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But now, here I was facing the consequences of my own choices. And as much as I wanted to vomit again, as much as I hated myself for what I had done, a part of me didn’t regret it. It was sick. It was twisted. But I didn’t regret it. Noah had broken me long before I found solace in another man's arms. He had stripped away my sense of self-worth, and now I was just as much a cheater as he was. My stomach twisted again, but this time it wasn’t from guilt. It was from the realization that maybe, just maybe, I was never going to go back to being the woman I used to be.

"That would be hard to explain to the press. Billionaire assaults ex-wife. Not great for stock prices." One of the men stepped forward. He was huge—easily six-foot-four, with hands that had broken bones before. "We don't need to hurt you, Miss Vance. Just take the device." I smiled. "You can't take what you can't find." I had already pressed send. Julian's phone buzzed. Then the second man's phone. Then the third. Julian pulled it out. His face drained of color. On his screen was a notification: "FILE RECEIVED: EVIDENCE_PACKAGE_THORNE.zip from unknown server."

It was accompanied by a wave of heavy, crushing static that made Scarlett flinch, her hand flying to her ear. ​"Xavier! Scarlett! Do you copy me?" Margot’s voice was fracturing, competing with a rhythmic, low-frequency hum that sounded like a generator failing deep underground. "The logic bomb... it’s digging in, but it’s hitting resistance. This infrastructure is too massive. It’s like trying to flush an entire ocean through a single drainpipe. I’m seeing a localized hardware lag at the gatehouse server backbone. It’s not a clean wipe—it’s a fracture!"

"I'm in." He looked at his hands. They weren't the gloved hands of Wraith. They were wireframes. He hadn't loaded his skin yet. He was a ghost in the machine. Ren tried to summon his menu. A jagged, torn window appeared. PROJECT_REVERSAL: ACTIVE. INFECTION RATE: 14%. "Fourteen percent," Ren whispered. "It's spreading." He looked around the broken Lobby. In the corner, where the "Training Bots" usually stood, there was something else.

"You idiots! Welcome to the world of HIV. You deserve this. Weren't we the most united, caring, and loving class? Since you all adored me so much, you should've been ready to die with me! "What fun would it be if I were the only one infected? I want every single one of you to go down with me. Let's all go to hell together!" Neil's laughter echoed even as they continued to beat him up. The gentle expression he once wore was now replaced with pure malice and insanity. There was no fear in his eyes, for he knew that nothing would change, no matter how badly they beat him up. What had happened couldn't be undone. There was no reversing the fact that everyone was now infected.

But one thing was certain to me: no one just appears from nowhere. It was past 3 AM, and we were still identifying the loopholes and looking for more significant elements, when suddenly, the system glitched so hard that everything froze. “What the—” Alex muttered. “Don’t touch it.” I snapped. But it was too late. The system blinked, and then, everything turned blank. Every file was gone, not deleted but wiped. The room dropped dead in silence. Then a single line appeared on the screen. “ACESS RESTRICTED… LEVEL OVERRIDE DETECTED…”

she asked with a scornful look. “I didn’t say that,” Adrian replied. “Regenys-X9 isn’t a cure. It’s a catalyst. It pushes healthy cells into overdrive—but it doesn’t discriminate. In a body that’s been weak for eight years, it doesn’t heal—it accelerates decay. The immune system that’s been barely keeping him alive? Regenys-X9 floods it with aggressive synthetic enzymes that cause cell exhaustion. It’s like pouring gasoline on a dying fire—dramatic, but it burns out faster,” Adrian said in a calm, confident tone.