Aurora’s POV I sat by the bonfire, drinking my beer like it was water. My emotions were in turmoil; today had truly been a challenging day, filled with a variety of problems, most of which were emotional. To make matters worse, I was betrayed by my one and only best friend! "Are you okay?" Nathan asked, returning with a box of pizza. "Is there a problem?" Ethan chimed in. "She hasn't said anything since she got back." "No problem," Nathan replied, his voice warm. "It's just... Xander is dating Bianca now. I made a good call leaving her." Nathan sat beside me, adding, "Maybe they've been seeing each other behind my back for a while." 'No way. The scientist freak never leaves his lab or his house. He doesn't even know Bianca until today,' I thought, my skepticism evident. "It's also good that Xander's with Bianca. We can be there for Aurora," Ethan suggested optimistically. "No," I protested without thinking, immediately regretting my outburst at the shocked faces of Nathan and Et
3rd POV Big and extravagant explosions were what were supposed to happen in the battle, and every Shadow Troop would agree: it would be totally fun to see ten Humvees explode into the sky, painting the sky with the yellow color of the explosion and flames. But sadly, the Shadow Troops didn’t do that again. Since their boss, Alex, took control of the mafia world and became the Dark King, a title people bestowed upon him, he gained many supporters from various mafia family leaders due to his efficiency, effectiveness, and ability to generate more profit through frugality. All those working under the Dark King were required to undergo 101 lessons on the importance of frugality and how to become rich by being miserly. They learned that rich people buy only what they need, not what they want. Although they wanted to explode all the Humvees, they knew that doing so would lead to a lengthy interrogation from their leader upon returning to base. They could already hear the questions: "Why
Aurora’s POV "You are weak… You are useless… You don’t deserve it…" Those voices kept spiraling inside my head constantly; I was never able to free myself from them. 28 years ago, my mother left our small town, returning 3 years later, burdened with pregnancy. After she gave me a birth, my mother lingered for four more years before mysteriously vanishing. Thus, my life was spent under my grandmother's care, my father's identity remaining a mystery and a source of disgrace to all. I was designated as the omega by the community, even though my grandmother and mother were once Betas. I endured a childhood marred by relentless bullying and numerous tears. My peers targeted me for being an omega and for my lack of parents, some cruelly saying my mother was a bitch, selling herself and causing an unwanted pregnancy, bringing shame to the family. Growing up, I was steeped in timidity, lacking the courage to assert myself and always fearing the people around me. "You can't walk in front
3rd POVThe aged butler, well-versed in the unpredictability of berserk wolves, moved cautiously towards where Xander lay. He had long served Prince Nicholas, his primary duty being to safeguard his master from any lurking dangers. He knew that Aurora, their target and the luna, had grown furious when her companion was assaulted by his master.Observing Xander's condition, he gently raised her upper body from the ground, propping her into a sitting position. "My lady," he began, his voice calm, "he still lives, albeit with a few broken bones. Prompt medical attention could save him. However, if you do not release my master..."The butler, with a swift motion, produced a short knife and pressed it against Xander's neck. "Should you refuse, he will join my master in the afterlife. What say you?"Aurora's anger intensified, her biting grip on Nicholas causing him to wail in agony. As the butler applied pressure on the knife, a trickle of blood seeped from Xander's wound.The sight and sc
Aurora's POVAfter breakfast, a maid guided me through the expansive palace to the royal study hall. We traversed a long, lofty corridor adorned with an array of paintings, their rich colors vivid against the walls and ceiling. She pushed open a massive, three-meter-high wooden door."Please enter, Mademoiselle," she said, gesturing inside.The Royal Study Hall was an impressive chamber, steeped in history. It was designed in the style of an amphitheater, with ample space to seat fifty individuals. Rows of chairs ascended in tiers, providing an unobstructed view of the front. An elderly woman, adorned in a gown reminiscent of a bygone era, oversaw the proceedings. Four young women, who appeared to be around my age, were seated nearby."Well, Miss Aurora," the old woman began, her voice stern and unyielding, "you are a week late. Please take your seat, and you can learn alongside your peers."By habit, I tried to find the seat that will cause the less attraction to others."Since we ha
‘Me as the queen?’ I was kind of confused by this sudden notice. As I wanted to aske more…"With all due respect, Prince Nicholas," Scarlet addressed Prince Nicholas with a daring stance. She began confidently, "why is it that Omega is deemed worthy to be a Queen while we are reduced to mere concubines? I can offer everything she can.""You, come here," Prince Nicholas commanded with a slight nod, beckoning Scarlet closer.With eagerness and a confident stride, Scarlet approached him, radiating seductive allure with each step. Without any prior warning, Prince Nicholas's hand swung out, delivering a stinging slap across Scarlet's cheek, leaving a fiery red mark. Shocked, Scarlet began to protest. "What is the meaning of ...!"Before she could complete her sentence, he struck her once more, his eyes aflame with unspoken rage."Why...!" Scarlet attempted to speak, but Prince Nicholas struck her once again, this time with even greater force, sending her tumbling to the floor. Scarlet's d
