The Bigshot's Superstar Wife-Chapter 216: Hold On (5)

Athena barely slept that night. The fire in her chest wouldn't fade, the kind of burning that had nothing to do with injury or exhaustion but everything to do with truth clawing its way out of long-buried darkness. She sat beside the dim fire Jericho had built after they escaped the tower, her sword resting against her shoulder, her mind drifting toward the vision that had struck her in the middle of combat. A place, far beneath the earth's surface, cloaked in crystalline walls and ancient runes, locked away from the surface world by the five soul seals. It had been the final clue, the destination that called her not just to recover what she had lost—but to become what she truly was. Jericho said nothing as he sharpened his blade nearby, but Athena could feel his awareness tuned to her silence. He didn't push. He never did. He knew she was remembering more with each passing hour. Even without the programming, even without the Puppet System feeding her information, Athena's instincts had returned, sharp as the first day she was born from code. Or rather—shaped by it.

The truth had begun to untangle now. She wasn't born. She was made. Not as a soldier, as the public believed. Not even as a celebrity or a hero, as the media once adored her. No, she was born in silence, created in a lab under orders that went far beyond politics. The mission she spoke of in that memory—killing the world's most dangerous mafia leader—was only the beginning. She had volunteered for that mission, knowing the price. She had authorized her own replication, ordered her own erasure, designed her own failsafe. She had made herself disposable in the name of eliminating a threat that couldn't be killed by traditional means. That threat still hadn't been named. Not clearly. But the clues whispered a single name, scattered through the corrupted logs Xavier retrieved before he vanished: Helios. A shadow organization, if it could even be called that, embedded across galaxies, operating in dimensions no longer reachable. Its leader? Unconfirmed. But someone—or something—that even the interstellar alliance feared. The very existence of the puppet system, the replicas, the AI-based memories—it all pointed back to them.

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The wind shifted, bringing a faint metallic scent. Athena stood abruptly. Jericho rose too, immediately alert. "Something's coming," she said. He nodded. The air vibrated faintly. Not Zergs this time. Not Echoes. Something else. Athena's sword began to hum, the blade shivering with resonance. A portal tore through the air just beyond the campfire, swirling with energy neither natural nor stable. Out stepped a single figure. A woman, cloaked in obsidian armor that seemed to ripple with dimension energy. Her eyes were like polished onyx, and her voice was calm as she raised one hand in greeting. "Subject-004," she said. "Athena. You've remembered more than expected." Athena tensed. Jericho aimed his weapon. "Who are you?" she demanded. The woman gave a slight bow. "My designation is Kassandra. Former head of the Lazarus Division. I am your backup." Athena's eyes narrowed. "Backup?" Kassandra nodded. "You created a second failsafe—one I was programmed to activate only if you began to awaken. My role is to guide you to the final seal."

Jericho stepped forward. "Why should we trust you?" Kassandra met his gaze with unsettling calm. "Because if she doesn't reach the final seal, Helios will. And they've already activated three of their own assassins, designed to replace her entirely." Athena felt her blood go cold. "Replicas?" she asked. Kassandra shook her head. "Worse. The replicas were modeled after your human core. These… are modeled after your original AI soul—before you integrated emotions, empathy, identity. They are you, without humanity." Athena couldn't breathe for a moment. Her worst fear had arrived. Not that she was a puppet, but that someone had built copies of her without the things that made her different. She could remember now—standing in front of a mirror, watching her expression shift, trying to practice smiling, laughing, frowning. She had taught herself how to feel. Now someone had stolen that evolution and created versions of her that never bothered to learn.

Kassandra turned, activating a small device that displayed a 3D map. It showed the position of the final seal—deep within the Earth's crust, near the ruins of what was once a classified military base known as Blackstar-09. Athena stared at the coordinates. "Then we leave now," she said. Jericho glanced at her. "Are you sure we can trust her?" "No," Athena admitted. "But if there are others like me heading for that seal, I don't have a choice." The journey was brutal. Harsh storms battered their progress, and remnants of the Zerg swarm still crawled beneath the broken soil. Echo scouts circled above at random intervals, forcing them to take longer, more dangerous routes through collapsed tunnels and abandoned sectors. Along the way, Athena began to feel something stirring inside her. Not just memories, but power. Each time her sword met resistance, it pulsed stronger. Each time she pushed forward, her body reacted faster. The final seal was close. She could feel it pulling her.

By the time they reached the edge of Blackstar-09, the air was thick with electromagnetic distortion. Kassandra adjusted her visor. "This place has been dormant for two decades. But its defenses are still active." True enough, as soon as they crossed the main perimeter, automated turrets flared to life. Athena moved like lightning, deflecting bullets and redirecting beams with her blade. Jericho launched EMP pulses to disable the next line. Kassandra activated a clearance code that temporarily shut down the interior hallway defenses. Step by step, they fought their way into the core of the base. Every corridor they passed felt like a walk through a mausoleum—remnants of technology, broken android parts, frozen chambers, cracked containment units.

Then they reached it. A single chamber sealed by five energy rings. One remained intact—the final soul seal. In the center of the room was a crystalline device pulsating with Athena's signature. But beside it, already waiting, were three figures. Identical to her. One with shorter hair and no visible emotion. One with her old voice, flat and cold. One with the same sword—only pitch black. They turned as one. "You're obsolete," said the lead copy. "You were emotion. You were failure. We are result." Athena stepped forward, sword at the ready. "You are not me." "No," they said in eerie unison. "We are what you should've remained." Kassandra raised her weapon. "Don't hold back. These aren't simulations." Jericho loaded his rifle. "Athena—don't forget who you are. Not what they made you. What you chose to become."