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PROLOGUE

Gojo Satoru didn’t feel the pain anymore.

No heartbreak.

No regret.

No body.

Just… the slow, eerie sensation of something unraveling. Like a thread tugged loose from the...

CHAPTER FOUR: HOSTAGE

The facility shook violently as Noelle’s monstrous form tore through steel walls somewhere behind him. Harry stumbled as another explosion r

The facility shook violently as Noelle’s monst...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND SKY DIVING

The plane rattled as it climbed, the wind howling just beyond its thin metal walls. A red light above the open hatch pulsed steadily. A countdown.

Contessa sat near the open door, wearing a r...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND ROOM SERVICE

The morning sun filtered through gauzy curtains, casting golden stripes across the hotel bed. Maggie lay tangled in the sheets, hair a mess, eyes half-lidded with sleep. She stretched, yawned, and ...

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: THE WEIGHT OF A NAME

The Manor was too quiet.

Not in the sterile, suffocating way hospitals were. Not like the locker, where every second of silence had been weaponized. No—this was a different kind of quiet. T...

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO - REBECCA II

Rebecca stood atop the shattered roof of what had once been a corporate tower, its skeletal frame jutting into the evening air like the ribs of some long-dead titan. The wind tugged at her cape, du...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND ROMANTIC DATES

The restaurant was all dark wood and soft jazz, the kind of place where conversations happened in low voices and desserts came in tall glasses with delicate shavings of gold on top. A small candle ...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND ROLEPLAY

Warm shadows stretched along the walls of the hotel suite, and the curtains were drawn shut against the city outside. Maggie sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her hair still damp from the sh...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND BOARD GAMES

The hotel lounge was quiet, lit by the dim glow of hanging lanterns and the flickering orange of a fireplace. A few guests were scattered around, lost in books or nursing drinks. In the middle of t...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND STARGAZING

The beach had emptied out after sunset. The bonfires had burned low, the music faded to a soft jingle in the distance, and most vacationers had retreated to their hotels or tents. The sky stretched...

CHAPTER THREE: THE GAMBIT

Rows of monitors cast a cold glow across Coil’s office, each one a window into a different cell, corridor, or containment unit. On one scree

Rows of monitors cast a cold glow across Coil’...

CHAPTER TWO: THE ANOMALY

Thomas Calvert prided himself on control. Every variable accounted for. Every outcome anticipated. That was the promise of his power—complet

Thomas Calvert prided himself on control.

...

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE TEST

Despite it occurring in his head, the conflict had been simmering for days, just beneath the surface. But in the sterile light of the PRT testing chamber, it finally boiled over.

Despite it o...

INTERLUDE: A MEASURED HAND

Screens flickered in shades of blue and gray in the PRT’s operations hub, surveillance feeds pulling in fragmented images from across Brockton Bay.

Armsmaster—Colin—stood at the central...

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A WARNING

The gym lights buzzed overhead, harsh and fluorescent, casting long, flickering shadows across the padded floor. The air still smelled of sweat and exertion, stale and heavy, even though the last o...

ANNOUNCMENT

I’m really sorry, guys, but I'm feeling ill. There might be no update today and tomorrow. Sorry once again; I will try and manage myself better

CHAPTER ONE: DEAD MAN WALKING

The Killing Curse should have been the end. The ground rushing up as green light filled his vision, bringing with it the certainty of death. Then…

A gasp, raw and desperate, tore from Harry...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND BEACH GAMES

The frisbee arced through the air, spinning lazily before landing with a soft thwap in Maggie’s outstretched hands. She grinned and tossed it back toward the group playing nearby. The sand was wa...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND SOUVENIRS

The gift shop was cramped, its narrow aisles packed with trinkets, postcards, and novelty items branded with the town’s name. A sluggish stream of tourists drifted through, idly flipping through ...

CHAPTER FORTY: FALLING INTO A ROUTINE

Days passed, and Taylor settled into a routine. Or tried to, at least.

Morning lectures. Afternoon study sessions. Evenings spent tucked away in the quiet corners of the library, where the hu...

CHAPTER THREE: BROCKTON BAY’S GANGS

PRT Threat Assessment Office

Shikamaru spread three files across his desk.

Empire 88.

Azn Bad Boys.

The Merchants.

Each folder was overstuffed with arrest records, te...

CHAPTER TWELVE: EYES IN THE DARK

The security footage played for the third time, the grainy image flickering across the monitor. Armsmaster leaned in, his armored fingers steepled beneath his chin. 

The scene was brutal...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND VACATIONS

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting the ocean in molten gold. Waves lapped against the shore, steady and unhurried, the brown noise punctuated by the distant laughter of children, the inte...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND IN-FLIGHT MEALS

Flight attendants moved down the aisle in the cabin, their carts rattling softly over the carpet. The scent of reheated food wafted from the neatly arranged trays, vaguely savory, but undercut by t...

CHAPTER TWO: THE ART OF DOING NOTHING

PRT Headquarters

Shikamaru had perfected the art of looking busy.

It wasn’t hard. A slightly furrowed brow here, the occasional tap of a pen against his temple there, and—most impo...

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE MASK OF NOMALCY

Taylor sat stiffly in the high-backed leather chair across from Bruce Wayne. The study was dimly lit, the glow of the fireplace casting long shadows across the room. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves li...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND AEROPLANES

The airport was a study in controlled chaos. Announcements crackled over the intercom, suitcases rolled across polished floors, and travellers moved through long lines—some rushing, some waiting,...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND COFFEE

The coffee shop was small, nestled between larger buildings on a quiet street. The air carried the rich scent of roasted beans and freshly baked pastries, blending with the low murmur of conversati...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND… THE CARNIVAL RIDE

The carnival was alive with sound: the shrill screech of roller coasters, the rattle of carousel horses, and the occasional laughter of children, high-pitched and carefree. The scent of caramelized...

CHAPTER ONE: REINCARNATION IS SUCH A DRAG

The first thing Shikamaru Nara became aware of was the dull, relentless pounding in his skull.

It wasn’t the sharp sting of a kunai wound, nor the dull ache of chakra exhaustion—this was ...