may continue independently, now that it's this close to completion," she said grimly. "A fragment separated from its host doesn't simply cease to exist. It needs a new anchor, and quickly, or it risks dissolving back into whatever remains of the primary seal."