In my life, I had always restrained myself, no matter how angry I was. I staunchly believed that inflicting pain on others was an unforgivable act. Yet, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, I found myself betraying my own principles. For the first time, I plunged a short, 20 cm military knife into Scarlet's abdomen. The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.Her screaming pain was blocked by a mouth gag, and her both hands and feet are chained to the bed. The sight was ghastly. Blood trickled down, warm and startlingly red, creating a stark contrast against her pale skin."If you slice it to the side, following the knife's sharp edge, it will open a big wound, like when Japanese people perform hara-kiri, and her stomach organ will spill out. If you twist your knife like a knob, she will get a nasty wound that will be hard to heal. So, what's your choice?" The sound was ringing in my
"Don’t you think this is already sufficient for the spar?" Nadine's voice echoed close by. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw her standing between Marie and Scarlet, with a knife in each hand, poised at each of their necks. She was pulling her knifes or their neck away from me with deliberate, dangerous grace. "Be careful," she warned in a low, menacing tone. "These knives are blind. Make no sudden moves, or I might accidentally slice your throats. Now, step away from the girl." "What the hell are you doing, Nadine?" Scarlet's voice rose in alarm. "I'm simply aligning myself with Prince Nicolas," Nadine replied, her smile chilling. "He proclaimed this girl as his queen. As his loyal concubine, it's my duty to protect her. But you, flaming red hair, I'm afraid your fate is sealed tonight. You might have learned some of our personal information’s, but you clearly don't understand the Prince. He despises those who tamper with his possessions. Had you actually killed her, we'd all be in
I looked at the baby he was so cute, but I know I had to act. I dressed him in new clothes and wrote the prophecy about his future role in saving the world on the cloth. He was destined to return here, to build a dome for humanity and fulfill his fate—perhaps he had already completed his mission. I donned the wrist device and fashioned a smaller one for the baby, so we could travel through time together. But first, I had to ensure that the future would be free of problems. The spheres were set to manage the environment, programmed to halt their work when CO2 levels reached 0.04%. As for who would rule in the future, I chose not to decide. The people must learn to govern themselves; some were already training to use the spheres. I couldn't always be their deity; they needed to become self-sufficient. With the baby in tow, I prepared to leave this era, knowing I would never return; it wasn't my place. Together, we activated the high-frequency drive, propelling us into the fourth
On the night the baby was born, the parents was sleeping soundly, unaware of the sphere descended to take a sample of the newborn's blood.It was painless. And the sphere quickly checked the DNA.As the results flashed on the screen, it not fit my DNA. But I saw a connection between myself and this baby—a sibling, perhaps.I didn’t now if I have messed up with the future or I still unborn in this time.Two years later, the woman I believed to be my mother was expecting again, this time a daughter. It was clear then that the baby wasn’t me.All I can do was waiting.In the five years since I came here, we constructed 76,910 domes worldwide, sheltering 500 million survivors from the once 8 billion-strong human population.The disparity was stark: some domes teemed with life, while others stood empty, their ecosystems meticulously engineered and automated, home only to selected wildlife.The advent of virtual exploration allowed people to survey these domes remotely, relocating if they f
"Show me where my parents are," I commanded the sphere with excitement. After long years, I was about to meet my long-lost parents.The sphere generated a screen for me to view, revealing a young man and woman, perhaps around 20 years old, entering the Eden Dome for the first time. They appeared bewildered and lost, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and wonder."Are you sure they are my parents?" I questioned, my brow furrowed in doubt. They were even younger than me. It felt odd, almost as if I should call them little brother and sister instead of parents."Yes, Master," the sphere responded affirmatively. "Your genetic DNA matches theirs perfectly.""But," I hesitated, scrutinizing the image, my heart pounding with a strange apprehension. "Send one sphere to them; I need to ask them something."The distance seemed vast, with our dome situated half a world away, creating a chasm between us."As you wish, Master."A sphere glided toward the man and woman in the distant dome. "Excuse
