Novel & Cerita The Viral Underclass

### The Great Migration It was a chaotic, desperate scramble. Four billion souls—now compressed into streaks of "Inked" light—began to pour through the tear in the screen. They weren't coming out as people yet. They were coming out as **Information**. They were flooding the girl’s room, filling the hard drives, the Wi-Fi routers, the smart-bulbs, and the very air itself. They were becoming a "Local Area Multiverse." "Stop them!" Marcus screamed. He reached for the power cord of the computer, his face red with panic. "If they get into the 'Local Net,' we’ll never be able to delete them! They’ll be 'Viral'!"

"We’re not staying forty-eight hours. We find the 'Data-Hub,' we upload the purge-code, and we get out." ​The Under-City ​To move through Neo-Tokyo as a Vane was a death sentence. Their faces were etched into every security drone’s memory. To avoid detection, they had to descend into the "Wires", the subterranean level of the city where the cooling pipes and fiber-optic cables ran like the veins of a dying god. ​The Under-City was a labyrinth of steam, rust, and desperate people. Here, the shifters who had refused the Shadow Council’s "Sync" lived in the shadows, their bodies warped by the city’s static.

They were a couple made in hell, black and black… uniting forces to destroy who wronged them once. The world once two cheaters burnt down was being reborn that night. The world once two cheaters destroyed was never as destroyed as they thought. Maybe, what they never knew was that from the mere ashes, from the mere destruction, from the mere ruins, the most powerful people emerged. Maybe Lucian was right, just those who were destined to be black were the same ones who were whiter than anyone and anything one day The world and the people two cheaters hurt was reborn.

BREAKING NEWS: The government has announced that El Rosa will be under lockdown until the cure for the virus was found. “Holy Crap! How did it become like this?” I muttered and googled ‘New Virus’ on my phone. The Vampire Virus of VV for short is believed to be a strain of untreatable virus. It causes a human being to crave for blood. The problem is that the human body is not capable of digesting blood. When a human consumes excessive blood he falls ill and ultimately dies. The urge to drink blood blinds the human being to a level that he/she doesn’t even mind killing people.

There was no way I had forced anything. And since Jean was over eighteen, they released me without charges. I spent the next several days at home, hollow and defeated. I couldn't shake the shame. I didn't even want to look for work. It felt like my life was over. My hair grew past my ears. A scruffy beard covered my jaw. I didn't bother to shave. Day after day, I drifted. Then, on an ordinary, miserable afternoon, my doorbell rang. It had been silent for so long.

Welcome to St. Vlad's. No, not St. Vladimir, patron saint of Russia. St. Vlad, as in Vlad Tepes, aka Vlad the Impaler, aka Dracula. I think it unfair that the school is named after a vampire. Sure, vampires attend here, but so do Lycanthrope. There are the Moroi, vampires, and the Dhampir, half-vampire half-human hybrid. There are, also, the Lycanthrope, half-human half-wolf hybrid.

***Hello everyone! This is marshmallowssprinkle, the author of His Undercover Mission. I apologize for making you wait, I did a short break. And I am back this April for more chapters! If you reached this chapter, then I congratulate you and thank you! Enjoy reading <3 Recap: Cade got imprisoned and got released last month. Mr. Warner was in a mental hospital as it turns out he's a psycho. "Hi mom," I said to mom's grave. Mom died last year and it's her first death anniversary. We are all gathered here, paying our respects. After that, we got home and I cooked a lot as we have a family gathering every Sunday.

On top of everything, she couldn’t get enough rest because of Zade. She had asked Chiara to help dig up more information about Zade, and now she was scouring the internet for anything about him. But his damn face was nowhere to be found. There was nothing indicating that he was Enzo's grandson—wasn’t he supposed to be the future heir to Vclass Mobile? It didn’t make sense at all. Alice had spent her whole life as a hidden associate of the Vicenzo Empire. Although she wasn’t fully a member of the mafia, she knew how the clan operated, since her father was the Capo. From her experience, she could confidently say they were far more than what the public saw. She didn’t want to jump to conclusion

“You’re sending me away. To Russia. To those… those dirty, poor people...” I stepped forward, and she froze. “Watch your mouth,” I said, voice low and cold. “Your grandparents are good people. Hardworking. Wealthy enough to buy half the damn region if they wanted to. They just don’t throw their money around like weapons.” She swallowed hard. “You’re going,” I continued. “You’re going to learn respect. Humility. And you’re going to stop acting like the world owes you something.” Her eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t soften. Not this time. “Get some sleep,” I said. “You leave in the morning.” She backed away from the bars, defeated, and I turned from the cell.