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Chapter 311: PLEASE SKIP THIS -

Chapter 311: PLEASE SKIP THIS Chapter

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Hey everyone,

I have to post this message with a very heavy heart because I’ve made a huge mistake, and I am incredibly sorry for it.

I somehow managed to upload a completely wrong set of Chapters. Everything from Chapter 292 all the way to Chapter 313 is incorrect and has nothing to do with our main storyline. I can only imagine how confusing this must have been for all of you, and I am truly ashamed of this error.

So, this is what I need you all to do:

Please, please SKIP all Chapters from 292 to 313.

The story picks back up correctly at Chapter 314. Please jump straight to Chapter 314.

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Adam sat comfortably in a simple chair within his room, the afternoon light filtering through the window blinds, casting striped shadows across the floor. He was engaged in a casual, ongoing conversation with Pratham, though Pratham wasn’t physically present.

Their communication flowed easily through their established mental link, a common occurrence. The room was quiet otherwise, filled only with the low murmur of Adam’s side of the conversation.

Suddenly, a disruption occurred near the center of the room. Sona materialized, shimmering into view not on the floor, but hovering several feet above it.

She—or perhaps it—appeared as a being of condensed light, humanoid in vague outline but ethereal and translucent. She drifted directly towards Adam, her luminous form bobbing slightly in the air.

"Adam," Sona’s voice resonated, not through the air, but directly within Adam’s mind, a slight tremor running through the usually smooth mental tone. "I am... feeling something unusual."

Adam paused his mental exchange with Pratham. He registered mild surprise. Sona rarely manifested with such abruptness or expressed sensations akin to unease.

Typically, her presence was subtle, her communication concise and purposeful. She didn’t engage in theatrics or unnecessary displays. This felt different.

Before Adam could fully process the anomaly or formulate a query back to Sona, her hovering form abruptly destabilized. The light composing her flickered violently, like a faulty bulb.

Her previously steady position in the air wavered, and then, with startling suddenness, she simply dropped. Her luminous body impacted the floor with a soft, dull thud, the sound jarring in the quiet room.

The light dimmed significantly, though it didn’t extinguish entirely, leaving a faint, pulsing shape lying inert on the carpet.

A surge of shock jolted Adam. He shot upright from his chair. "Sona!" The name escaped his lips aloud, sharp and laced with disbelief. Her sudden collapse was inexplicable, alarming. He immediately refocused his mental link. "Pratham! Check Sona’s status! Report! What just happened?"

He sent the urgent mental command, expecting an instant diagnostic or response. Silence. Not just a lack of reply, but a complete absence of connection, as if the channel itself had been severed abruptly. The familiar mental presence of Pratham was simply... gone.

Adam frowned, a knot of concern tightening in his chest. He tried again, broadcasting the thought with more force. "Pratham! Respond! Status update needed immediately!"

Still nothing. The mental void remained absolute. This was highly irregular. Pratham always maintained the link, always responded.

The silence was deeply unsettling. Worry began to mix with the initial shock. He shifted his focus, reaching out through a different, purely telepathic channel he maintained with another associate.

"Zero," he projected the thought, a thread of urgency underpinning the mental call. "Zero, report. What is happening? I’ve lost contact with Pratham, and Sona just collapsed."

He waited, straining his mental senses for the familiar telepathic signature of Zero, for any acknowledgement, any flicker of response.

Again, only absolute silence greeted his probe. The connection felt dead, unresponsive. It was as if both Pratham and Zero had simultaneously ceased to exist on the network he relied upon.

The implications struck Adam with force. Two separate, reliable contacts vanishing without a trace at the exact moment Sona inexplicably fainted before him – this couldn’t be a coincidence.

The surprise morphed into serious alarm. Something was actively interfering, cutting him off, targeting his companions.

He pushed the disturbing thoughts aside for the moment, his immediate concern Sona. He strode quickly across the room to where her faint, flickering form lay on the floor.

He knelt beside her, carefully scooping her surprisingly light body into his arms. Her luminescence pulsed weakly against his hands. He held her gently, examining her diminished form, trying to understand what could have affected her so profoundly.

He hadn’t even begun to analyze the situation further when it struck him. A powerful, invisible force slammed into his consciousness, like an electrical surge overloading his senses. It wasn’t a physical blow, but a targeted psychic assault, immense and overwhelming.

His thoughts fractured, his awareness fogged instantly. A sharp, disorienting vertigo washed over him. The strength drained from his limbs as if plugs had been pulled.

His grip on Sona loosened involuntarily. His knees buckled. The room tilted crazily around him, the striped shadows blurring into indistinct grey smears. Darkness rushed in from the edges of his vision.

The last sensation was the hard impact of the floor as his own consciousness winked out, leaving him sprawled beside the inert form of Sona.

Miles away, perched atop the flat roof of a towering skyscraper that overlooked the sprawling city, a group of figures stood gathered.

The wind whipped around them, tugging at their clothing, but they seemed oblivious to the height or the elements.

They were focused, their attention directed towards some unseen point in the distance. Most stood silently, faces grim or impassive, clad in functional, dark attire.

One figure, however, stood slightly apart – an elderly man with deeply lined features and startlingly pale hair that contrasted sharply with the dark clothes worn by the others.

His eyes had been closed, his posture one of deep concentration. Now, slowly, his eyelids fluttered open.

As they did, his irises pulsed with an unnatural, intense light, like twin beacons shining in the twilight gathering over the city. The glow was potent, almost tangible.

"I have rendered him unconscious," the old man stated. His voice was thin, reedy with age, yet carried absolute certainty. The light in his eyes slowly subsided, returning to a normal, though still piercing, pale grey.

