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Thorne paused at the edge of the dissolving lead-alloy wall. "Elena?" Thorne called out, his blue eyes locking onto mine for one final, searing second. "You're supposed to be dead. Your father recorded your termination twenty years ago. Subject Zero was liquidated during the first purge. Why are you still breathing?" He didn't wait for an answer. Thorne and his broken soldiers vanished into the garden mist, the extraction team retreating as the sounds of Morton's heavy security detail finally began to echo through the corridor. Silence crashed back into the room.

By the time I came back to my senses, we were behind a hut in a dark alley that looked void of life and Human. I was about turning back when I heard voices. This time, it wasn't only me because I heard Shirley gasp and as fast as I could, I covered her mouth. Slowly and stealthily, I walked towards the sharp. edge of the hut, wanting to see what made that noise. The first thing I saw was a gun pointed at a dead and bloodied body. I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me.

"You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!" "I’ve spent my entire life being a ghost in the machine, Sophia," Zero replied, a serene, almost celestial smile touching his lips. his golden eyes met her silver ones with a clarity that transcended the digital abyss. "But a ghost can haunt, and a ghost can explode. I was never meant to survive the system—I was meant to break it."

Zilo screamed, diving behind a fallen porcelain console as the central sapphire pillar began to crack. The room was a chaos of light and sound. Subject Zero was no longer just a woman; she was the eye of a violet hurricane. The thousands of pods in the room were shattering one by one, the failed experiments within dissolving into a fine, glowing mist that was being sucked into Subject Zero’s body. She was harvesting them—consuming the centuries of wasted potential to fuel her own rebirth. "I’m not leaving her a clear path to the surface!" Nomo roared, dodging a jagged shard of glass that flew past his head. He threw a thermal charge at the base of the pillar, hoping to collapse the room befo

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

Driven by absolute, feral instinct, she grabbed the heavy brass paperweight from Eleanor’s desk and hurled it across the room. The brass slammed violently into the far wall, shattering a glass monitor. Subject Zero snapped his massive frame toward the noise with terrifying, whiplash speed. He didn't walk; he surged forward like a rabid animal, raising the rusted breaching hammer and completely pulverizing the server bank where the paperweight had landed. Sparks and shredded circuitry rained down in the red light. Isabella dropped to her hands and knees, scrambling desperately behind the nearest row of towering mainframe servers. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, a frantic, deafe

"Over here! That brat is called Frank Lawrence, and he's treating Gene right now… I'm worried he'll find out." "Really?" Zorn remained calm in contrast to Rory's anxiety, even shaking his head and chuckling. "Rest assured I spent a fortune buying those worms from Morhen's black market. They are invisible killers—no one would find them, let alone remove them. They'll eventually burst through their victim's chest. When Gene dies, people would be busy speculating what taboo he'd broken, and we'd fuel those speculations. No one would ever suspect us." "When the time comes…" Zorn then pulled Rory towards himself, grinning. "No one would ever come between the two of us."