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The Source Code Dimension trembled. The sterile, glowing white numbers scrolling across the infinite floor began to violently stutter, bleeding a chaotic, messy crimson. The Prime Analyst’s perfect, symmetrical face twitched. "Error. Target is resisting the Factory Reset. This is impossible. Your base data contains no countermeasures against root-level formatting."

She spoke quietly, "there's just one thing you're right about." Adrian was faked upon glancing at her. “I do need him.”. The system pulsed. Hard. “Dependency confirmed.”. But Amina didn't stop. Her voice strengthened. But that is not your thinking. A pause. Then—. “I don’t desire him to live.”. The space trembled. The simulation flickered. “I choose him,” she continued. The imitation Adrian's expression changed slightly. Unstable. Uncertain. "She stated that it's impossible to decrease that amount.".

He doesn’t growl at her, like I would have expected, but Yana grunts and stands up. “What is it?” she asks again. “That is the code that is keeping Asshole Arden’s computer from shutting down on me while I hijack it,” he tells us. The code is running so quickly that I can’t keep up with it, but I catch bits and pieces. ‘Relay’, ‘Loop’, Reroute’, code for words like that. However, there are hundreds, maybe thousands of other words in the code that I can’t see or don’t recognize. “Will I learn how to do this next year?” I ask.

Even her lips turned white, making the tear tracks on her cheeks look like deep, hollow ravines. Dad walked over. His voice trembled too. "Dex, that command doesn't count. It was said in the heat of the moment. It doesn't count." The door was pushed open again. Sapphire stood in the doorway, looking at us hesitantly. "Adam has been sent back," she began. "His system glitched out. The manufacturer said his emotional module overloaded, so he had to be recalled to the factory for repairs." Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle.

The two people sat next to each other on the worn-out couch. The only source of illumination in the dark, dank basement was the laptop in front of them. They were wearing identical black hoodies and black jeans, with a metallic mask covering the lower half of their face. It distorted their voices, which was convenient because they weren’t supposed to know each other’s identity. “We need code names,” one said to the other, typing away on the laptop. “Alright, I’ll be Star One,”

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

"First, I need your shifter proportions-weight, height, and so on when you're in dragon form." "Why?" I snap. She gazes over the top of the paper, completely unruffled by my semi-roar, damn her. "This will be more pleasant if you drop the attitude and help me here. I'm on your side." "I seriously doubt that," I huff. "Look, Mr. AOTRDC, you contacted us. We provide a service. That service entails arranging meetings with several eligible females according to your specifications. If that isn't what you wish, we can end this interview immediately."

She pressed a series of buttons on the control panel and finally hit the enter button. After putting on the simulation device, the room suddenly dimmed. Countless simulated figures emerged from all directions. Larissa's eyes widened in shock. They were coming at her so quickly! These simulated figures were designed based on the data of the Hamilton family's most formidable bodyguards. They were each highly skilled and were now advancing in such a big group. What was worse was that when hit by these simulated figures, the AI devices would emit bioelectric currents, causing one to feel real pain. This was to simulate the most realistic combat scenario for the user.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,