Novel & Cerita Oblivio Miraculous

Oblivious. She slammed the door shut behind her and collapsed to her knees, head over the toilet. Her stomach heaved. It wasn’t nerves. It wasn’t wine. It wasn’t even stress, though she had plenty of that to spare. It was something else. When it was over, she sat back against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Her heart pounded like a drumline in her chest. She hadn’t felt like that since— Her brain froze. No. No way. She grabbed the edge of the sink, pulled herself up on shaky legs, and stared into the mirror. Her face was pale, lips colorless. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

Silvano The new mark is straightforward. A mid-level politician skimming funds from the wrong accounts and talking too loudly about deals that should stay buried. I handle it before dawn—clean entry, silenced shot, staged suicide with a forged note. No witnesses. No traces. Silenzio does what he was built for. By sunrise the city already whispers about another tragic loss in public service. I should feel nothing. I usually do. Today the kill sits heavier than it should. Maybe because Mirella’s face keeps flashing behind my eyes. Or maybe because every completed mission reminds me how easily the Organization can redirect my aim again.

I chewed slowly, cheeks hot, eyes darting sideways, praying no one saw what I was sure looked obscene. But no one paid attention. Except Lucien. Then it happened. The softest click. Barely audible over the hum of the party. But I felt it. Inside. The plug vibrated, just once. A small pulse. A low throb. I flinched. Tiny. Invisible. But Lucien saw. Of course he did. His eyes locked to mine, and his lips curved into something wicked. Barely there. I swallowed hard. The plug buzzed again.

Sure enough, in my left eye, the iris has a distinct fleck of violet in the top right corner. “Whoa. I-” I take the mirror out of his hands and hold it closer. No matter how much I blink or turn my head, it’s still there. It wasn’t my imagination. It really happened. I look at Milo, then the doctor and the nurse. Anything I say right now is going to be unbelievable. I can only pray that they don’t take me to the psychiatric ward. Here goes nothing. “Milo, I left my body and my spirit went to a place called the Beyond. I had my powers for a moment, but I used them to burn Aphrodite.”

He smiles knowing everything and predicting it all, for, in this game where no one can be trusted, he is the ultimate joker that they should be aware of more than anything. “Well, well, well. Let’s start with the most important one, the soul and very shard piece of this world.” Snapping his finger as the image of the first key is shown in front of them and together by the pentagram of memories and intel to tell them, and all by his command. “The Obscura.” Presenting them with the technology that is not present in their time, but it will be short but will end up as a vintage one to last and loop of seven. Yin’s smile draws wide as a twisted nature marks from within him and added with a sinist

It was Miracle. Emma looked at her coldly and said, "Why is it you?" Miracle bowed her head, trembling. "Omega Olivia, what's the meaning of this?" Emma raised an eyebrow. Omega Olivia smiled and said, "Miss, can you recognize that maid? She's Miracle from Omega Lanka." Emma gazed at Omega Olivia calmly, her expression seemingly smiling yet not quite. "Stepping out in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and visiting the residence of Omega Olivia. What were you thinking?"

Magic surged through her as she raised her hands, a pulse of golden energy blasting outward, tearing through the darkness. Amelia’s lips curled. “Impressive.” Olivia didn’t hesitate. She reached for the artifact, her fingers grazing its cold surface. The moment she made contact, the world around her shifted. A violent pulse of power erupted from the stone, knocking everyone backward. The temple trembled as Olivia’s vision filled with darkness, swallowing her whole. When Olivia opened her eyes, she was no longer in the temple. She stood in a vast, empty void, the abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. A soft, whispering wind circled her, carrying voices—familiar and foreign, murmuring

"I just found that bottle in the trash. Testing showed that it contained a deadly poison. Just one sip would kill someone within an hour by melting their organs! Rebecca, how could you be so vicious?" But as soon as Nora finished speaking, a cry of surprise came from the crowd. On the big screen, after pouring the poisoned liquid into the wine, I murmured. "Will it really turn sweet? He probably won't notice if I sneak one sip, right?" The next second, I actually lifted the glass and took a sip. At the same time, my vision suddenly went black as I collapsed to the floor with a thud. My family rushed over, crying out. "Rebecca!"

She greeted and the audience returned the greeting. “As the host said, I am the current CEO of Elixiron Pharmaceutical, pleasure to meet you all. Today, I am presenting to you the Essence Of Oblivion. It’s a Bioengineered device and drug, consisting of the Cardiovita, a revolutionary bioelectronic device paired with a Nano medicine solution that offers a high probability of curing advanced heart diseases. It acts as both a regenerative stimulator and a real-time monitor after being applied directly to the heart tissue during minimally invasive surgery.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.