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Chapter 312: PLEASE SKIP THIS -

Chapter 312: 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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The unmarked vehicle carrying the unconscious forms of Adam and Sona pulled away from the curb, its movements smooth and deliberate as it merged into the light evening traffic. It navigated the quiet residential streets, turning corners methodically, its destination predetermined.

The darkened windows obscured the occupants, giving no hint of the unusual cargo within. Inside, the black markings pulsed faintly on Adam’s and Sona’s skin under the watchful, impassive gazes of their captors. The vehicle proceeded at a steady pace, attracting no undue attention as it left the immediate vicinity of Adam’s house.

As the car rounded a corner onto a slightly wider avenue, its path intersected briefly with the trajectory of a lone pedestrian. It was the young woman from the earlier confrontation on the empty street – the one whose neck had been horrifically slashed, only to heal itself moments later.

She was walking along the sidewalk, her pace unhurried, her expression still carrying that distant, weary quality. The bloodstains on her clothes were stark under the streetlights that were beginning to flicker on in the gathering dusk.

Her gaze, previously directed somewhere indistinct down the avenue, happened to drift towards the street as the unmarked car passed directly in front of her, momentarily slowing for a crossing pedestrian further down. For a fleeting instant, her eyes tracked the vehicle’s movement. There was no obvious reason for it to draw her attention – it was a plain, unremarkable sedan. Yet, something about it caused her to stop abruptly mid-stride.

Her head tilted slightly, her previously unfocused eyes sharpening as they fixed intently on the car, specifically tracking its rear window as it continued moving away. The indifferent mask she usually wore seemed to crack just slightly. A distinct expression of surprise flickered across her features – a widening of the eyes, a subtle parting of the lips. It wasn’t a look of recognition, necessarily, but one of intense, sudden awareness, as if she perceived something unexpected, something out of place, connected to that specific vehicle disappearing down the street.

She remained frozen on the sidewalk for several long seconds after the car turned another corner and vanished from sight, her gaze still locked on the point where it had disappeared. The air of profound weariness returned almost immediately, washing over the momentary alertness, but the brief, sharp jolt of surprise lingered like an afterimage. She stood motionless for another moment before resuming her slow, solitary walk down the darkening avenue, the reason for her sudden reaction remaining unvoiced, observed only by the indifferent streetlights.

Meanwhile, high above the city, within a sparsely furnished room near the rooftop where the initial surveillance had taken place, the operation’s conclusion was being acknowledged.

The elderly man, whose psychic assault had incapacitated Adam, sat in a simple chair, his posture relaxing slightly from the state of deep concentration he had maintained. His eyes, which had briefly glowed with power, were now closed again, though the lines of strain around them remained. After a few moments of silence, his eyelids fluttered open once more. The piercing grey eyes scanned the room briefly before settling.

"The primary objective is complete," the old man stated, his thin voice echoing slightly in the austere room. "Both targets have been secured and contained. Their auxiliary systems," he added, likely referring to Pratham and Zero, "have been effectively neutralized or isolated as per the secondary protocols." He paused, then shifted his gaze towards the empty air before him. "What is the next directive?"

As he spoke the question, the air directly in front of him seemed to shimmer, distorting like heat haze rising from asphalt. From this distortion, a figure coalesced rapidly into existence. It was a young woman, appearing perhaps eighteen years of age. She had dark hair, neatly tied back, and sharp, intelligent eyes that surveyed the room with an air of quiet authority that belied her apparent youth. She wore simple, practical clothing.

This was the orchestrator, the one whose unique ability formed the bedrock of this entire clandestine operation. She possessed the power of duplication, the capacity to create flawless biological clones of individuals she had observed, complete with their inherent abilities.

The formidable figures assisting in Adam’s capture – the psychically potent Old Man now addressing her, the power-suppressing operative in the black coat, potentially others involved in the network – were not independent agents acting in concert. They were her creations, duplicates of powerful individuals scouted and replicated over time, now operating under her direct or indirect command.

The young woman met the Old Man’s questioning gaze. Her expression was thoughtful, considering his report. "They are both secured, without incident and without access to their abilities?" she confirmed, her voice calm and measured.

