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He had dark curls, green eyes, and a calm smile that carried no pity. “Miss Vale?” I looked at him. “I’m Adrian Bellini. My family funds part of Professor Shaw’s closed project. She asked me to make sure you got back safely.” I remembered Professor Shaw mentioning the Bellini family once during a project meeting, but I had never met him before. “Hello, Mr. Bellini,” I said. Behind me, Dante did not follow. This time, I did not look back. The car door opened. Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim.

The small creatures were shifting; some recoiled from the Vlogger, while others were drawn to the freezer of rotten meat on his back. There was a clash of energy. Content. Food. Survival. A crazy idea—a plan that could only be born from the mind of a 'Level Up Survival Bachelor'—formed in Bima's head. This would be the wildest fight of his life. And he would use the Vlogger BOSS, the Twitchers, and even himself as... ...bait to trick them all, to create the chaos that would open a way out, a path that would lead them directly before the real Fitness Freak AI Master, who was ready to all set to trap everyone in a life-or-death struggle that would alter the fate of this city forever.

Furthermore, Jared was exceptionally violent during the act, completely devoid of any concept of gentleness. Jared loved to act like a decent man, yet he was deeply suspicious by nature. If I couldn't satisfy him, he would venture outside to find other solitary females. Yet, if females from our own tribe came looking for him in secret, he would feign the behavior of a perfect gentleman. After all, he possessed no real survival skills; if he left the tribe, he wouldn't even be able to secure meat to eat. Just thinking about those memories made my scalp tingle and my entire body ache with residual trauma. Chloe assumed she had obtained some magnificent treasure, completely oblivious to the fac

"You could start a new life. Go to the human village, find a woman to be with and start a family." "I am a burden. I could not handle the guilt tying someone with me just because I don't want to feel lonely or because I wanted to be loved... You must know, they only torture who are disobedient and bold enough to dig their own grave. If you do not like the way they are treating you, then act like a dog and be submissive. Expand your tolerance."

Before she could finish, all the screens in the hall, including the reporters’ laptops and phones, suddenly changed. A high-definition video started playing on its own. The scene showed a hallway inside a mental hospital. Ryan glared at a doctor. “Increase the dosage! I want him so broken that he should be unable to even think.” The doctor hesitated. “Mr. White, if we keep this up, he’ll die.” Ryan sneered. “Good! That’ll save me the trouble. “I should be Moon’s husband! Xavier doesn’t deserve it.” Then, the screen switched to another video.

The constant role-switching got to the point where I almost forgot my own name. For three whole years, I lived on thin ice. That was, until the quest progress bar finally hit 99%. I took a sip of my espresso as I fixed my gaze on Xavier's sculpted features. Just a few minutes ago, I'd overheard him telling his friends that he'd grown tired of being a sugar baby. I stood there with my hands on my hips as I laughed loudly to myself. Everything seemed to be going as planned. I'd already memorized my breakup lines by heart. "Let's end things here, Xavier. After all… Rafael's still my husband."

Extra: Lucas Gibson's Survival Philosophy Lucas was three now. Even though his "zombie alert" had turned out to be a false alarm, he looked like he had lived a thousand lives since he was a toddler. While other rich kids were playing with Legos, he was busy figuring out how to build traps using toothpicks and rubber bands. One day, his kindergarten organized a family camping trip. A group of wealthy socialites, dressed head-to-toe in Hermès hiking gear, were posing for photos on the lawn.

But as she continued to look at the glass, her own eyes faded and there were only those of her new self- wide, clear, and expressive. Was this real? She raised her hand to touch her face and felt it. She suddenly knew the identity of this new self! Her name was Katherine, Duchess Barnard. More than that, she was married to Duke Dane Barnard, one of Regency England's most feared gentlemen, and she'd gone back in time to perhaps the 1800s or something?

"Very soon, my sons will understand that death is merely another merger to be negotiated. And this time, I hold all the cards." Dr. Thorne felt a chill that had nothing to do with the climate-controlled environment. He had helped create a monster that made the original Michael Coleman look like a saint. And unlike the man who had died above them in that burning mansion, this version of Michael had no weaknesses, no flesh to corrupt, no emotions to exploit. He was pure ambition, given form and purpose. The countdown continued its inexorable progression toward completion, and with each passing second, the world drew closer to discovering that some resurrections were indistinguishable from apoc

"Whatever the price is, I'll double it. Just open the door and let me walk out." "Heh." The rogue with a jagged skull tattoo on his left arm let out a dry, raspy laugh that sounded like a vulture. "Hey, do you think we're that stupid?" "We let you go, you run straight to the Blackthorns, and we end up with no money and a one-way ticket to Zander's torture chamber." The rogue stepped closer, playing with a high-def micro-camera. His eyes roamed shamelessly over her body. "But don't worry. We aren't low-class thugs; we don't want to get rough with someone like you."