All Chapters of Replaced by His First Love: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The Northern wind usually carried a scent. It was a language written in pheromones and marrow. Whether it was the sharp, biting sting of ice crystals on pine needles, the warm, metallic tang of a brother’s blood, or the sour, acidic sweat of a predator realizing it had become prey—in this world of wolves, smell was the primary architecture of reality.But tonight, the wind was sterile. It smelled of nothingness.I stood at the edge of Rebirth City’s ruined Grand Hall, staring into the white-out blizzard that swallowed the horizon. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. Every time I turned my neck, the grinding sound of my own cervical vertebrae rubbing against the creeping Moonstone quartz echoed inside my skul

The air in the Grand Hall didn't just vibrate; it groaned under the weight of a silent, invisible cage.Above us—far beyond the shattered, moonlight-streaked dome of the estate—the sky was no longer a natural canopy of stars. It was a grid. A digital, predatory mesh of Council satellites, their optical sensors locked onto a singular, frantic frequency: the golden hum of a four-year-old’s blood."They have him," Kael rasped, his voice a ruined vibration in the dark. He was slumped against the base of the broken throne, his breathing a wet, shallow countdown. The necrotic poison was crawling up his neck now, a map of purple-black veins that shimmered in the emergency lights. He didn't have the strength to stand, but his sightless eyes were fixed on the rafters, tracking the invisible geometry of the "Iron Rain.""Leo’s core signature is broadcasting to the high-orbit arrays," Kael wheezed, his fingers clawing at the obsidian floor until the stone shrieked. "Every

The toxicity of the Silver-Salt gas wasn't just a chemical; it was a biological auditor. It stripped the lungs of oxygen and replaced it with a heavy, metallic sludge that tasted of dying stars and rusted iron.My left side—that obsidian monument of Moonstone and broken nerves—was the only thing anchoring me to the freezing floor of the Grand Hall. The petrification was at ninety-six percent. My chest cavity had hardened into a resonant chamber of quartz, my ribs grinding against each other with a sound like shifting tectonic plates.Ga-chi. Ga-chi.I was a statue trying to be a shield. My good hand—the human, flesh-and-blood right hand—was clamped onto Kael’s tactical vest, dragging his ruin of a b

The descent into the bedrock wasn't a journey; it was a burial.The elevator had long since been stripped of its electronics, leaving us to navigate the jagged, claustrophobic maintenance shafts by the rhythmic, grinding thud of Kael’s cedar crutch and the heavy, metallic drag of my obsidian-quartz limb. My left arm, now a senseless monument of translucent stone, didn’t just hang at my side—it pulsed. Every time I brushed it against the raw basalt walls, the quartz veins deep beneath the surface ignited with a faint, violet luminescence, as if the mountain itself was recognizing a parasite that had finally stopped trying to be human.Ga-chi. Ga-chi.The sound of my neck vertebrae grinding against th

The countdown to ninety-nine percent wasn’t a linear progression; it was a sensory evacuation.My heart—the heavy, rhythmic thud-thud of a cathedral bell submerged in silt—skipped a beat, and with it, the memory of my mother’s face in the garden dissolved into a drift of golden ash. I reached for the way her hands had felt when she braided my hair, but my fingers, now stiffening into translucent quartz, couldn't find the texture. It was like trying to catch smoke in a thunderstorm.Aria... the records... Aria... Kael’s digital ghost vibrated in my marrow, but the name 'Aria' felt like a foreign language I had never spoken. I wasn't Aria. I was the Foundation. I was the 98% stone-rot that was currently holding up the sky.