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Neo MoroengAfter victory, love makes its hardest demand. Chapter 32 closes the saga not with war, but with a choice. As Earth and Mars forge an interstellar alliance, Ka!ri is named Emissary Leader of the Martian colony. The announcement is shocking—and heartbreaking. She asks the MC to come with her. He stays. Earth still needs him. In a quiet, bittersweet goodbye, they part with a kiss—soft as memory, heavy with destiny. Now, as Ka!ri builds a new world beneath a red sky, and the MC labors to heal a broken Earth, they remain connected by a distant star and a love suspended across space. This is not the end. It’s a beginning—of two futures, one legacy, and a hope that somewhere down the line, their paths may cross again.
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Chapter 41: The Lost Shuttle
The green luminescence on Rachel's arm pulsed with a sickening rhythm, a stark, alien glow against her pale skin. It spread steadily, a network of glowing veins branching from the baboon bite like a grotesque, living map. Every few minutes, she'd wince—sharp, shallow breaths—as her body stiffened under the strain. This wasn’t infection. It was mutation. Her biology wasn’t deteriorating; it was being rewritten.And it was my fault. I’d dragged her through this. I’d brought her into the war zone.“How are you holding up?” I asked, even though the answer was written across her face.“It burns,” she whispered, avoiding my eyes. “But also… it’s like my blood is cold. Like something’s slowing me down… and speeding something else up.”She didn’t say what. She didn’t need to.!Guruseb kept a few paces ahead, quiet and alert. His silence wasn’t indifference—it was calculation. He kept glancing back at Rachel, his eyes narrowing slightly every time the green glow brightened. He knew, like I did
Chapter 40: Converging Threats
The sun cast long, skeletal shadows across the broken terrain of Mafikeng, painting the ruins in hues of bruised purple and fading orange. My head still throbbed, a dull echo of the fugue, but the ringing in my ears had receded to a manageable hum. Clarity came at a cost. The absence of Aris pressed against my chest like a weight. Every twisted beam, every shattered window whispered his name.Rachel walked to my left, her energy rifle held ready, eyes scanning every ruined corner. Her jaw was set, the grief wrapped tight around her like armor. !Guruseb, silent to my right, moved with the lethal grace of a predator. Where I faltered, he remained precise. Alert. Steady.“They’ll consolidate around the launchpad,” I said, voice still rough. “It’s their primary hub now. They'll expect retaliation.”Mafikeng—once a thriving urban sprawl—was now a maze of decay and stubborn regrowth. Vines crawled up cracked facades. Wild grass pushed through fractured pavement. Steel bones of buildings str
Chapter 39: The Fugue State
The explosion still echoed in my mind, a thunderous crack that had shattered more than just concrete and steel. A high-pitched, insistent whine rang in my ears—a sharp, piercing note that drowned out everything else. My vision blurred at the edges. The world around me was a smeared canvas of gray ash, firelight, and shifting shadows. I stumbled forward. My legs moved on autopilot. My body wasn't mine.My mind had become a broken circuit, firing phantom signals. The familiar overlays of mission logs and vitals—always there in my HUD—were gone. My thoughts were like strangers, whispering through static.Rachel’s voice buzzed faintly through the haze. Her lips moved. She clutched my arms, trying to anchor me—but I couldn’t hear her. Not properly. Her voice was distant, underwater. !Guruseb’s face entered my field of view, his expression carved in worry. He spoke, too—but it was muffled, like sound behind glass.I couldn’t answer. My thoughts were drowning in fog. The high, chitinous shri
Chapter 38: Price of Freedom
The tower’s steel door slammed shut behind us, its thunderous clang echoing like a final verdict. We were free—no longer prisoners of the Nova Corrective Facility—but it felt more like we had traded one cage for a far wider, deadlier one. Behind us, the facility—part alien monolith, part relic of Earth’s forgotten infrastructure—lay in ruin, shattered across the R503, about seven kilometers from Mahikeng’s CBD.“We have to move!” I barked, adrenaline still crashing through me. “They’ll swarm this place in minutes.”We were on the outskirts of Dihatshwane Village. The name itself felt like a warning. The R503 stretched before us, a cracked and ruined ribbon of tar lined by the skeletal remains of a small industrial park. But it wasn’t the silence that chilled me—it was the scent. Not just the metallic tang of alien air, but something else… musky, primal. Baboons.Dr. Kim motioned us forward, urgency etched across her face. “This way—those service buildings!”We bolted, slipping between
Chapter 37: The Red Ground Rebellion
The first sensation was cold. It seeped into my bones from the graphene bench beneath me, a stark and sterile chill that was the opposite of death. I swept my body for wounds, surprised to find only the phantom aches of a brutal impact. I was alive. I was lying in a transparent cell, a fiberglass cubicle framed by thin carbon tubes. My mind, still swimming in a fog of ozone and desperation, slowly began to piece together my surroundings.My gaze drifted to the necklace around my neck, a small pendant made from a fragment of the Red Rock. I wrapped my fingers around it, the familiar weight a tangible anchor to a life I'd left behind. A memory, sharp and vivid, cut through the haze. Jarek’s smile, his infectious enthusiasm for the Martian landscape, our shared sense of wonder at the Rock’s unique properties. The bittersweet reminder of what I'd lost hit me with a physical pang. I held the pendant for a moment longer, a symbol of my past, a tangible connection to the Martian world, a sile
Chapter 36: Landing and Last Stand
The pod’s landing was a violent, bone-shaking crash—not a controlled descent, but a brutal end to our fiery plunge. We hit the ground hard, a thunderclap of tortured metal and ruptured glass that sent us sprawling against our harnesses. The cabin groaned, a final, dying protest, before the shuddering ceased and the silence descended. A thick, metallic dust filled the air, the scent of a dead world.I unbuckled my harness, my body bruised and aching. Dr. Patel, Uchendu, and Professor Tanaka were all alive, but their faces were masks of shock, their eyes wide with the terror of a fall we should not have survived. We were no longer on Horizon's Edge. We were on the ground, in the heart of the new apocalypse.The pod’s emergency hatch hissed open, revealing a landscape of total desolation. The air, thick with dust and the acrid tang of alien presence, was a stark contrast to the sterile environment we had known. The sky, a bruised, reddish hue, was a constant, menacing reminder of our defe
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