Novelas y relatos de Reality Manipulation

he says sternly. Kramer shakes his head. "You can't. They have Sam as leverage, you have no idea how advanced their technology is. They're applying selective memory suppression to her, because Chief Malum doesn't trust you." "I'm working for him now, but I'm also planning to destroy his society." "You mean backstabbing him?" "I'll never leave him alone for hurting Sam," he grimaces, remembering her pain. "You need people who can help you, who have a rage against them, who you can trust."

"Didn't you say you didn't want my disgusting money?" I close my eyes, he's right I did say that, and if I had another choice I won't have been here, it feels like I'm begging him for money and I don't like it. "My mom will die if she doesn't take the surgery, please if you help me, I promise I'll go through with this fake girlfriend marriage thing," I beg... He only stares at me, before he made a call. After the call, he turns his attention back to me.

I keep on rolling my eyes, I wanted to knock her head for what she did. "Kidding aside Tine, but don't worry... Maybe it was not just your time... And I just added a little dose of the drug, in other words, it could still affect your decisions but you are mostly sane to identify if the decision is right or wrong. It's too little to tickle your mind." My eyes widen. Does she mean to say that all I did yesterday was out of my rational mind? But it was all wrong. "Hey Tine, still there?"

"And nothing. They're trying to experience all possibilities at once, and they're taking reality along for the ride." As if to emphasize my point, a ripple of change swept through the room. For a moment, everything became its own opposite – solid things turned transparent, digital things became organic, certainties became questions. Violet giggled as her stuffed animals briefly turned into quantum equations before snapping back to normal. "That tickled!" But I could feel it wasn't just our house being affected. Every convergence point was radiating waves of accelerating change. Reality itself was starting to buckle under the weight of too much possibility.

my voice quavered. Janus exhaled, leaning against the back of the chair again. “There is no reality.” I looked at Janus, confused. “What do you mean?” “My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?”

A reality of pure suffering discovered that pain could transform into growth. "We need to guide this carefully," Dimitri said, crafting mathematical models of the spread. "Too much impossibility could destabilize functional realities." Through our distributed consciousness, we began actively managing the infection—though 'infection' felt like the wrong word. It was more like inoculation, introducing just enough impossibility to strengthen reality's immune system against stagnation. "Here," Kieran identified a reality about to collapse from its own rigidity. "This one needs immediate intervention." We focused our paradox authority, carefully introducing impossible elements. The reality shudde

Adrian, of course. Camilla never truly hated me because of myself. I was simply standing where she believed she belonged. Beside Adrian Salvador. The realization left something acidic in my chest. “How many people knew?” I asked softly. Sebastian exhaled slowly. “That’s the disturbing part.” His eyes met mine. “Nobody remembers authorizing it.” I looked up sharply. Hypnosis reinforcement. Suggestions layered into memory gaps. Small enough not to alarm anyone. Large enough to reshape emotional history over time. God. Camilla had not merely manipulated people. She had curated reality.

"Waiting for me? Jessica, do you even believe your own words? What do you take me for, someone you can just summon and dismiss as you please?" Jessica's face flushed, and she looked completely flustered. She began, "Let me explain…" I cut her off. "There's nothing to explain. You and Marcus are married now. What more is there to say? I wish you both a long and happy marriage with many children." She fell silent for a few seconds, as if remembering something. "I've been having dreams lately, where the person I'm marrying is you. You were so gentle and kind. You even stayed in our hometown to take care of our parents."

"Lady Xalara's enhancement capabilities include adaptive response to direct threat with... extensive reality modification potential." Reality modification potential. Academic phrasing for chaos magic applications that alter fundamental magical principles when survival demands optimal effectiveness. "Threat assessment?" Elaric asked with voice that carried winter's bite despite the growing heat of summer afternoon. "Eliminated," Xalara confirmed with professional composure that revealed nothing of how her abilities had responded to genuine elimination threat through adaptation beyond anything she'd previously attempted. "Enhanced defensive coordination proved... sufficient." Sufficient to sur

Dante asked. The guests were already clearly visible. A few of them noticed us and turned to stare. As I turned to face him, I noticed more and more people turning to look. A phone's camera light flashed somewhere. “Yes, I have. Note that's it's contract wife though, not a real wife. Just to save your image,” I said. Dante studied me for a moment, as though wondering what could have made me change my mind so quickly. “Alright,” he finally said, and I could almost see the internal shrug. “I will ring my lawyer now.”