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CHAPTER 163 — THE GIRL WHO NEVER MET HIM
Celeste Cain had always trusted patterns.People revealed themselves in habits—what they avoided, what they repeated, what they pretended not to notice. That belief had guided her career, her distance from her family, her quiet insistence on living a life that felt earned rather than inherited.It was why the unease unsettled her so deeply.She stood at the window of her office overlooking the city, coffee cooling in her hand, watching traffic flow too smoothly. Not efficiently—obediently. The light changed. Cars moved. Pedestrians crossed. Every rhythm felt rehearsed.She pressed her fingers against the glass.Something is missing, she thought.The thought had no shape. No memory attached. Just absence.Her assistant knocked lightly. “Ms. Cain? The board call is starting.”Celeste nodded, forcing a smile. “I’ll be right there.”Cain.The name still tasted strange sometimes. She used it professionally, nothing more. Victor Cain was a name on legal documents, an absence in her life. De
CHAPTER 162 — WHAT REMAINS
The world did not collapse all at once.It peeled.Luther stood at the center of it, breath tearing from his chest as the false timeline shredded outward like cheap fabric. Buildings didn’t explode—they unregistered. Streets rewound into scaffolding, people flattened into data silhouettes before dissolving entirely.Victor watched from a distance, his form sharpening as the illusion died.“You see now,” Victor said calmly. “Why do I have to do it?”The void receded and reality reasserted itself.Luther staggered forward and nearly fell.The city was still there.But it was wrong.Skylines leaned at impossible angles, held together by brute probability rather than physics. Whole districts pulsed with artificial calm—people walking in perfect loops, faces slack, eyes faintly glowing as stabilizer waves washed over them.This wasn’t peace.It was enforced quiet.Luther felt the Gene surge violently in response, screaming against the compression. Every step he took revealed layers beneath
CHAPTER 161 — THE PROBABILITY VOID
Luther woke to silence so complete it felt engineered.No alarms.No hum of machines.No pressure of the thread pulling at his thoughts.For a long moment, he didn’t move. Instinct told him that moving might fracture something fragile like the surface of water frozen thin.When he finally sat up, the first thing he noticed was gravity.Normal. Stable. No probability drift. No resistance.The second thing he noticed was the room.It was a small apartment. Clean, lived-in. Morning light filtered through half-drawn blinds, cutting the space into pale rectangles. A coffee mug sat on the counter. A jacket draped over a chair.None of it felt wrong.That terrified him.Luther swung his legs off the bed, heart pounding. His body felt… ordinary. No internal pressure. No Gene surge humming under his skin. No constant awareness of branching outcomes.He stood and nearly stumbled.“I’m dreaming,” he muttered.The words didn’t echo. Didn’t dissolve.They just… existed.He moved to the mirror over
Chapter 160: The Cost of Holding Everything
Celeste entered the convergence node alone.The structure wasn’t a room in any normal sense. It was a pressure point where the world thinned, where reality bent inward instead of outward. The air vibrated faintly, like something massive breathing just out of sight.Selene’s voice crackled in her ear. “Celeste, once you cross the threshold, I can’t pull you back. Genesis doesn’t exist anymore but its bones do.”“I know,” Celeste said.Marcus tried one last time. “If this turns into a forced resolution...”“I won’t let it,” she said quietly.Then she stepped forward.The world inverted.Luther felt her before he saw her.The strain eased for a fraction of a second, like a knot loosening just enough to breathe. He had learned to recognize every kind of pressure the thread carried—fear, hope, indecision—but Celeste’s presence cut through all of it with terrifying clarity.“Celeste,” he said.She stood across from him, impossibly solid in a place that barely tolerated existence. Her face w
Chapter 159: The Choice That Should Not Exist
Genesis did not hesitate because it felt mercy.It hesitated because it had never been designed for this.Two anchors.Two wills holding the same thread.The system convulsed, layers of probability grinding against one another like tectonic plates. Luther felt it as pressure behind his eyes, in his chest, down his spine—every possible future screaming to be resolved.Celeste’s hand was still in his.Solid. Real.Not data. Not simulation.“You shouldn’t be here,” Luther said, voice strained but steady. “This place eats people.”Celeste tightened her grip. “So does the world you’ve been protecting alone.”Revenant stood several steps back, half-lit by cascading system code, watching the unraveling loom with naked calculation. “Genesis is recalculating anchor hierarchy,” they said. “It’s trying to decide which of you it can afford to lose.”Victor’s presence surged beneath them like a rising tide.REMOVE THE WEAKER VARIABLE, Victor thundered through the system.THE HEIR MUST STAND ALONE.
Chapter 158: The Thread That Refused to Die
The city was quiet in a way that felt unnatural.No alarms. No emergency broadcasts. No screaming feeds looping catastrophe. Just a dull hum as systems restarted and people tried to understand why they were still alive.Celeste stood on the observation deck overlooking the skyline, her hands braced on the glass. Cain Tower still burned in the distance, its upper spire half-collapsed, smoke bleeding into the morning sky.Luther should have been here.Selene broke the silence behind her. “Every public system is stabilizing. Gene surges are down to baseline. Phase Three is… dormant.”Marcus turned sharply. “Dormant isn’t dead.”“No,” Selene agreed. “It’s waiting.”Celeste didn’t turn. “And Luther?”Selene hesitated too long.Marcus clenched his jaw. “Say it.”Selene swallowed. “Genesis shows no active human anchor. But...” she exhaled “...there’s a persistent anomaly in the core architecture.”Celeste finally faced her. “What kind of anomaly?”Selene pulled the data onto the main screen.
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