The Spare's Second Chance in Apocalypse-Chapter 287: Ch 286: Do you think you can Steal?- Part 2

Selene stood at the junction, her body stiff with tension as she stared down both corridors.

They stretched endlessly into darkness, one to the right and one to the left.

Her memory, hazy and fragmented, couldn’t recall where either path might lead.

The deeper she dug into her past, the more blurred the lines became between memory and nightmare.

She clenched her fists. Choosing wrong could mean exposing herself before she was ready.

Just as she was about to turn back and try a different path, the voice in her head crackled to life.

[Left. Go left.]

The command was soft but firm—like a hand placed gently on her back, guiding her forward. Selene’s first instinct was to resist.

She didn’t trust the voice. It had gone quiet for days, only to reemerge now with sudden urgency.

But something in the pit of her stomach twisted when she looked at the right corridor. Her instincts nudged her toward the left.

Against her better judgment, she stepped forward.

The corridor swallowed her whole.

Her footsteps echoed louder the further she went, the air growing colder, thicker, as though it remembered the secrets buried within these walls.

At the end of the hall stood a massive door. Sleek, metallic, and lined with glowing etchings pulsing faintly blue.

Selene blinked in confusion—she had never seen this door before. And yet... her instincts flared, telling her this was the place. Her pulse spiked.

[Open it.]

The voice was nearly giddy now.

Selene hesitated. Her hand hovered near the panel, but something held her back. Her muscles tensed as she tried to pull away—only for the door to hiss open on its own.

A figure stood behind it.

Her father.

Tall. Sharp-eyed. Impeccably dressed in his usual lab coat, his gaze as cold and calculating as she remembered. Her heart dropped to her stomach.

"Well, if you’ve come all this way, daughter, you might as well step inside."

He said, his voice smooth and low.

She didn’t move.

Her entire body screamed at her to run—but the voice took over.

The next thing she knew, she was sitting stiffly on a sleek leather sofa inside the lab, the door sealed behind her. Her breath hitched.

All around her, massive tubes lined the room, filled with glowing liquids of varying colors.

Suspended inside them were shadows of half-formed things—too distorted to be human, too symmetrical to be random.

She felt sick.

Her eyes drifted to one tube near the back of the lab. It stood taller than the rest, filled with a swirling silver-blue mist. Unlike the others, it appeared empty.

But the moment her gaze landed on it, the voice inside her sparked to life again.

[Go to it. I need to see.]

Selene tried to resist, but her feet were already moving.

Step by step, she crossed the polished tile floor toward the tube, her hand stretching out instinctively toward the glass.

Just inches before her fingertips made contact, a crushing grip caught her wrist.

Pain lanced up her arm.

She cried out as her father twisted her wrist sharply. His face had lost its calm demeanor, replaced by a thin veneer of warning. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Behave. You are in no position to make demands, Selene."

He said icily. Her body trembled—but not from pain.

She wasn’t in control anymore.

The voice surged forward, and Selene’s lips moved against her will.

"That core... belongs to me. Hand it over, or you’ll regret it."

The entity hissed through her mouth.

Her father didn’t flinch. He merely stared at her, studying her with scientific detachment. His grip loosened slowly, as though curious to see what would happen next.

"I see. You’re not Selene anymore, are you? Or at least... not entirely."

He murmured.

Selene staggered back, clutching her wrist. The skin was red and bruised, but her pain was buried beneath layers of fear. The voice had crossed a line—and now her father knew.

"What are you?"

He asked quietly, though his tone held no softness.

Inside her head, the voice purred though her mouth.

"I am the rightful heir to what he has stolen. The cycle cannot begin without me."

Selene bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her mouth shut.

The entity was pushing harder now, trying to seize full control. But she resisted with everything she had.

Her father walked toward the console beside the large tube and placed his hand against a scanner.

The glass shimmered faintly, and the swirling mist within pulsed like a heartbeat.

"You’re after the core inside this chamber. Do you even understand what it is?"

He said.

Selene didn’t reply.

But the voice did.

"A piece of the end. A seed of power that will determine who reigns when this world falls."

The words weren’t hers, and they left a chill in the air.

Her father paused, the expression on his face darkening.

"Then you’re more dangerous than I thought. You shouldn’t be here."

He said.

Selene stumbled backward, her body caught in the middle of a war she didn’t know how to win.

She had come here for answers—now she had even more questions.

The core... the entity... her father’s involvement—it was all spiraling beyond her control.

"We need it. We take it now, or this entire path collapses."

the voice snarled.

Selene’s knees buckled, the pressure in her head unbearable. Her father turned away from the console and walked toward her, his fingers reaching into the pocket of his coat.

"I don’t know what has fused itself to you. But I know one thing—if you think you can steal from me, then you’re mistaken."

He said.

His fingers closed around something—small, metallic, and sharp.

Selene forced herself upright, her burned wrist throbbing, her voice ragged as she choked out one word.

"Don’t. Now, let’s sit down and talk, shall we? I have a feeling we have much to discuss."

And for the first time... the voice didn’t answer. But the sense of danger was not going anywhere. The man in front of Selene was likely on borrowed time.