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I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

"Mr. Robinson has already said that everything must prioritize construction now, to allow Spark City to accommodate more people. Stop obsessing over military achievements—have you forgotten what happened in the north? It was only three days ago!" What happened in the north? Ray perked up his ears, but the Collie brothers didn't continue the topic. Ezra simply snorted. "This apocalypse is extremely strange. Right now, we can gain evolution energy by killing and absorbing it from others. But who knows if that will change? Maybe one day, killing an ability user won't yield any energy at all? "So if we don't seize this opportunity to go kill those Jayzepanese bastards and strengthen ourselves as

Rhea said. ​She turned to her pack. "Marcus, secure the data. Sela, evacuate the 'Hollowed'—if we can purge the Leech, we can bring them back. We’re leaving this tomb." ​As they walked out of the Logic-Fortress, the "Dead-Zone" of Sector 14 was no longer grey. The first streaks of a real dawn were breaking over the industrial ruins. The "Blight" was receding, and for the first time in a century, a single, green sprout was pushing through the concrete.

The tension in Blackthorn Tower had become a living, breathing thing. By the middle of my third week, every interaction with Damien Blackthorn felt like walking a razor’s edge between professional survival and primal combustion. My glass desk outside his office was no longer just a workspace , it was ground zero for a war I was determined to win, even as my reborn body fought against me at every turn.

They made sure she couldn't sleep. The gap between this new life and her old one was suffocating her. … A blanket of fog covered the safe zone when the first light of dawn rained on it. My teammates and I were checking our gear before we set off for an abandoned research center ten miles away. Rumors claimed the last ingredient we needed was there. We could use that to make the latest antiviral serum. Just when everything was accounted for and everyone was ready to go, Yvonne came up to us. Behind her was Yves. She dragged her here, obviously.

It did, indeed, have a basement—enough to temporarily block out the initial waves of heat. But they soon discovered the truth: there was no air-conditioning, the windows were pitifully small, ventilation was terrible, and worst of all, it was right next to an abandoned pig farm that reeked of a suffocating stench. Once the apocalypse officially arrived, that so-called refuge quickly transformed into a massive, airtight oven. Surface temperatures soared to seventy degrees. The concrete walls grew scorching hot under the sun. The air inside thickened like congealed glue—every breath felt like inhaling flames.

Then my father placed a set of documents beside it, his face full of pride. “And this is for you too. It’s an apartment near campus. Once you decide where you’re going, you can live somewhere comfortable instead of squeezing into a dorm if you don’t want to.” Looking at my parents, alive and well, tears suddenly spilled from my eyes. Thank God. There was still time.

Being a saint was the deadliest during an apocalypse. [Ding! The human body fishing ended successfully. Time to settle the rewards!] [Congratulations, you've received: 1 small nuclear fusion generator, 1 high-pressure water gun, 1 indoor soilless cultivation base, 3 premium cold-resistant combat suits!] Looking at the generator that was flashing blue in the system storage, I was elated. With this thing around, our home could still feel like spring all year round, even if the power outside was completely cut off. We could even have a barbecue.

Felix and his men had stepped into the elevator, heading to the 33rd floor. Nancy was frantic, nearly in tears. Grabbing my arm, she dragged me over to the computer. "Spence, you know exactly what kind of man Mr. Watch is. The last bank that made him lose 20 million dollars was practically skinned alive. You managed to get the money back just now. That means those hackers are nothing to you. You must know how to get it back, right? "As for the equipment, mine is the best. Use mine!" She moved quickly, placing her equipment in front of me.

Make all thresholds one threshold. Open it. Let everything trapped move. Let everything outside enter. No more lost dead. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the false shrines, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Shrine War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.