Nearby, another man, broader in stature and wearing a tailored suit, turned towards the elder. A cold smile touched his lips as he heard the confirmation. He nodded curtly.

"Excellent work, Elder," he acknowledged. "Alright then. Move in. Capture him. Retrieve both targets." He scanned the faces of the others gathered, his expression hardening.

"We want no complications, no unforeseen variables. Secure them before he has any chance to utilize his abilities, or before any of his... associates... can react or intervene. Imprison them immediately upon retrieval. Standard containment protocols."

As the leader finished issuing the orders, a third figure stepped forward slightly from the group.

This individual was clad entirely in black – a long, heavy coat, gloves, boots, and most notably, a mask or cowl arrangement that completely obscured their face, leaving only indistinct shadows where features should be.

Their voice, when they spoke, was muffled and digitally filtered, making gender and identity impossible to determine.

"Do not concern yourselves," the black-coated figure stated flatly. "My field is active. His specific energy signatures are suppressed. Any attempt to access his innate abilities will be negated entirely. He is functionally powerless."

Having delivered this assurance, the black-coated figure turned without waiting for acknowledgement and walked towards the roof’s edge access door. Several other members of the group detached themselves from the main gathering and followed silently, their movements efficient and coordinated.

The man in the tailored suit watched them go, his cold smile fixed in place. The remaining figures, including the Old Man, stayed on the rooftop, vigilant observers under the darkening sky.

A short time later, the extraction team, led by the black-coated operative, arrived on the quiet residential street where Adam’s house stood.

The vehicle they arrived in was unmarked, blending nondescriptly with the other parked cars. Several figures disembarked swiftly, moving with practiced stealth towards the front entrance.

One pressed the doorbell, waiting precisely five seconds. When the door remained unopened and no sound came from within, another operative produced a compact breaching tool.

With a sharp, contained crack, the lock mechanism on the front gate was disabled. They pushed the gate open and entered the property.

The front door of the house yielded just as easily, splintering inward under precise, applied force.

The team flowed inside, weapons held at low ready, sweeping the ground floor rooms methodically. Empty. No signs of life or resistance. Communicating through barely perceptible hand signals, they ascended the staircase.

Upstairs, they located the target room. Entering cautiously, they found exactly what the Old Man had described and the black-coated operative had confirmed: Adam lay unconscious on the floor.

Beside him, also inert, was the faintly glowing form of Sona. What was particularly noteworthy, and perhaps unsettling to anyone familiar with Sona’s usual nature, was that every member of the team could perceive her clearly.

There was no phasing, no semi-corporeal state – she appeared solid and visible to their unaided eyes, a captive anomaly lying helpless beside her guardian. Two operatives moved forward without hesitation, efficiently lifting Adam’s unconscious body, while another carefully picked up the surprisingly tangible form of Sona.

The operatives carried Adam and Sona back out of the house with the same quiet efficiency they had displayed upon entry. They loaded the unconscious pair into the waiting vehicle. As the doors closed, sealing them inside the shadowed interior, the black-coated figure, who had overseen the entry, stepped towards the captured individuals.

Reaching out with gloved hands, the figure placed one palm flat against the small of Adam’s back, and the other against the corresponding area on Sona’s inert form.

A low hum, almost subsonic, emanated from the figure’s gloves. Immediately, intricate black patterns began to snake across Adam’s and Sona’s skin, originating from the points of contact.

They looked like complex, interlocking tattoos, spreading rapidly outwards like veins of ink injected beneath the surface.

Within moments, the dark markings covered large portions of their torsos, necks, and limbs, pulsing faintly with a contained, dark energy before settling into stillness, becoming inert markings against their skin.

The black-coated figure withdrew their hands. "The containment seal is applied," the filtered voice announced to the others in the vehicle.

"My work here is complete. Their inherent abilities are now fully suppressed. They will be unable to access or utilize any specialized powers while these seals remain intact."

One of the other operatives, monitoring a handheld scanner, looked up towards the black-coated figure. "Status confirmed on the primary targets. But what about the network entity?"

A low chuckle, distorted by the voice filter, came from beneath the black cowl.

"That was neutralized preemptively. I severed its core connection pathways and quarantined its operational matrix before the Elder initiated the primary takedown. It posed a significant reconnaissance and countermeasure threat." The figure tilted their head slightly, as if contemplating Adam’s unconscious form.

"This youth... he may appear unassuming, but the operational network and personnel he commands possess capabilities that presented a substantial, long-term risk to our objectives. Their potential for growth and influence was deemed unacceptable for the future we are shaping."

The figure turned slightly, addressing the other operatives collectively. "It is fortunate that the Elder provides us with the necessary tools for such interventions, and that this power-suppression technique is effective.

Both subjects," they gestured towards Adam and Sona, "represent valuable assets, unique specimens whose abilities, once controlled or understood, will greatly benefit our cause. Far more useful than allowing them to develop freely."

The filtered voice took on a slightly sharper edge. "Had we acted with less precision, less foresight... had we, like those reckless ’empowered’ youths who recently drew so much unwanted attention to themselves, revealed our hand prematurely... the consequences would have been detrimental. Exposure at this stage would compromise decades of planning. We operate from the shadows, by necessity."

The operative driving the vehicle nodded silently. "Understood. Proceeding to designated holding facility."

With a final glance at the sealed forms of Adam and Sona, the black-coated figure settled back. The vehicle pulled away from the curb smoothly, merging into the sparse evening traffic, leaving behind a quiet house with a broken door, carrying its captive cargo away into the deepening night. The operation had been swift, silent, and successful.