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 3-Chp 103
Helena ran before she could think. Her boots sank into the wet sand, leaving prints that the tide tried — and failed — to wash away. Behind her, the sky folded in on itself like a bruised page, a black seam stitching the horizon. The air tasted of iron and cold rain. Every breath came with a memory not entirely hers: the scrape of stone, a child’s cry, someone whispering a name and then forgetting it.Eiren was only a long breath away, but the world had stretched. Fields that had been soft and familiar now rose in strange folds. Trees leaned away as if listening for a different sound; roofs glimmered with a reflection that was not light but thought. Houses along the coastal lane opened their doors automatically as she passed, the people inside looking at her with expressions fragile as glass.“Helena!” someone called. Lira’s voice cut through the fog of her panic, steady and terrible in its calm. Lira was waiting where the road dipped, cloak drenched, hair plastered to her face. Her e
Season 3-Chp 102
The new world breathed differently.The air no longer hummed with static, no more threads of light running under the ground. The sky was a softer gray, and the rivers shimmered as if they remembered what purity felt like.Helena had been living at the edge of the northern coast, in a settlement that called itself Eiren, named after peace that no one truly believed in. Wooden homes grew from the roots of old ruins, stitched together with glass and faith. Children ran through the fields. Bells rang at dawn. On the surface, everything was still.But Helena knew stillness could lie.Every night, she dreamt of the lake of glass — of her reflection cracking, of Elias’s smile fading like breath on frost. She woke with his name in her mouth, but the sound dissolved before she could speak it.Sometimes she wondered if the world itself was avoiding his name.The others called her “the Mirrorborn.” They said she walked out of the storm when everything went dark, carrying the scent of lightning a
Season 3-Chp 101
The night fell with no stars. Only a trembling silver bruise stretched across the sky, flickering like a wound that refused to close. Helena stood on the edge of the ruins once called the Sanctum, her breath visible in the cold, her pulse echoing the slow decay of the world.No birds. No wind. Only the faint hum beneath her feet — the same hum she once heard in the Veil.She lowered her gaze. The ground was veined with glowing threads, pulsing faintly, like veins of light buried deep within the soil. Every pulse synchronized with her heartbeat. Every flash felt like something alive beneath her skin, waiting to wake.“Don’t,” a voice whispered from the shadows.Helena turned sharply. Lira stepped forward, her cloak torn, eyes rimmed red. She looked exhausted — not from battle, but from believing too long in hope that kept dying.“It’s spreading,” Helena said softly. “The fractures. They’re following me.”Lira shook her head. “No. They’re not following you. You’re carrying them.”Helena
Season 3-Chp 100
At first, there was only rhythm.No light. No form. Only a single pulse beating through infinity — steady, perfect, unbroken.The boy had once called it home.Now, he floated within it like a ghost trapped in a dying dream. The Pulse no longer sang in harmony; it whispered in fragments, each beat trembling with the memory of things it had tried to erase. Faces. Voices. Worlds.He remembered Kael’s eyes the night he vanished — the look of understanding, or maybe pity.He remembered Isara’s trembling hands, her glow faltering as the Pulse began to collapse.He remembered Helena most of all — her final words echoing through his bones like a prophecy:“To awaken the divine, you must first break the rhythm.”He hadn’t understood then.Now he did.Because everything that remained within him was broken.The space around him shifted constantly — colors folding inward, sound twisting into shapes. Memory behaved like gravity; he could fall through it endlessly.When he looked up, he saw stars m
Season 3-Chp 99
The world had no seasons anymore.The sun rose and fell with mechanical precision, its light filtered through an atmosphere too still to carry clouds. Rivers no longer flowed — they circulated, looping endlessly through channels that shimmered like veins of glass.Every city hummed in harmony with the Pulse.And no one noticed the silence beneath the song.Kael woke every morning to the same rhythm. The same hum vibrating through the walls of his chamber. The same faint shimmer in the air that made shadows behave like reflections.He had stopped counting the years.Time no longer moved forward. It oscillated, pulsing back and forth like a tide caught between two breaths. Some days he felt decades older. Others, he woke feeling like a man who had never left that night of collapse.The Pulse had granted humanity peace — but at the cost of variance.There were no wars, no hunger, no grief. But there were no dreams either.Every thought moved in rhythm with the hum, every word carried the
Season 3-Chp 98
The world no longer breathed in silence.Every dawn came with a hum. Every river, every blade of grass, every heartbeat moved in rhythm to something vast and invisible — something that no longer asked to be obeyed.It commanded.Kael had stopped sleeping three nights ago. The hum had become too loud. Not in his ears, but in his bones — a low, constant vibration that no sound could drown. When he closed his eyes, he saw fractal patterns shifting behind his lids, spirals of light and shadow forming languages he could almost read.He thought of Helena sometimes — the stories whispered about her, how she had vanished into the light centuries ago. Some said she had become part of the Pulse. Others said she had defied it, leaving scars in the world that still bled time.Now, standing on the glass bridge over the silver river, Kael wondered which was worse — to become one with the Pulse, or to resist until it tore you apart.“Kael.”Isara’s voice cut through the hum like a blade. She approac
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