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Lucas realizes the infection is spreading further, his strength grows daily but his mind begins to fracture under the pressure, when a group of bullies corners him behind the gym, he doesn't feel fear, instead he watches his fingers lengthen into sharp claws as the worms pulsate.

Deep in the forest, Maya sets up her research equipment. The scanner shows unusual readings from beneath the soil. She carefully removes layers of earth, revealing ancient technology. A soft blue glow emerges as she brushes away the final layer of dirt.

Mallory finally decided to turn the car around. She couldn't let Chris walk all those miles alone on that dusty road. When she pulled up beside him, she offered her warm jacket and some food. Chris looked at her with surprised eyes, grateful for such unexpected kindness.

Lucas soon realizes the worms are spreading to his brain, granting him telepathic abilities while slowly erasing his human memories, during a heated argument he accidentally crushes a metal table with his bare hands, leaving his terrified girlfriend to notice the dark veins pulsing across his forehead.

And what happened was. I spent weeks preparing for this role, but then. This one conversation with the director, it just changed everything. He shared his vision, and suddenly. The character wasn't just movements anymore, it became real. It became personal.

In the next chapter, Shanks' secret motive is finally revealed to be much darker than we thought, and also Blackbeard's third devil fruitruit is hinted to be a mythical zoan. Meanwhile, Zoro clashes with a new mystery opponent, and the chapter ends with a massive reveal about the Void Century.

I stared at the screen, the silence following her call more deafening than the laughter. I didn't cry; I just opened my laptop and began revoking access to the accounts she relied on. If she wanted a fresh start, she could start by paying for her own luxury lifestyle.

funny how rain changes the city's rhythm, he thought, watching droplets trace patterns on the window. the world seems more honest when wet, somehow. or maybe that's just his mind playing tricks again, like it often does at this hour.