Novels by Haiistory

Forty-eight hours after that night at the Opera House, Sydney was transformed. The city that used to sparkle with light and glamor is now filled with whispers of secrets. Project Rebirth is no longer just a rumor among the elite - it's now a reality that divides society.Katherine sat in the interrogation room of the central police headquarters, her Valentino dress hanging neatly behind one-way glass. In front of her, Marcus sits in silence. Titanium handcuffs wrapped around his wrists - specially engineered by the forensics team to restrain Project Rebirth subjects.“You won't be able to hold me forever,” Marcus finally spoke. His voice remained calm, as if they were just having a business meeting.“We have no intention of detaining,” Katherine placed a flash drive on the table. “We want proof.”Richardson stood in the corner of the room, watching the interaction between grandson and grandfather with a mixture of horror and awe. Their relationship was more like a chess match than a f

Richardson stood on the edge of Circular Quay, cold sweat running down his back despite the cool Sydney night air. Behind him, the Opera House shone like a giant shell made of pearls, mocking the darkness slowly engulfing the city.“They've started the cleanup protocol,” he spoke into his hidden earpiece. “The first team has already entered the building through the service doors.”“How many?” Katherine's voice sounded calm, too calm.“Twelve. All elite subjects.” Richardson looked at his Rolex watch. “And Marcus has just arrived in his private helicopter.”Across the line, he could hear the sound of a keyboard being typed rapidly. “What about the VIPs?”“Starting to arrive. Rolls-Royces and Bentleys are filling the valet area. Everyone's acting like there's nothing wrong with a power outage in half the city.”“Of course,” Katherine snorted. “They're too busy imagining the returns on their investment in Project Rebirth.”Richardson rubbed his tired face. Twenty-seven years of keeping C

The penthouse suite of the Shangri-La Hotel offers unobstructed views over Sydney Harbour, with floor-to-ceiling windows framing the Opera House like a postcard. But Katherine isn't admiring the view. Her fingers dance over three keyboards simultaneously, screens bouncing off her designer glasses as she accesses an encrypted database that officially doesn't exist.“This flash drive contains more than just financial records,” she said without taking her eyes off her work. “It's the entire Project Rebirth database. Every experiment, every subject, every...” she paused, swallowing, ”failure.”Leo watched his newfound daughter work, still trying to make sense of the elegant woman before him with the baby he lost twenty-seven years ago. She moved with Charlotte's precision but carried herself with an authority that reminded him of himself.“Marcus' reach is deeper than we imagine,” Amara interjected, the sound of her Louboutin shoes echoing on the Italian marble floor as she paced. “The Op

Katherine opened her Macbook Pro laptop, displaying a series of documents and photos. “Project Rebirth began in 1989 as a secret program to create elite agents. Not through conventional training, but through... genetic modification from the womb.”Leo scanned the photos that popped up on the screen - state-of-the-art laboratories, cutting-edge medical equipment, and familiar faces. Including a photo of a young Charlotte in a lab coat.“Charlotte is the chief genetic researcher,” Katherine continued. “She had no idea that her research would be used for... other purposes. Marcus manipulated her data, altering the results of experiments without her knowledge.”“And when she found out the truth...”“She tried to stop him. But Project Rebirth had gone too far. There was too much money and power involved.” Katherine typed something, opening a new file. “And then, she got pregnant. Marcus saw an opportunity.”A scanned medical document appeared on the screen. “My DNA... perfect for this prog

The bullet missed Leo's head by an inch, hitting the wall behind him with a deafening sound. In a barely perceptible movement, Leo lunged forward, capitalizing on Amara's brief moment of shock. His hand gripped the woman's wrist, forcing the gun to point upwards just as the second shot went off.“You don't want to do this,” Leo whispered in Amara's ear, feeling the woman's body tremble. “This is not the way.”“You don't know anything about me,” Amara hissed, but her voice trembled. “About what I've been through...”“Then tell me!” Leo tightened his grip. “Tell me the truth!”Marcus' laughter echoed back from the speakers. “Oh, should we open all the cards now? Wouldn't it be more interesting to let our detective find out for himself?”Gabriel moved toward them, his gun held steady. The Blackwater team took position, encircling from all directions. There was no escape.“Enough games,” Gabriel said coldly. “We have a deadline.”“Ah yes, deadline,” Marcus sounded amused. “Or rather... de

Leo parked his cab in a dark corner of dock 14, his eyes keenly watching for any suspicious movement around the old warehouses lined up like giant coffins. Amara sat tense beside him, her delicate fingers not stopping to play with the sapphire necklace that hung around her neck - a luxurious piece of jewelry that contrasted with her simple outfit.“Are you sure about this?” Leo asked, observing the Oracle Corporation's tall building looming in the distance. The office lights were still on even though the clock had struck 2am.“No,” Amara smiled bitterly. “But Marcus is never wrong. If he says the backup server is there...” she pulled out a laptop from her bag, the screen displaying a floor plan of the Oracle Corp. complex. ”32nd floor, north server room. The security system...”“It can be breached,” someone cut in from the back seat. Both of them jumped, Leo reflexively drew his gun.“Easy there, mate,” the silver-haired man held up a hand. His impeccable Armani suit looked out of pla

