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Disgusted by my own behaviour, my stomach contracted so much that I was on the verge to vomit— but I couldn’t do so because my stomach is completely empty. I could only stomp the hunting rifle that was on the floor. Again and again. Till the rifle was completely broken— till it wasn’t a rifle anymore. With a kick, I sent it flying away— out from my sight, then only then… my stomach has calmed down. “Hah… Hah…” As I sat on the floor, trying to catch my breath as I placed my hands on the floor— the blood which stains my palm catches my attention. “…Restia!”

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

he said, his voice too loud in the quiet room. His Beta appeared in the doorway. He was out of his suit, dressed in dark clothes. He looked like a soldier, which he was. "The reports from Level 42 are bad. Focus is down. Aggression is up. The wolves near her station are on edge. It's like a mental allergy." "Her name is Nyxara," Rhydian said, still not looking away from the city. "The anomaly," Kellan corrected, his voice careful. "She's a disruption. What are your orders?"

Everything stopped. not slowed. not frozen in motion. stopped. no movement. no shift. no possibility. zayden’s hand was still in mine. locked. unmoving. like a moment trapped outside time. My breath caught. but even that didn’t continue. didn’t expand. didn’t change. the presence spoke. cold. finally. “Choice introduces instability.” The words didn’t echo. didn’t carry. they simply existed. “And instability is no longer required.” My chest tightened. because that wasn’t control. that wasn’t correction. that was removal. not of outcomes. not of meaning. but of the act itself.

Final, clean and necessary. “And if you are wrong?” he asked quietly. I turned back to him slowly. “I am not wrong.” A beat, then I added, “I am prepared.” That was the difference. He studied history and I ensured it did not repeat mistakes. “The wolf,” I continued, “has already disrupted established hierarchy.” Images flickered through my mind. Alejandro Bloodfang. Unbound, unpredictable and dangerous. “The Haven gathers outcasts and legitimizes them.” Another problem. “A system built on choice,” I said, my voice sharpening slightly in disgust. Because choice leads to instability and instability leads to collapse. And collapse…Requires correction.

Not a future. A place. Far beyond the connected realities. Far beyond the old fracture. A region of existence nobody recognized. The image distorted constantly. Like reality itself struggled to perceive it. The figure stepped forward immediately. "What is this?" The network hesitated. Then answered. "Source of narrative instability." Luke frowned. "Narrative instability?" The shard answered before the network could. "Story collapse." The room looked toward it. The shard drifted closer to the projection. "Reality organizes itself through possibility."

Ernesta was completely lost, but then 001's robotic voice filled the air, “We're in a novel called 'The Genius Game Designer and Her Foster Father'. You're currently the antagonist and have a tragic ending. Your mission is to change your fate and fulfill the character's wishes.” Ernesta rubbed her forehead. Changing someone's life, was that really as easy as 001 made it sound? “So, what's the story about?” she asked. “The system wants to upload the novel's plot into your head. Confirm to proceed?” Ernesta nodded. “Confirm.” “Here's the author's introduction:

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Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

A loaded weapon with no safety on. “That’s instability,” I say softly. “That’s fear. Or confusion. Or both.” Carter studies the screen. “It spiked right after the breach.” “Because she felt it,” I reply. “Even if she doesn’t know what it was.” And that excites me more than the broken anchor. Because a stable enemy is predictable. An unstable one? That’s chaos waiting to be shaped. I breathe in slowly. The air smells like wet grass and early morning. Peaceful. Ordinary.