Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 897

Chapter 897: Tear in Reality

The examiner had no composure left.

Obligation held the last pieces together. That, and the fact that nearly every eye in the room was still pointed at her.

"Whenever you’re ready."

Kaiden pushed off the wall and crossed to the pedestal.

The room changed before he touched anything.

The girls’ tests had been spectacular in ways the human brain could understand.

Space had bent. Storms had howled. Moonlight had formed blades. Dominion had cracked the floor, Carnage had steamed, Light had burned gold, and Hearth had made hardened officials remember what home felt like.

Every one of those readings had been loud.

Yet a quiet settled around Kaiden before his palm even touched the orb.

The technicians slowed at their consoles without deciding to. Grace’s fingers went still on her tablet. The officials near the far wall shifted back a step, then looked down at their own feet because none of them remembered moving.

Vespera watched from behind the formation, her face unreadable.

Kaiden placed his palm on the artifact.

PARAGON OF SIN.

The words formed in the crystalline depths, clean and familiar.

It was the same class that read as F-tier merely a few months ago.

A faint glow appeared, identical to the first pulse of every test before it, and the lead examiner’s hand hovered over her console in the exhausted hope that the artifact would finally produce an output that fit the manual.

The screen stayed empty for one second.

Two.

Then words wrote themselves across the glass.

[SOURCE TRACE ACCEPTED.]

The lead examiner screamed. She’d known what Source Trace meant since the first briefing that told her never to use it.

"Cancel it!" she shouted, both hands flying over keys that no longer answered her. "Source Trace is a sealed protocol because we don’t fully understand it! Who authorized it? Who touched my console?!"

The artifact used to examine the tier of an awakened combatant came from the dungeons. While humans with the technical know-how could interact with it, build on top of it, or change some of its behavior, they were still using the same artifact core they brought back from the dungeons.

"Nobody!" a younger technician cried. "I didn’t touch anything!"

The glow sank into itself.

Color drained from the orb until the crystal stopped shining outward and began casting shadow.

Darkness spread across the pedestal in slow veins, crawling over metal, tile, boots, cables, and the examiner’s white-knuckled hands while the classification needle did not climb.

It bent backward.

The reinforced glass over the lead console cracked with a soft, obscene pop.

Every monitor in the room took the next line at once.

[RESPONSE DETECTED.]

"Response from what?!" the younger technician shrieked. "To what?! It’s doing things on its own!"

"Cut the feed!" Grace ordered.

"I can’t!" another technician shouted from a station that was spitting sparks into his lap. "It’s not going out through our relay anymore! The stream is hijacked!"

The containment artifacts began to scream.

Alarms had rhythm, sequence, human design. This was mana being forced through wards too quickly, a high, metal-on-bone wail that made the guards flinch and made the officials clap hands over their ears.

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