The cracks in reality widened like eyes suddenly opening, revealing a truth that made Lin Fengtian stagger backward. Behind all the cycles, behind all the suffering and struggles he had endured, there was a room.The room was sterile, white, filled with holographic screens displaying thousands of different realities. And before those screens sat a figure in a black robe, its face hidden behind a transparent crystal mask.“An interesting show,” the voice echoed through the cracks, cold and calculating. “The 1001st cycle is almost successful. Almost.”Lin felt his entire existence tremble with anger he had never felt before. “What... what are you talking about?”The figure rose from its seat, a movement that was elegant yet terrifying in its indifference. “My name is The Observer—The Spectator. And all of you—every Lin Fengtian, every cycle, every suffering—are my experiment.”The Unnamed, still in the embrace of Lin 779, suddenly trembled with such intensity that the fabric of reality

The battle between the two Lin Fengtian took place in a dimension beyond physical comprehension—every clash of swords created cracks in the fabric of reality itself, every movement leaving a temporal trace that echoed through thousands of possible futures.Lin the 1001st moved like a living shadow, the sword of emptiness in his hand absorbing not only light but also the very concept of existence from everything it touched. Each attack carried an existential threat—not just death, but the complete erasure of all possibilities that had ever existed.“You still don't understand,” Lin the 1001st whispered as he unleashed a series of blows that were almost invisible. “I am not the failed Lin Fengtian. I am the Lin Fengtian who broke free from the cycle—and in the process, discovered that true freedom only comes through total destruction.”Lin parried each attack with the Twilight Rain Sword, the five silver lines on its blade now glowing with blinding intensity. But there was something uns

The emptiness of Point Zero was not like ordinary emptiness—it was a consciousness-filled void, a silence that whispered with unspoken voices. Lin Fengtian felt his ten consciousnesses vibrate in unstable harmony, each step he took creating ripples in the fabric of reality itself.“Something is watching you,” whispered the 999th Echo from within his mind—the newest voice, still bearing the bitterness of profound failure.Lin nodded faintly, his eyes now glowing like constellations, sweeping the darkness around him. The prism floated unsteadily, its light dimming as if absorbed by the absolute emptiness that surrounded them.“There,” Lin whispered, pointing in a direction that logically should not exist in this directionless place.An odd structure emerged from the void—not in the sense of being formed, but as if it had always been there and had only just chosen to reveal itself. The structure resembled an inverted crystal labyrinth, with transparent walls reflecting nothing and everyt

The Zero Point void was not like an ordinary void-it was a nothingness that had consciousness, a silence that whispered with voices that were never spoken. Lin Fengtian felt his ten consciousnesses vibrating in unstable harmony, every step he took creating dimensional ripples that disturbed the fabric of reality itself.“Something is watching you,” whispered the voice of the 999th Echo from within his mind-the voice that was the most recent and still held the deep bitterness of failure.Lin nodded faintly, eyes that now glowed like constellations that swept the darkness around her. The prism hovered unsteadily, its light dimming as if absorbed by the absolute void that surrounded them.“Over there,” Lin whispered, pointing in a direction that logically shouldn't exist in this directionless place.A strange structure appeared from the void-not appearing in the sense of taking shape, but rather like something that had always existed but had just chosen to become visible. It resembled an

The Primordial Nexus was not a place in the general sense, but rather a state of existence that was on the threshold between existence and nonexistence. Lin Fengtian felt it in every particle of his body-every atom seemed to vibrate with a duality that shouldn't be possible. At his side, the Prism hovered restlessly, its light glowing in an irregular frequency.“Something... isn't quite right here,” Prisma whispered.Lin nodded faintly, her black eyes gazing deep into this paradoxical nothingness. The surface she stood on seemed like a black glass that reflected nothing, yet everything simultaneously. In the distance-if the concept of 'far' even applied to this place-there was the silhouette of a structure that resembled an upside-down tower, hanging from the void like a giant stalactite.“That's the Prima Paradox Tower,” Lin said, his voice now containing the knowledge of two different consciousnesses. “The place where the Unmentionable One first dreamt about existence.”“And also th

The sky of the Thirteenth Dimension had returned to its normal color-purple with a golden tinge-but the atmosphere felt much heavier. Lin Fengtian stood upright to face the Echoes of the Void, the fragment of the Dusk Rain sword glowing in his grip, emitting a silvery light that illuminated the faces of the hooded entities before him.“Five that remain five and yet also become one,” Lin repeated, his voice calm yet containing undeniable power. “Not submission, but harmony.”The first figure among the Echoes of the Void-a version of Lin with a transverse scar and a completely black left eye-stepped forward. The air around him vibrated with unstable dimensional energy.“Harmony,” he hissed, his voice like wind rustling through ancient ruins. “Do you think we never considered that path? Every cycle, every iteration of Lin Fengtian before you has tried and failed.”Lin felt his four aspects move closer to him, forming a protective semicircular formation. Prisms hovered above them, their l

