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Ch-12
Author: Cupidaris
last update2025-04-17 08:40:46

The hallway was alive with murmurs and low laughter.

The moment Harper had gone inside her office, the employees had sneakily left their workspaces again, eager to watch the drama unfold.

They were gathered together in groups of twos and threes, whispering and discussing their own bets about how this was going to turn out, occasionally glancing back at the tightly shut office door.

But as time dragged on, Sophia was getting more anxious; her mind flashing back to the conversation her mother and sister had told her about.

Because of his new rich girlfriend, he had been preferred over her family! What if… what if Harper was the same, new woman in his life?

Her lips were curled in an irritated pout as she nervously bit her nails.

“This is taking too long,” she snapped, casting an annoyed glance at the closed office door. “What could they possibly be discussing in there? It’s a simple matter—Nathan is a nobody. Kick him out and move on.”

Lucas, leaning against the wall with a smug ex
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    Back in the States, Nathan stood barefoot in the training hall of the west annex, surrounded by silence and shadows.The steel-paneled walls reflected the rhythmic hiss of Harper’s breath as she moved—precise, focused, fast. She lunged at the practice dummy with a spinning kick that Nathan had taught her only the day before. The strike was flawless.“Again,” he said, tossing her a short staff.She caught it mid-air and adjusted her stance automatically.Nathan watched her posture, her instincts—how she always knew where the strike would land before she even moved. It wasn’t just discipline or motivation. It was something more.The ring pulsed lightly around his finger, echoing her rhythm.Over the past week, healing Harper had become more than a ritual. Each time he placed his palm over her bruises or injuries, the ring glowed faintly, its heat spreading between their skin. The wounds vanished quickly, sure—but something deeper happened.Every touch, every connection during those heal

  • Ch-60

    For two days, Nathan moved through Tokyo like a shadow with a mission.Every morning began with meetings, and every evening ended with closed-door talks, tech demonstrations, or silent walks through humming server farms. Most of the companies he visited blurred together; names, pitches, ambitious CEOs trying to charm the American investor rumored to turn failing projects into gold.But only one name stayed sharp in his mind: Miko Tanaka.Or more specifically, her silence.Not verbal, but mental.She remained the one person he couldn’t read. No thoughts. No flickers. Not even emotional bleed. Every time they spoke, Nathan’s ring responded like it was staring into a mirror—reflecting only what he projected outward.On the third visit to her headquarters—Tanaka Neural Systems—he gave up trying to pry into her mind and started watching her instead.She moved like someone aware of surveillance. Her eyes missed nothing. She never interrupted but always spoke second, choosing her words with

  • Ch-59

    Fifteen days had passed since the collapse of Red Hollow’s secrets. Since the echo storm and the fusion that left only one girl behind. Nathan hadn’t returned to the compound since.Instead, he boarded a private flight bound for Japan. Expansion talks. New tech partnerships. But really, he needed distance. Time to think, or maybe avoid thinking altogether.Tokyo greeted him with organized chaos—blinding lights, sound without silence, and people. Thousands of them. Flowing around him like a river he couldn’t swim through.But the ring didn’t care about oceans of people.It opened him.Thoughts crashed into him the moment he stepped onto Shibuya Crossing. Not words. Not voices. Pure mental noise.Worry about train delays. A crush on a coworker. Panic about deadlines. Regret. Hunger. Lust. Jealousy.It all hit him at once.Nathan staggered, one hand against a signpost, teeth clenched. He shut his eyes. Too late. The thoughts were already threading into his mind, wrapping around his skull

  • Ch-58

    Smoke coiled around the lab like the breath of some slumbering beast. The walls were scorched. Consoles flickered erratically, data loops frozen mid-stream, as if time itself had braked to a crawl. A soft hiss broke the silence... pressurized air escaping a ruptured valve. Somewhere, a warning klaxon tried to reboot but failed with a dying wheeze. Then came the sound of bare feet stepping onto the steel floor. One girl stood amidst the wreckage. Hair damp with sweat. Skin flushed with exertion. Wires still trailed from her arms, sparking weakly before going dead. Her breath came in short gasps, eyes scanning the room in a slow, mechanical sweep—until they caught a reflection. She turned. A broken mirror lay half-buried in debris. Shards scattered like fractured versions of herself. She stepped closer and peered in. The face was familiar, but subtly wrong. The angle of the jaw. The furrow in the brow. A thin scar traced a crescent just above the left temple—like a seam between

  • Ch-57

    The lab was silent… unnaturally so.028C sat strapped to the stabilization chair, her limbs trembling, skin slick with sweat. Tubes fed coolant into her spine. Electrodes webbed across her scalp like silver roots burrowing into cracked soil. Nathan stood to the side, hands clenched, watching as Harrow made the final adjustments on the neural sync module.Across the room, Harper watched her double.The girl had her face, but younger. Her voice, but jagged. Her pain, but out of order. 028C blinked with eyes that held her memories, her instincts, her reflexes, but not her soul. At least, not yet.“She knows things even I have forgotten.” Harper murmured.Harrow didn’t look up from the console. “Because they weren’t just forgotten. They were taken.”Nathan turned. “You’re sure about this? If we attempt the merge and fail—”“Then we lose both.” Harrow said grimly. “The sync will either stabilize them into one consciousness… or unravel both minds.”Harper stepped forward, her boots echo

  • Ch-56

    There are places the world forgets.And there are places the world tries to forget but fails.Red Hollow was the latter.The road to it wasn’t paved—it was buried. An old coast road, eroded by time and salt, disguised beneath layers of moss and dead leaves. The three of them stood at the perimeter, watching the fog roll over twisted fencing, skeletal guard posts, and the collapsed ruins of what once masqueraded as a government psychiatric facility. Only Nathan, Harper, and Harrow knew what it really was.“I’ve been here before,” Harper whispered, more to herself than to them. Her voice was faint, tremulous. “But they made me forget. They scraped it out of me like a tumor.”Nathan turned to look at her. She hadn’t spoken the entire drive except to mutter the coordinates like a mantra. Now, she was visibly trembling, not from cold, but from memory.Harrow stepped forward, rifle slung low across his chest. “It’s quiet. Too quiet. No power signature, no live feeds. Looks dead.”Harper’s l

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