2023-05-29 15:37:26Andrew put down his work, and hurriedly entered the boss's office. A pen flew toward his head, and Andrew narrowly avoided it.
"Andrew, your salary is cut off. You won't get any single coin in the next six months."
Andrew frozen in the place, "Sir, I didn’t do anything wrong."
"Explain these videos!"
Andrew's eyes widened when he saw dozens of rated videos plastered on his boss's computer screen.
"I asked you to send me the document, and you sent me THIS?! I almost sent them to the head of the company. You piece of s1t. No wonder you could only be a porter for the rest of your life!"
"Sir, this is clearly a mistake. I didn't put those videos in your files at all. I--."
"Shut up, Andrew. You should be grateful you still have a job."
Andrew could only lower his eyes and leave his boss's room with a feeling of tightness in him. His body felt limp, his heart pounding. He actually got dumped for one reason he never did.
He didn't know how to tell his girlfriend this news.
"Why now?" Andrew muttered, "I was about to purpose to Nadine…"
Nadine is his girlfriend. They have been together for 2 years. Andrew tries his best to meet all of Nadine's demands in order to provide her with a better life. He dreams to marry her - the person he loves with all his heart.
What happens is the contrary. Instead, the work sustaining his life plunged into the abyss, so little light remained.
"I'm home, sweetheart."
Andrew said when he stepped into the house. His hand was already on the doorknob and was preparing to open it when his ears caught a moan that belonged to Nadine.
"Ahh, babe, that was so good. You're so good. I can't control myself when I'm with you!"
"Yeah…my girl… You’re the best. Those two on you are also the best."
A loud slap on somewhere Andrew didn’t want to know. And giggles.
Nadine was not alone; another man was with her.
Andrew swallowed his saliva. His brain was totally blank.
"When can we be together, babe?" It was Nadine’s sweet voice, which now only made Andrew sick.
"Soon. Our plan worked. Your idea to trap Andrew with rated videos was awesome, Nadine." The man answered.
“Will he get fired?”
“I think so.” The man said, “Unless my father really likes him. Snlt. I couldn’t stand his stupid face anymore.”
Andrew recognized the voice, it’s the son of his boss, Orlando!
“I couldn’t stand living with Andrew anymore.” Andrew heard his girlfriend said, “I hope you can be in me all the time.”
Andrew's anger peaked; without wasting time, he opened Nadine's bedroom door. What caught his eye was his partly-dressed girlfriend and a man who was also wearing only…
"Andrews! Since when did you—KYAA!"
Without a word leaving his mouth, Andrew threw a punch to the face of the man.
"Stop it, Andrew!"
Andrew's hand stopped when Nadine forced her way in the middle of the fight. She hugged Orlando tightly, leaving her body exposed without a single thread.
"Why did you betray me?! Why did you frame me?! I don’t understand…what did I do wrong to you?!"
"Because I've had enough of you, Andrew! We have been 2 years, you never bought me any expensive stuff! You cheap useless trash…Look at my face, look at my body! Men ask my numbers all the time when I’m on the street. Why should I ever be a broke man like you?!"
"I always take care of you. I gave you anything you want. I gave all my salary to you!" Andrew looked at Nadine in a daze. His voice was shattered, like his heart.
Orlando, still in pain from the punch to his face, got up and said. "Thank you, Andrew. You are dead!"
Orlando hit Andrew back. Andrew tried to struggle and fight back, but his mind was so divided into anger and disappointment that he couldn't focus on the fight. Caught off guard, a punch to the stomach made Andrew fall to the ground.
"How dare you hit me; who do you think you are, Andrew?!"
Orlando pulled Andrew's body back; he pushed him towards the wall.
But Andrew fought back. Andrews countered with a punch to Orlando's face. Just as he was about to add one more punch--
"AKH!"
Andrew fell to the floor with his head covered in blood.
"Is he out?!" Nadine held a vase in her hand, watched Andrew fall to the floor.
If Andrew were awake, he would know that the vase was the anniversary gift from him to his girlfriend, and now it was being knocked on his head by her.
Orlando smiled crookedly and hugged Nadine. "Nice one, baby. He deserved that."
Orlando wiped his shoes on Andrew's fainted body before they left the room. However, a light appeared without them noticing.
A light came from something that was worn by Andrew, his necklace.
