Novel & Cerita Shatter Reality

The Paradigm Shifter had more access to core system functions than the Grief Weaver, which meant absorbing it gave me a deeper understanding of how the game's reality engine worked. But it also meant I was now carrying contradictions in my consciousness. Ways of thinking where cause didn't necessarily lead to effect. Where A could equal B and also not equal B simultaneously. The absorption completed, and reality snapped back to normal…or what passed for normal in a game pretending to be a real world. The Paradigm Shifter dissolved into code fragments that looked like shattered light, and I collapsed again, my mind struggling to integrate five different system functions. This time, Amon caugh

The question lingered in my mind: where did he even find the resources to throw such extravagant gatherings? Heading to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, mustering the courage to confront Edward. Returning to the room, I hurled the water at him, breaking the glass as it shattered on the floor. "What the hell!" he exclaimed, his gaze locking onto me. "Are you sober now?" I demanded, discarding the glass with a resonating crash. The women looked at me in shock, their expressions betraying a mix of fear and disbelief. Perhaps I was on the brink of insanity dealing with this fool.

Sarah yelled picking up the chair near the right screen. She hit the screen to her right with it. It cracked but repaired itself in a few moments. This irked her more. She kept striking till the screen was totally shattered. She walked through the glass shards strewn on the floor. Many of them pierced her feet and ankles but she didn't stop. Her only focus was to destroy the left screen too as it was bombarding them with questions. Within a few moments the left screen was effectively ruined. She slumped to the floor right near the screen and placed her head on her knees and closed her eyes. Maybe the darkness would give her some peace.

"So I took my thread to an Alpha who knew how to build a fire." With one swift, violent tug, I rip the velvet shroud away. The Shattered Mirror is revealed. The hall goes dead, terrifyingly silent. For three whole seconds, nobody breathes. The masterpiece with the silver-ink threads, charged with the blood from my own palm, catches the ambient light of the spotlights and projects it outward. But it doesn't project a simple pattern. The weave begins to shift, casting a massive, glowing holographic illusion into the air above the pavilion.

But now that I do, I realized how big of a fool I was. Every breakdown was because of Stella—because he saw her playing the couple with someone else. Now that his true love had returned, I was nothing compared to the one he truly cared about. Absolutely nothing. But I'd made up my mind to leave. It was time to sever this ridiculous past and let it go, once and for all. That night, I drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep. It felt like the love I'd held onto for so long had been nothing but a long, exhausting dream.

She had hoped for a future with James, but now all she had was the painful reality of what could never be. As she walked away from James' residence, she realized that she needed to rebuild her own life, away from the chaos she had been drawn into. The path forward would be difficult, but it was one she had to face alone, carrying the lessons of her past with her.

Mint… and alcohol. That’s when the mental flood hit: my job, the fake marriage, his family, my family, Ibantos, the news, the blood, the dinner, the— “Charlotte, I love you so much.” And just like that, the moment shattered. If my situation wasn't a wake-up call, then his words absolutely did the job.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

“You’re not the same Ocean anymore that I brought into this tower.” I smirked faintly. “Good. The old one would’ve cried. The new one plans.” We stood side by side before the massive screen displaying every corporate division, every hidden leak, every name that betrayed us. “Shatter Protocol,” I murmured. “That’s what we call it.” Sebastian raised a brow. “Explain.” “Simple,” I said, tracing the screen with my fingertip. “We break their foundation before they touch ours. We use their hunger against them. Let them think they’re winning—until the floor collapses beneath their greed.”