LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 55: The Breaking Point
The Breaking Point
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1. The Final Descent (Group POV – The Battlefield Awakens)
The lower levels of the black site were nothing short of a tomb.
The walls dripped with condensation, a thin mist rolling across the ground, weaving around the shattered remains of failed experiments and twisted technology.
Something was watching them.
Even without seeing it, Tom felt the distortion of fate, as if reality itself was bending around a singular, malevolent force.
They weren't just walking into a fight.
They were stepping into Subject-01's domain.
The group moved cautiously, weapons raised, their breathing controlled.
Then—
The lights flickered.
The temperature dropped.
A slow, guttural laugh echoed through the darkness.
And Subject-01 emerged.
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2. A Monster of Probability (Tom's POV – The Full Horror of Subject-01)
It was no longer human.
Its flesh pulsed and rippled, shifting like liquid, its form constantly changing—not through physical mutation, but through probability distortion itself.
One moment, its arms were elongated, fingers too many to count.
The next, its entire body flickered, like a corrupted image failing to render.
Its face was the worst part.
It had no mouth, no nose. Just two deep, sunken pits where eyes should have been—and inside them, golden roulette wheels spun endlessly.
It was pure instability.
A living paradox.
And when it spoke, its voice was layered, fractured, like a thousand possibilities speaking at once.
"I am probability incarnate."
The world lurched.
The fight began.
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3. The Battle Against Luck Itself (Group POV – Fighting a Warped Reality)
Subject-01 did not attack conventionally.
It didn't need to.
Every move against it failed before it even began.
Stacy swung her blade—she tripped over nothing.
Nyla's gun fired—her bullets curved, missing their mark.
Diane threw an energy blast—it flickered out an inch before impact.
Orion dodged a strike—only to fall backward into another.
Everything was rigged in Subject-01's favor.
Tom gritted his teeth.
This isn't a fight.
It was a massacre waiting to happen.
And then—
Subject-01 turned to Stacy.
Its roulette-wheel eyes locked onto her.
A single screw, loose from the ceiling, snapped free.
It fell straight toward her throat.
No. Not again.
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4. Tom's Breaking Point (Tom's POV – Taking Luck Away)
Something inside him snapped.
He reached beyond instinct, beyond hesitation.
Into the very essence of probability itself.
The roulette wheel in his mind spun violently, but this time—it didn't fight him.
It obeyed.
And for the first time since this battle began—luck was no longer Subject-01's to wield.
The falling screw?
It stopped mid-air.
Reality froze.
Then, it reversed.
Not just the screw—everything.
Like a tape rewinding, the team's failed attacks reset—and hit their mark.
A bullet pierced Subject-01's side.
A blade cut across its arm.
An energy blast collided with its chest.
Tom looked into its golden eyes and spoke two words.
"Not anymore."
And he ripped its luck away.
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5. A Battle of Gods (Tom vs. Subject-01 – Pure Probability Combat)
Subject-01 staggered, its body flickering erratically, its stolen luck stripped away.
It snarled, lunging at Tom.
Tom didn't move.
Because he didn't have to.
The air trembled around him, luck itself bending to his will.
Subject-01's attack? It veered off-course.
Not by accident.
Because Tom made it fail.
It lunged again—this time, a sharp, jagged pipe collapsing from above, impaling its shoulder.
Subject-01 screeched, rage consuming it.
Its roulette-wheel eyes flickered violently, trying to shift the odds back in its favor.
Tom smirked. "You still don't get it, do you?"
His hands closed into fists.
"You're playing a game."
His eyes glowed golden.
"I am the house."
And then—he crushed probability completely.
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6. The Narrow Escape (Subject-01's Last Trick )
The air cracked apart around Subject-01.
Reality itself began rejecting it.
Its body shattered like glass, pieces of it trying to reform, trying to hold onto existence.
But Tom had taken everything.
It had no luck left.
It had no control.
It was finished.
…Or so it should have been.
At the last moment—
A sudden, violent pulse of probability exploded outward, the air distorting—
And then—
Subject-01 vanished.
Not dead.
Not destroyed.
It had done the impossible once more.
It had forced an outcome where it escaped.
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7. The Aftermath: Tom's Transformation (Group POV – What Happens Next?)
Silence.
The battlefield was quiet now.
The team slowly recovered, bloodied and exhausted.
Orion wiped the sweat from his brow. "Tell me that thing's dead."
Tom's jaw clenched. "No."
Stacy exhaled sharply. "Then what?"
Tom looked at the empty space where Subject-01 had stood.
"It's learning."
Nyla frowned. "And what about you?"
Tom flexed his fingers, feeling his power fully connected for the first time.
He wasn't playing a game of chance anymore.
He was playing to win.
And next time?
Subject-01 wouldn't escape.
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