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Something that could never be hidden by the false soul. "Ughhh why me?" Ren grumbled as he woke up from "Slumber" land. Looking around the chamber, he could see a few other "dead" people around. Ambient resources floated around the room for the taking., "Tch, not letting this go to waste. Good old criss-cross applesauce sitting." Placing his hands on his thighs, Ren engaged the Reap System. 'Reap System, do your thing.' Reap System: Collecting Souls, Ion, and Languages. Back to calling me System again? Still mad about the last life-ending the way it did?

of the past to re-accumulate. Avery Vane-Thorne sat in the A****n Root-Node, her consciousness tethered to the "Global Oversight" monitor. She felt a shift in the hum. It wasn't a dissonance; it was a "Search-Pulse." Kael and the Sombra-Born teens in the Miami Reef had initiated a "Planetary Audit." They were using the Sombra-Net to "Scan" the Vaults, not to read the thoughts within, but to measure the "Entropic Signature" of the isolated humans.

“I’ll up everyone’s security.” “Sounds good. I think I may need an update; my cameras seem to be acting up here. Maybe from that storm that came through over the weekend.” Reese ran a scrub program on the footage. Corrupting anything that he did not want anyone to see before deleting the scrub program. “Shelby will get a tech out there this afternoon.” Neo assured him.

A dormant process, a fail-safe programmed long before the sisters were born, began to execute a silent, background sequence. Task: Monitor for re-emergence. Status: Scanning. The scan swept across the entire nation, through cellular networks, satellite uplinks, and subterranean fiber-optic cables. It pulsed with a cold, analytical intent, searching for the unique digital signatures of the two people who had destroyed the previous iteration of the God-Machine. It reached into the deepest, darkest pockets of the country, looking for even a single stray packet of data that might reveal their location. The scan hit a brick wall. A dead end.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

“I have the time right now. Jade is making lunch. So you better get your ass over here before it’s all gone.” Reaper meets me at the door as soon as I get there. Unlike me, Reaper has a very flashy security system. Don’t get me wrong, my system is state of the art, but it’s a little less intrusive. Whereas Reaper’s system requires you to be scanned and checked like you’re in an airport. “Savage.” Reaper greets me with a smug smile. “Reaper, am I allowed in here, or are we going to stare into each other’s dreamy eyes for the rest of the night?” I mutter sarcastically. Reaper chuckles and waves me in. “Come on in.”

"Check these. Tell me if they’re real or if we’re being played." The tech guy moved to a side table and pulled out a high-res scanner and a tablet. He started running some software that looked like a bunch of green code sliding down a black screen. He was looking for pixel inconsistencies—checking the metadata of the images to see if they’d been scrubbed or altered.

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.