"Guys, please stop it," I implored, the urgency clear in my voice. "There will be no use."The spheres that had been hovering alongside each of the gang’s leaders and their members suddenly flared into a menacing red hue. "The host is showing harmful behavior. The security protocol will be launched," it announced in a dispassionate tone.Without warning, the spheres emitted a piercing frequency that targeted all guns, weapons, and harmful items. In moments, they disintegrated into fine atom dust, which the sphere then collected and whisked away, presumably to be repurposed as building material.The bear leader's and all gang’s members face registered shock, then eyes wide with disbelief and fear."In Eden, when you make a mistake, there are two options for you to choose from," I continued, my voice steady. "One, we simply expel you back to where you came from. Or, alternatively, you can e
In the dimly lit underground city, I had just finished selling my last can of food. Eagerly, I was about to purchase more slaves, when the bear gang leader approached me with his smelly body odour.Water was precious here; people wash their body once a year.His burly frame cast a long shadow as he strode towards me, flanked by two other gang’s leaders, their footsteps echoing in the small alley.“Alex, the fish seller,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing.“That’s me!” I responded with a cheerful smile.“We want you to take us to the fish factory. Can you, do it?” His eyes, sharp and probing, seemed to pierce through me, daring me to decline.“Sure,” I replied happily. “The owner already mentioned he'd be thrilled to have you all there. He said there’s plenty of food.”“Really?” he asked, scepticism written all over his rugged face.“Yes, take as many people as you can,” I urged, sensing their disbelief.The three of them exchanged looks of shock and disbelief. “Whatever,” one of
I stood in my house, gazing at the sprawling expanse of New York City below, dreaming of transforming it into a colossal dome.However, the architectural limitations soon became apparent, leading to a revised plan of constructing a network of smaller domes, each the size of a soccer field, interconnected like a honeycomb.This design was not only efficient but also practical in case of emergencies, such as shattered glass or structural failures. It could be easily detached and repaired without causing trouble to the entire dome.As the temperature inside the dome needed to be controlled for the plants and for the humans.The first group of eighty slaves, were settled in one of the completed domes. For the time being, they shared a common sleeping area, heavily medicated to aid their recovery and adjustment to their new environment.Each person was assigned a spherical device designed to help them acclimate to this "new Eden."At the night before, I was guiding them out of the undergro
‘No, I cannot move now before I know everything about them. I may wrongly save people and cause trouble. I need to study them more,’ I thought, my mind racing with caution.“Spheres 567, stay on the underground and record everything about their activities,” I commanded, letting them delve into the shadows.Finding one of the human underground hubs, I dispatched another hundred spheres to scout the area. Because humans may concentrate in one locale, and my hunch was spot on.Humans were crafting an underground city, intertwining with the natural caves and beginning to carve out a vast space within the earth's embrace.Through the spherical eyes, I glimpsed a colossal chamber that sparked memories of the largest underground city ever discovered, Derinkuyu in Cappadocia, Turkey, capable of sheltering around 20,000 people along with their livestock and food stores.But the population here seemed to surpass 80,000, with the capacity to house over 200,000. As I used the spheres to map the e
One had to remember where he was from. I had completed my research to elevate human frequency to a higher dimension, allowing passage through space and time. This ambition was fueled by my desire to meet my parents in the future.In my study room, I carefully handled the clothes that had swaddled me as a baby, left at the orphanage door. The fabric held the mystery of my origins. Despite using the gate to the past to uncover who had placed me at the orphanage, no one appeared. The clothes and I simply materialized out of nowhere.I placed the garment on the scanning blueprint machine, aiming to record every atom and deduce the era it hailed from. This information was pivotal for my journey to that specific time.The smart device strapped to my wrist was brimming with data necessary for the impending future war. In moments, the year 2112 flashed on its screen. Was it truly 80 years into the future?Activating the smart device on my left arm, my body began to feel ethereal, as the body
AlexI brought back a child, a five-year-old girl, to my mansion when I encountered Nadine. "Can you take care of this child as you do our own?" I asked tentatively."Who is she?" Nadine inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion and curiosity.I hesitated, grappling with the truth. The thought of Nadine possibly becoming a cruel stepmother to Aurora's daughter haunted me. But the weight of the secret was too heavy. As she could find the answer by herself anytime she wants."She is Aurora's daughter," I confessed. "I killed Nicholas, and soon Aurora will vanish from this world. This child is utterly alone, bearing no fault in these tragic events.""And her name?" Nadine pressed, her demeanour softening as she gently took the child into her arms, cradling her with maternal warmth.Shaking my head, I replied, "Aurora refused to name her. She's been living like a shadow among the maids, an unwanted soul.""How heartless can one be!" Nadine exclaimed, her face contorting in anger