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Seeing that Harrison was sitting up in a rather wobbly manner, Devin marched forward to support his back and enunciated cautiously, "According to the official news from Oskia, the Four-Sided Treasure Tower has been returned to Oskia through secret channels. The Oskian government announced that the national treasure, which had been overseas for 200 years, has officially returned." Harrison felt as if a bomb had exploded in his brain. He grabbed the quilt and pillows on the bed and frantically threw them away while hysterically yelling, "What the heck is going on?! How could this happen?! I locked down New York so tightly and checked all the people leaving New York, especially the airports! Ho

The duplicates vanished—gone without a trace. The pendulum melted. The clock’s hands spun wild, faster and faster, until they snapped off completely. The tower shuddered, collapsing inward as time unspooled in reverse. I fell through the storm of light, through fragments of every loop—the church, the mirror, the shrine, the burning library—each one crumbling into dust. Ten. The final toll. The sound that breaks the world. Silence followed. I opened my eyes. The tower was gone. The sky above was pale gray, the first dawn I’d seen in centuries.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

"They’re fighting for a system that no longer exists. We’re fighting for a world that’s just begun." A distant explosion shook the base of the tower. The floor beneath them started to crumble. "The tower's going down!" Arthur yelled. They ran toward the stairwell, but the door was already twisted, jammed tight by the shifting metal. "Wait," Kael said, stopping and looking back at the dark, silent console. He reached out one last time—not to control, but to touch. A small, hidden panel popped open, revealing a manual override lever that hadn't been triggered in a century.

Cody said. Hearing this, Mr. Rodgers frowned. That fool. How dare he call me old? "You are my caretaker not his. Obey my words not his. Now bring the wine" Mr. Rodgers said "Sir, of course I am your caretaker not his but young master pays me. And also there are hundreds of CCTV camera in this villa. Young master observed it everyday to know your activities. If he finds out about the wine, he will drag me to the hell. So, if you want I can give you juice only" Cody said being nervous

They reached the base of the summit ladder—a spiraling, exposed cage of wrought iron bolted to the outer steel of the spire. As they started the ascent, the structure groaned—a sound like a thousand tons of steel crying for release. The building was failing. The death of the network hadn't just removed the Hive; it had killed the automated tension systems that kept the spire straight in high winds. The entire Tower was swaying. Anji gripped the cold, vibration-dampened railing. The metal didn't hum. It was silent. "You doing okay?" he asked, not looking back. "Ask me when I'm breathing without feeling like I've swallowed shards of glass," she spat back, but her grip on his belt didn't waver.

Her polite, distant tone carried an unspoken warning, as if reminding me that this was the office and our roles were strictly professional. I caught the hidden meaning in her words and forced myself to suppress my emotions. "Good morning, Ms. Thorne," I replied. Beatrice responded with a faint nod. She kept walking, as if I were nothing more than a stranger to her. I smiled bitterly, the words of my resignation hanging in my throat. But then again, she probably wouldn't have cared. Suddenly, my phone lit up. It was a message from my son, Parker Bainbridge, sent via his smartwatch. "Dad, will Mom come back to celebrate my birthday?"

And three more small packs, hearing about the resistance, had pledged their loyalty. I stood on the newly constructed watchtower, surveying the expanded training grounds. Below, warriors drilled in perfect formation. Moonbane instructors taught defensive runes to eager students. Children played near the packhouse, their laughter a sound that had been missing for too long. “Penny for your thoughts?” Kael's voice came from behind me. I leaned back against him as he wrapped his arms around my waist, breathing in his familiar scent. “Just thinking how much has changed. Two months ago, we were barely surviving. Now...”

"The stairs lead to the upper executive offices. Dante's generals will have their private escape choppers ready on the roof. Let them fly away. The tower belongs to us now." We ran down the long corridor, our boots splashing through puddles of spilled oil and dark blood. The further we went from the server room, the louder the outside world became. The tower had giant, floor-to-ceiling glass windows that looked out over the lower districts of Manhattan. As we rounded the final corner toward the main lobby, I stopped my eyes wide as I looked through the clear glass panels. The city was waking up, but it wasn't a normal morning. Down in the concrete streets, three stories below our boots, the

The surrounding returned quiet. “That…” Elaine suddenly commented. “That was straight up cheating, isn’t it?” She narrowed her eyes to Asher. “Wha-! I was trying to save the tower from getting destroyed. That is not cheating!” Asher retorted, again getting defensive. “Besides, it will be a pain if we have to build another tower again, don’t we?” He began raising his voice. Elaine pouted. “Then let it be. We can let it all fall down and build a better tower, can we?!” She too started to raise her voice.