The rain began to fall as Han Jin’s SUV climbed the winding road toward the St. Jude’s Sanatorium. On the surface, it was a prestigious private hospital for the wealthy; in reality, it was where the Solstice Group "stored" individuals who were too valuable to kill but too dangerous to be free.
"Why her?" Zhao Wei asked, cleaning the grease from his hands with a rag. "If she’s the Director's sister, won't she just try to kill us the moment she wakes up?"
"Silas Thorne is a sun," Han Jin replied, his eyes fixed on the gated entrance ahead. "But Aris... Aris is the shadow. Silas has the power to destroy, but Aris has the power to see the cellular structure of reality. In the past life, she was the 'Saint of the Wasteland.' Without her, even a Level 10 warrior would die from a simple mana-infection."
[Target Identified: Dr. Aris Thorne]
[Location: Level B4 - Solitary Isolation]
[Security Warning: Psychic Dampeners detected. Standard System Scans may be distorted.]
Han Jin didn't drive through the front gate this time. He stopped the car a mile out.
"Zhao, stay with the Engine. If the base's signal drops, manually activate the 'Stealth Flare' on the SUV. Don't let them pin you down."
"Got it, Boss. Don't take too long. I don't like the way the air is starting to smell."
Han Jin stepped into the shadows of the forest, his [Kinetic Suit] shifting its surface to match the dark bark of the trees. He wasn't just a builder; he was a ghost.
He bypassed the thermal sensors by lowering his suit's external temperature to match the rain. He reached the ventilation shaft of the Level B4 wing in minutes.
[System: Consuming 100 AP to 'Synchronize' with the facility's neuro-network.]
[Warning: A 'Mental Domain' is active. Host may experience hallucinations.]
As Han dropped into the sterile, white hallway of the basement, the world flickered. For a second, the walls weren't concrete—they were made of screaming human faces. The floor turned into a river of blood.
Han Jin bit his tongue, the sharp pain grounding him. "System, filter visual input. Lock focus on the Mana Signature."
The hallucinations vanished, replaced by a cold, blue wireframe. He walked past the cells of "broken" geniuses until he reached a door made of three-inch thick lead.
Inside, a woman sat in a chair. She was pale, her hair a messy bird’s nest of black silk. She wasn't restrained, yet she didn't move. She was staring at a blank wall, her eyes unfocused.
"Dr. Aris," Han said softly.
The woman didn't turn. "The sky is going to bleed in forty-five days," she whispered, her voice like dry parchment. "Why come for a corpse?"
Han Jin felt a chill. She knew the date? Even without a System, her 'Awakening' was already granting her glimpses of the inevitable.
"I'm not here for a corpse. I'm here for the woman who built the first Mana-Antibiotic," Han said. "Your brother is in my basement, Aris. He’s being used as a battery. I can offer you the same fate... or I can offer you a lab where your visions actually make sense."
Aris finally turned. Her eyes weren't golden like Silas’s; they were a deep, haunting violet. "You... you have the Architect’s mark. But you’re too early. You shouldn't exist for another three years."
Han Jin’s heart hammered against his ribs. She could see his "Class"?
"The timeline changed," Han said, reaching out a hand. "And it’s changing faster now. If you stay here, Solstice will use your brain to calibrate their 'Engine,' and then they’ll discard you. Come with me, and we save more than just ourselves."
Ding!
[System Notification!]
[Target 'Aris Thorne' is attempting to 'Scan' the Host...]
[Counter-Measures Engaged!]
The room began to shake. The Psychic Dampeners on the walls turned red and began to smoke. Aris let out a scream of agony as her raw, unrefined power clashed with Han’s System protection.
"Stop!" Han lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders. "Don't fight it. Integrate with the System signal. I can stabilize your mind!"
[Sub-Quest: The Doctor’s Sanity]
[Action: Transfer 300 AP to Target to 'Structure' her Mana-Vessels.]
Han didn't hesitate. He felt the Architect Points—his "currency" for survival—draining into her.
Suddenly, the room went quiet. Aris’s eyes cleared. The violet glow dimmed into a steady, calm light. She looked at Han’s hand on her shoulder, then at the smoking dampeners.
"You gave me... structure," she breathed. "The noise... it's gone."
"We need to go," Han said, pulling her up. "The security team is already on their way."
As they burst out of the room, they were met by a squad of guards—but these weren't humans. They were Cyborg-Drones, early Solstice experiments controlled by a central A.I.
"Aris," Han said, his gauntlet hissing as he prepared for a fight. "Show me what a 'Saint' can do."
Aris stepped forward. She didn't throw a punch. She simply pointed a finger at the lead drone. "Your logic loop is flawed. Disconnect."
The drone didn't explode. It simply stopped. Its lights turned gray, and it slumped over as if its "soul" had been sucked out. Aris’s nose began to bleed, but she didn't stop. "The others... I can't hold them. Run!"
They sprinted through the hallway, but as they reached the elevator, the doors opened to reveal a man Han hadn't expected to see so soon.
It was Captain Steve—the man who had killed Han in the past life. He wasn't a hero yet; he was just a young, arrogant Lieutenant in the Solstice Guard, his "Golden" power barely a flicker.
"Han Jin?" Steve’s eyes widened in recognition. "The builder? What the hell are you doing with the Director's sister?"
Han Jin felt the icy rage of his past life bubble up. He looked at the man who had left him to die in the frost.
"Steve," Han said, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his face. "I was wondering when I’d get to kill you twice."
[System Warning: Host's Heart Rate is at 180 BPM.]
[Combat Mode: Berserker Architect — UNLOCKED.]
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Chapter 134
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Chapter 133
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Chapter 132
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Chapter 130
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Chapter 129
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Chapter 128
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