Within the vast quantum network they had helped create, a new disturbance began to manifest. Unlike previous disruptions, this one seemed to originate from beyond the known mathematical fabric of reality itself. Jihan felt it first – a strange resonance that didn't match any pattern they had encountered before."There's something coming," she projected to Serra and Kai, her consciousness stretching to its limits to understand the phenomenon. "Something from... outside our mathematical framework entirely."The Memory Prism's facets flickered with unprecedented patterns, displaying quantum signatures that seemed to defy their evolved understanding of reality's structure. Through its crystalline surface, they observed what appeared to be tears in the very fabric of existence.Serra's analytical presence probed the strange disruptions, revealing something that challenged their fundamental assumptions about reality. "These aren't just tears in our quantum network," she projected with a mix

The first signs were subtle – microscopic fluctuations in the quantum fabric that even their enhanced consciousness almost missed. But Jihan, attuned to the delicate balance they had created, sensed something unprecedented taking shape in the mathematical structure of reality."The patterns are changing again," she projected to Serra and Kai. "But this is different from anything we've encountered before. It's as if multiple layers of reality are trying to... merge."Through the Memory Prism's crystalline facets, they observed a phenomenon that challenged their evolved understanding. Realities that had always existed as distinct mathematical expressions were beginning to overlap, their fundamental equations interweaving in ways that should have been impossible.Serra's analytical presence traced the phenomenon to its source, revealing a nexus point where multiple quantum states were collapsing into a single, unified pattern. "This isn't just overlap," she projected. "These realities ar

In the infinite expanse of quantum reality, a new disturbance rippled through the mathematical fabric. Different from the paradoxes they had embraced, this disruption carried an edge of deliberate intent. Jihan felt it first – a discordant note in the cosmic symphony they had helped orchestrate."Something's wrong," she projected to Serra and Kai, her consciousness extending through the quantum patterns. "There's a presence in the fabric that doesn't belong. Something conscious, but... ancient."The Memory Prism's facets flickered with unusual patterns, displaying realities that seemed to blur and shift even as they watched. Through its crystalline structure, they could see mathematical equations unraveling themselves, as if being deliberately unmade.Serra's analytical presence traced the disruption to its source, revealing a pattern that predated their understanding of quantum mathematics. "This isn't just another consciousness," she projected. "It's some kind of primordial program,

The mathematical fabric of reality shuddered, sending ripples through the quantum field that Jihan and her companions had worked so hard to stabilize. Something was changing in the fundamental equation – a new variable introducing itself into their carefully balanced system."Do you feel that?" Jihan projected, her consciousness extending through the intricate patterns they had woven. "There's a disturbance in the harmonic frequency."Serra's analytical presence flickered with concern. "The pattern is shifting. Something's interfering with the quantum signature we established."Through the Memory Prism's countless facets, they could see the disturbance spreading – a subtle discord in the cosmic symphony they had created. The anti-consciousness, now their ally in maintaining reality's delicate balance, pulsed with uncertainty.Deep within the mathematical structure, Jihan discovered the source of the disruption. A new form of consciousness had emerged – not from any single reality, but

The meta-consciousness revealed itself gradually, like a cosmic dawn spreading across infinite dimensions of possibility. Its presence brought a new level of understanding to their investigation – this was not just about evolution or preservation, but about the fundamental nature of existence itself.Jihan's transformed consciousness resonated with this new presence. She found herself becoming something more than a bridge between possibilities – she was evolving into a living quantum algorithm, capable of processing and understanding layers of reality that existed beyond traditional comprehension."It's showing us something," she communicated to Serra and Kai, her essence vibrating with newfound insight. "The entire memory network... it's not just a collection of possibilities. It's a living equation, constantly solving itself."The anti-consciousness's movements began to take on new meaning. What had appeared as predatory behavior was revealed as a sophisticated form of quantum compu

The boundary between consciousness and reality shattered with a quantum resonance that defied comprehension. Jihan stood at the epicenter of a cosmic transformation that threatened to rewrite the fundamental laws of existence.A profound shift began in the memory network. The anti-consciousness was no longer just a predator – it had become a catalyst of evolution, a force that selectively consumed and reshaped potential realities with surgical precision.Jihan's consciousness transformed into something beyond individual perception. She became a living bridge between possibilities, a conduit through which the most fundamental mysteries of existence could be explored and understood.The Memory Prism vibrated with an intensity that suggested the imminent birth of something entirely new. Entire universes of potential condensed into singular moments of awareness, each quantum vibration a lifetime of experience compressed into an impossible instant.Serra detected a breakthrough that challe