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Season 2-Chp 79
They arrived like wind crawling across a graveyard—gentle at first, scattered and fragmented. Voices with no mouths, syllables without origin, footsteps with no feet. The Spiral, ever observant, turned inward, then outward, trying to contain the sudden weight of being remembered.Cian stood inside its pulsing heart. The runes beneath him no longer felt smooth or responsive. They crackled underfoot, fragments of languages leaking from other realities, some older than speech, some impossibly young. He could hear laughter and sobbing at the same time. Some of these echoes wanted peace.But others?They only wanted to be seen.Syra drew a perimeter with her blade, muttering low chants of grounding magic. It wasn’t meant to protect—it was meant to remind her what was real.Ashiel whispered, “It’s not an invasion. It’s grief.”Yra knelt near the outer ring. Her eyes shimmered faintly. She was still new to embodiment. These cries reached into the cracks of her. She listened the way only some
Season 2-Chp 78
It began, as most irreversible things do, with silence.Not the passive quiet of dusk, not the hush of reverence. This silence was full, like breath held too long in a chamber about to shatter. The Spiral had grown calm—its runes no longer screamed, no longer recoiled. They pulsed, not with fear or anger now, but with something else entirely:Mercy.After Cian’s refusal to erase Jerome, after Yra’s naming of regret as truth, the Spiral had changed. Not dramatically. Not loudly. But deeply. It had accepted that contradiction could live beside harmony—that shame could sit beside courage—that guilt could be recorded without destroying the page it touched.The Spiral’s pulse slowed. Its glow warmed.But far beyond the Spiral’s perimeter—past what could be seen, even past what could be remembered—a ripple carried outward.It passed through the trees.Through the cracked skies.Through the forgotten paths of collapsed spirals.It moved like smoke through holes in time.It whispered one word
Season 2-Chp 77
The Spiral did not scream again.But it did not settle either.The world beneath them had stopped pretending to be stable. Runes rippled like water disturbed by unseen stones. Every step across the Spiral’s radius was like walking across someone’s heartbeat. It was a place of memory, of intention—but now, it struggled with something it had never processed before:Betrayal accepted.Cian had refused to erase Jerome.He had held the quill in his hand, the Spiral pulsing with righteous fury, and instead of cleansing the wound, he let it exist—chose to let the chain remain fractured, imperfect.And now?The Spiral didn’t know how to hold that kind of truth.Jerome stood just outside the Spiral’s center. Not speaking. Not moving. The runes wouldn’t come near him, and even the soil beneath his boots seemed to hesitate, as if uncertain of his weight.Cian had spared him, but the Spiral had not forgiven him.Yra watched this unfold in silence. She stood near the outer rim, her small hands clo
Season 2-Chp 76
The Spiral had gone quiet. Not inert—never that again—but contemplative, as though the force now pulsing beneath it had learned not just how to shape reality but how to listen. The air above its runes shimmered faintly, like a page being read by unseen eyes. Every movement made near it, every breath taken, felt heavier—not because the Spiral was judging, but because it was remembering.Yra stood beside it, her small frame haloed in the last traces of the amber light that had wrapped around her when she declared her name. The glow still clung faintly to her fingertips, warm and steady. She had not spoken again since that moment, and no one asked her to. A voice born in defiance didn’t need to rush. It had already proven it deserved to be heard.Cian watched her in silence. He could feel the Spiral under his boots—not shifting, not moving, but paying attention. The sensation crawled up through his calves and into his spine, like a presence was coiled just beneath his skin, not malevolen
Season 2-Chp 75
hem, placing her blade flat across her knees. “Do you want to stay here?”The girl hesitated. “The Order says I belong to them.”“But what do you say?” Ashiel asked.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve only just heard myself for the first time.”And in that fragile moment, something deep beneath the Spiral shifted.Not violently.Just… honestly.A single glyph cracked at the Spiral’s outer rim and rose, hovering, glowing.Jerome reached for it—but it floated to the girl instead.It settled over her chest and pressed gently against her skin.A sound echoed.Not words.Laughter.Soft, young. A child’s giggle—untouched by doctrine.The girl gasped. “That was me.”Ashiel whispered, “It’s your memory.”“No,” the alternate Ashiel said. “It’s fabricated. Manufactured by Cian’s error.”“Then explain,” Calith cut in, “why it feels so real.”The alternate Ashiel faltered. “Because emotion is easy to simulate.”“Yet impossible to fake,” Margareth replied sharply.The Spiral brightened again, not
Season 2-Chp 74
Not with fire, not with wrath, but with something older than both—conviction. Runes flowed across the ground like molten will. Memory and unwritten dreams surged in tandem, as if the world itself had decided, finally, to fight for its place.Cian stood at the Spiral’s heart. The quill in his hand trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of everything he and the others had anchored there. His pulse synced with the Spiral. Each heartbeat etched another declaration of existence into the stone.The emissaries from the dead Spiral stood at the edge. They had arrived as arbiters. They had demanded compliance. But now?Now they stood before something they could not quantify: defiance without destruction.The alternate Ashiel stepped forward. “You cannot maintain narrative resonance. This world is unstable.”The Spiral answered by flaring brighter.Real Ashiel stepped beside Cian. “Funny. You say unstable, but this place feels more alive than yours ever did.”The faceless one’s glyphs glit
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