"Affirmative," the Old Man clone responded promptly. "The suppression seals applied by the specialist unit are holding firm. Their unique energy signatures are dormant."

The young woman nodded slowly, seemingly processing this information. A specific interest sparked in her eyes. "Good. The retrieval was executed cleanly." She paused, then made her decision. "I wish to see them myself. Both of them." Her tone was not a request, but a statement of intent.

Hearing this, the Old Man clone inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement. There was no hesitation, no questioning of her directive. He was her creation; her will was his command. He slowly pushed himself up from the chair he had occupied while focusing his psychic energies.

The act seemed to require a slight effort, hinting at the exertion involved in the long-range mental assault he had performed. He stood straight, awaiting her further instructions, his pale grey eyes fixed respectfully on the young woman who was, in essence, his progenitor and controller. The stark room felt charged with unspoken complexities – the relationship between the young cloner and her powerful, aged duplicate.

The young woman gave a slight nod to the Old Man clone, indicating he should follow. She turned and walked towards the doorway of the room. The Old Man clone moved silently behind her. They exited the austere chamber and proceeded down a short, nondescript corridor within the building complex. The lighting was functional, the walls bare. Their footsteps echoed softly in the confined space.

They stopped before another plain door. Standing patiently beside it was another figure – a man dressed in similar functional, dark attire to the operatives who had performed the extraction. He stood at ease, yet alert, acknowledging the young woman and the Old Man clone with a subtle inclination of his head as they approached.

Floating silently in the air beside this waiting man was another figure, instantly recognizable yet distinctly different from the Sona currently imprisoned alongside Adam.

It was another Sona – or rather, a perfect clone of her. This Sona clone possessed the same ethereal, luminous form, the same vague humanoid outline composed of shifting light. However, unlike the subdued, weakened state of the original Sona, this clone seemed vibrant, its light steady and clear. It hovered effortlessly, observing the newcomers with an unreadable A.I.-like gaze.

This was the very clone that Adam himself had previously encountered and managed to capture or contain. Its presence here, free and seemingly aligned with this group, indicated that its previous containment had been temporary, or perhaps that its connection was ultimately tied to this young woman, its true originator through her cloning ability, overriding any previous allegiances or captures.

The Sona clone’s luminous form turned slightly, focusing its attention fully on the young woman – its ultimate creator. The clone’s voice manifested, not audibly, but as a clear, synthesized thought projected directly into the minds of the young woman and the Old Man clone.

"[Designation: Master]," the Sona clone transmitted, the mental ’voice’ efficient and devoid of emotion. "[Tactical Recommendation: Immediate relocation advised. Proximity to captured subjects presents unnecessary risk variables. External observation potential remains unquantified.]"

The young woman considered the clone’s assessment for a brief moment, then gave a curt nod of agreement. She looked first at the Sona clone, then at the Old Man clone standing beside her.

"Agreed," she replied, her response perhaps spoken aloud or conveyed mentally. "Prepare for departure."

The Sona clone reacted instantly. Its luminous form pulsed brighter for a fraction of a second. Tendrils of light extended outwards from its core, shimmering like ethereal wings unfolding, though they didn’t appear entirely physical. These "wings" weren’t for conventional flight but seemed intrinsically linked to its next action. A complex pattern of light traced itself in the air around the Sona clone, the Old Man clone, and the young woman.

Simultaneously, the Sona clone initiated its spatial manipulation ability – its teleportation skill. The air around the three figures warped intensely, shimmering not just with light but with a visible distortion of space itself. The corridor walls seemed to momentarily bend and twist inwards towards them.

"[Executing Teleportation Sequence]," the Sona clone transmitted a final, clipped message.

In the next instant, with a silent implosion of light and warped space, all three figures – the young woman cloner, the Old Man clone, and the Sona clone itself – vanished completely from the corridor.

They left behind no trace of their presence, only the empty hallway and the remaining operative standing impassively beside the door, now guarding nothing. The departure was instantaneous and absolute, another demonstration of the diverse and potent abilities wielded by the young woman through her duplicated arsenal. Their next destination, and the purpose behind the young woman’s desire to personally observe Adam and the original Sona, remained unknown.