Novel & Cerita Time Breaker Goku Black

"Something's wrong!" Gideon's heart tightened. This time, the vision was different from what he had seen before. The difference was that a black hand seemed to have torn through the sky, reaching for the divine being atop the mountain's peak. The divine being struck back. The nine suns merged into one as the being released a single, earth-shattering punch. Just like that, the black hand shattered, and the vision vanished. Gideon's mind surged with turbulence. "A black hand? That wasn't in the vision before! Could it be… The stronger my Solar Titan Physique becomes, the more of the vision I can see?"

My skin felt like it was buzzing. Everything was different now. The way I looked at the walls, the way I looked at the gates... it had all changed in the last hour. The clock was ticking toward the Summit. Eight weeks. I had the map in my head. I had the names of the traitors. I had the holes in his armor. I have everything I need.

I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me. He said, "It looks like she's still being stubborn. In that case, there's no need to hold back anymore—let's make sure she gives in this time!" Jared then ordered the bodyguards to drag me over the sink. He then yanked the power cord off the switch. With a sinister grin, he taunted, "Guess what would happen if I toss this into the water? You'll find out soon enough—bet it'll feel nice." Despite being left with no strength to struggle, I still felt fear flooding my mind. I was terrified of dying here for no reason.

The silence in the deep-level command center wasn't the sound of peace; it was the sound of a countdown ticking inside the tectonic plates. Above us, the GBCA’s orbital monitors were no longer tracking targets. They were calculating seismic yield. The "Iron Rain" kinetic rods had been replaced by something far more final: the Crust-Breaker. A high-velocity tungsten-carbide warhead designed to burrow three miles into the bedrock and detonate a localized magma-trigger, turning the entire valley—and the Rebirth City fortress—into a bubbling, radioactive lake of molten slag.

Gordan gasped, his voice strained as he fought to stay on his feet. "It doesn't need to replace it, Sensei," Kitana’s voice whispered from the doorway. She had returned to the dojo, her porcelain mask removed, revealing a face etched with a cold, triumphant malice. "It only needs to silence it." She stepped forward, her movements fluid and effortless while Gordan struggled to even breathe. She executed a single, precise strike to the base of his neck—the "Severed Thread’s" final disconnection. Gordan Chen, the MMA legend and the heart of the "Old Guard," collapsed to the training mats.

A ripple of discomfort moved through the board members. Aria kept her spine straight. “Then let’s discuss them.” Damian’s eyes glittered dark, sharp. “Let’s.” He stood up. The gesture alone made half the room tense. Damian circled the table, slow and predatory. “Blackwood Holdings has survived every recession, every hostile takeover attempt, every corporate attack because we operate with precision and unity.” He stopped behind Aria’s chair. Close enough for her to feel the heat of him. “And yesterday,” he said quietly, “that unity was broken.”

The backstab just now had finally injured Ghost Figure Tiansha. Almost at the same time, the orange and yellow light of the Sand of Time flashed. A strange power similar to the time torrent permeated, and part of the black flames blocking in front of Ghost Figure Tiansha disappeared instantly, revealing a flaw. Boom! The God-suppressing Seal, carrying the power of thunder and lightning, instantly rushed through the crack and attacked. Swoosh! Muhuang Tianshu's silver spear also bombarded the crack like a torrent of arrows.

Her hips quiver and I thrust in a second finger. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes, breaths ragged. I'd found her sweet spot and rapidly move my fingers over it and she moans. She was becoming slippery and I rip my fingers out of her, causing her to scream a moan and rest her forehead on my shoulder.

The man in black was intrigued by this scenario. "Glad your okay with this. Cause if not, I will just cut your head off. " Teresa smiled. "Please don't do that. " The man in black respond. Teresa's sudden announced of her plan was a shocked for Rioka even after he heard it. "What about your left arm? " Rioka asked. "Don't worry, it will regenerate quickly. " Teresa answered. Out of a sudden, Teresa's left arm regenerated in a split of second. "Now I see, your ability is indeed unique. " The man in black spoke.

“But a moment ago—” “We’re not doing anything to you. Maybe that’s your wishful thinking. God knows you females do that a lot.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “And besides, you’re not even my type.” I balked, vision blurring with anger. “Because I’m Black?” “You said it yourself,” he drawled dismissively, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Someone needs to step out—or this elevator isn’t moving,” he added coolly. Even without seeing his face, I knew the ‘someone’ he meant was me.